tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83238602024-03-07T22:07:18.788-05:00Dot Com FamilyDot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-59437683545961144182009-06-01T14:45:00.006-04:002009-06-01T15:15:07.369-04:00Breakblog: Breaking the blog fastAfter a long break from my blog, I've decided to break the fast and blog again. Since last December, I've started a new job that I love. It's been a good move. Overall it will be better for me and my family. Still, I'm not planning to write much about my job here because this blog is about my family.<br /><br />Amazingly, we are now on the verge of summer break. The school year is ending on June 10. We have not fully set up our plans for the summer. This is driving me crazy, but I should be used to this by now. We hope to visit Massachusetts and see family and friends in August.<br /><br />Several weeks ago we celebrated Owen's fifth birthday. We hosted a fun pizza party with 24 people. It was a lot of fun.<br /><br />Owen is starting to learn to speak Spanish. He is enrolled in a dual language program. He was resistant at first and still fights it sometimes. I hope to keep him in this program so he will be bilingual. <br /><br />Zoe is has formed strong friendships (with mostly boys) in school and at the Artscenter after school program. She is growing fast. She traveled by plane by herself for the first time this year. She flew to Boston and spent spring break with my family. It was a big success and we're hoping she can do it again soon. <br /><br />My husband is working too much, but we're used to that too. The economy is largely to blame. He's not turning down any projects.<br /><br />I'm looking forward to the future and happier than I've been in a while. We're overjoyed with our new President and the direction that the country is going. It is encouraging and hopeful.Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-70523187317486261502008-12-19T13:40:00.000-05:002008-12-19T13:40:33.366-05:00Happy Christmas, Ian!It's hard to believe that this is little baby Ian. He looks like a little man!<br /><br />Happy Christmas to our little English/American man!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodhGHpeV9CBcu4gSbbVLig1to__4KPEuOKtZV308NQPS-HZLGc-7BJ-9QQOTJChXG671OfBiVaUV5bf67E1UIKx_2lwFSarKrI12tx5h1lNvRgxpto0tz45MIXmGV3EhE6BCM/s1600-h/ian001.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodhGHpeV9CBcu4gSbbVLig1to__4KPEuOKtZV308NQPS-HZLGc-7BJ-9QQOTJChXG671OfBiVaUV5bf67E1UIKx_2lwFSarKrI12tx5h1lNvRgxpto0tz45MIXmGV3EhE6BCM/s400/ian001.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-69662481471721730102008-11-01T00:32:00.000-04:002008-11-01T00:32:34.144-04:00looking scary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchlmr9Im8wrNe36ge7hCuudQsZr6v1ad83wxTCk7edTiI1dW2yd1B5IbMK0dPd1n1xjJfnH9bJ4Lm8OjnVFp1ezU4b3GQ6xTJ0YiSBBxvdH7zMxunuH_te1Zli27v05VZSMvi/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchlmr9Im8wrNe36ge7hCuudQsZr6v1ad83wxTCk7edTiI1dW2yd1B5IbMK0dPd1n1xjJfnH9bJ4Lm8OjnVFp1ezU4b3GQ6xTJ0YiSBBxvdH7zMxunuH_te1Zli27v05VZSMvi/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-33969290025300462692008-10-31T13:48:00.000-04:002008-10-31T13:48:33.491-04:00Halloween!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOHgICxhu5Neh1qfozrNgwZPtaMMXnfZaoE6loMw7iD4nciSRP3OhxQemLbGmmJn1mziOVMEmRMz4WThdIv3vhhzoB3JOEn7C_cy0bHlkwbp_H0AtPcZFpN9S6vBlYZXl74qB/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOHgICxhu5Neh1qfozrNgwZPtaMMXnfZaoE6loMw7iD4nciSRP3OhxQemLbGmmJn1mziOVMEmRMz4WThdIv3vhhzoB3JOEn7C_cy0bHlkwbp_H0AtPcZFpN9S6vBlYZXl74qB/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-33040364123502195992008-09-04T11:03:00.007-04:002008-09-04T11:33:10.535-04:00New beginnings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4Sgh3AOFegsHLaPmTkQl0pofuZTK6mowLRwj9CmjDsGK2uqj2gtgToJELy5Z-dRxWizCm6-MMZmrYSMnzxe1Lxkd5f5aGDXb8WikepGzwY7n3evckZESbnsHlPO_mTYc2TyY/s1600-h/4thgradezoe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242185624401901442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4Sgh3AOFegsHLaPmTkQl0pofuZTK6mowLRwj9CmjDsGK2uqj2gtgToJELy5Z-dRxWizCm6-MMZmrYSMnzxe1Lxkd5f5aGDXb8WikepGzwY7n3evckZESbnsHlPO_mTYc2TyY/s400/4thgradezoe.jpg" border="0" /></a>The new school year has begun. Summer just flew by. Zoe started fourth grade at a brand new school. We're working with her to get on track with her homework and staying on schedule. She is trying her best, but some days are tough.<br /><br />Here’s a photo of Zoe on her first day of school. My sister Leesa sent her a box full of new clothes from Old Navy. Thanks, Leesa!<br /><br />Owen started Pre-K this year. It's a dual-language program with half the day in English, and half in Spanish. I hope he absorbs the Spanish like a sponge. I think its essential to know Spanish, and that it is much easier to learn it when you are young.<br /><br />We've been struggling to stay on schedule. We are not morning people and Zoe’s school bus is at 7:05! Due to first the Olympics, and now the Presidential party politics we’ve been sleep deprived. As responsible parents, we have to make things work. You do what it takes.<br /><br /><br />Bob was in Denver visiting his sister Amy just days before the DNC. He snagged me a few Democratic momentos. I'm a proud Democrat and I am hopeful for a new administration next year. Just think of the new beginnings we can celebrate together.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2DA7nTZd0dtXITbVZVEgNb33hyphenhyphen6z4rWbOGU38WVYVJbNVBrBgULBL8D-SgRU3X3k_hGcKWARUCmXo0drK-S3rXYaur7bmZsK4UyCADzQ8fDn57xZUGkHqB08ux_shvuDTTLr/s1600-h/democrat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242187546248435506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2DA7nTZd0dtXITbVZVEgNb33hyphenhyphen6z4rWbOGU38WVYVJbNVBrBgULBL8D-SgRU3X3k_hGcKWARUCmXo0drK-S3rXYaur7bmZsK4UyCADzQ8fDn57xZUGkHqB08ux_shvuDTTLr/s400/democrat.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-12754262315883952052008-08-15T22:47:00.004-04:002008-08-16T13:14:07.640-04:00RemembranceYesterday was the anniversary of our son Benjamin's death. We lit our candle and thought about him. We wondered what he would be like and who he would look like. We still wonder why, oh why? So many unanswered questions remain. It is always a tough day to get through.Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-72360795686307923582008-08-05T12:45:00.000-04:002008-08-05T12:45:44.617-04:00Happy Birthday Zoe!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhb_paNm7TaKn9VuXGv3KCumC8aS4J1ktXV0OPUfYRiap7ALiG1p9SoN86_TSVYpXzG5epfnwDEmpyQPHSTcpNEw2Yu0XwwaxUhb0qj8pH2dQ2oyK2WlhxrvIQX7quUi-Dekb/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhb_paNm7TaKn9VuXGv3KCumC8aS4J1ktXV0OPUfYRiap7ALiG1p9SoN86_TSVYpXzG5epfnwDEmpyQPHSTcpNEw2Yu0XwwaxUhb0qj8pH2dQ2oyK2WlhxrvIQX7quUi-Dekb/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-83798682336691466192008-07-30T20:04:00.003-04:002008-07-30T20:13:58.286-04:00Silly Owen<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwyosyQL-KEzHOv5hJ90FWExLBfsVc9rEDUlQJzfUzTmyh1qh6g35JLIWWXrxbpI5TyOB8u4rAi4SU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Yesterday I stayed home with my kids all day on our staycation. Actually, they played together while I worked from my home office.</p><p>Owen and Zoe had fun hanging out together. They did things that they haven't done for a while like playing with Playdoh. </p><p>They ate Popsicle (orange mustache!). </p><p>They got a hold of my camera. The footage is classic silly Owen.</p><p>They have been playing their Nintendo DS games. </p><p>Now, it's time to play outside. </p>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-82811059601962893702008-07-30T20:01:00.000-04:002008-07-30T20:01:58.240-04:00Boxes of stuffI have too much yarn, and my husband has too many wires. And, we both have too many books. Of course, all I see are his things, and all he sees are mine. I was a bit upset when he came home yesterday with four boxes of wires. Normally, I put up with it given that I have a lot, no a flock of sheep's worth of yarn. Sigh.<br /><br />So, since we have another day or two left of our staycation, I am going to continue to work on my stash, and encourage Bob to work on his.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLruknnnN_7kLAbIQntKGX23ljjgid6lqIx3_2SUoUpz6vhOybWnyaOvDpn4ts2XyAWDcimwop1Kl6OhJ8WS1y2mvlLQi-TU_hisSAveSDsZii1DeS0QNnau_p3WG6ZGqGwo1/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLruknnnN_7kLAbIQntKGX23ljjgid6lqIx3_2SUoUpz6vhOybWnyaOvDpn4ts2XyAWDcimwop1Kl6OhJ8WS1y2mvlLQi-TU_hisSAveSDsZii1DeS0QNnau_p3WG6ZGqGwo1/s400/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-15100016137221372008-07-27T09:38:00.005-04:002008-07-27T10:05:01.946-04:00Staycation updateWell, the first day of our staycation was not a vacation at all. It was hard work. We uncluttered the house, cleaned up the yard, cleaned up the deck, refilled the birdfeeders, did laundry, paid bills, and generally put our affairs in order. It’s all the things and more that we’ve been meaning to do for a while, but didn’t find the time or energy to do. By the end of the day, my back was hurting, but things were in much better shape.<br /><br />We hosted a sleepover guest for my daughter. That did force us to order pizza for dinner. At least after all that work, we didn’t have to cook and clean up the kitchen after dinner.<br /><br />Our daughter Zoe is turning ten years old on August 3. <em>Where has that time gone?</em> As dutiful parents, we have been trying to organize a birthday party for her. She wanted a sleep over with all her friends, <strong>and </strong>a traditional birthday party with streamers and balloons, and naturally a big cake.<br /><br />Alas, most of her friends are actually away on real vacations. My guess is that the bad economy hasn’t hit the well-heeled crowd of Chapel Hill, NC. So, we’re taking her available friends throughout the week for smaller get-togethers. Last night, we had a sleepover, today a visit to <a href="http://www.kanki.com/">Kanki</a>, a local Japanese restaurant, tomorrow a trip to the museum, a trip to the water park, plan to see a movie later in the week, and maybe another sleep over. Phew! A weeklong birthday is more work and more fun for all.<br /><br />Happy (week-long) Birthday, Zoe!Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-68251532717474822012008-07-17T11:22:00.000-04:002008-07-17T11:16:02.806-04:00Taking a "staycation"<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><span class=videodetailsdescription1><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>This year we are spending our vacation time on a "staycation" in our home in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Chapel Hill</st1:City>, <st1:State w:st="on">NC</st1:State></st1:place>. We would love to go to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Boston</st1:place></st1:City>, like we did last year. It would be wonderful to take a cruise, or finally bring the kids to Disney, but we are wary of spending too much. We are not feeling deprived altogether. We do have a short get-away planned for Labor Day weekend and another in early November. <o:p></o:p></span></font></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span class=videodetailsdescription1><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span class=videodetailsdescription1><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>We do plan to take a day trip or two to the beach or the mountains. We plan to see more of our beautiful region. The list includes taking a hike, riding our bikes, and hanging out together. We are scheduling a visit the local museums and zoo. It will be enjoyable and we’ll have a few hundred dollars saved. </span></font></span><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size: 12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> </div> Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-48492960051566829152008-06-25T13:05:00.006-04:002008-06-25T13:36:09.083-04:00InflationHey, I was interviewed last week because the cost of school lunch is going up by ten cents. Sadly, I end up sounding rather pompous. Here's the full <a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/news/education/story/1111968.html">story</a>. <br /><br />I can handle this minor increase of ten cents. It's just one of the many costs of having children. You are obliged to buy or make their lunch. <br /><br />I think about the women who work to prepare these meals. To me, they are heroic. I could not cope with 600 children every day. I do hope that these workers are given an increase so that they can feed their children. On July 1, the minimum wage in North Carolina increased to <a href="http://www.nclabor.com/wh/fact%20sheets/wage_increase_intro.htm">$6.55 per hour</a>. Let's hope that these working women earn more than the minimum wage. <br /><br />When I grew up, one of six children, our family was eligible for reduced-fee school lunch. They were horrible lunches. We were served mystery meat, hot dogs and beans, sloppy joes and canned corn, and fish sticks with tater tots on Fridays. Remember Regan's draconian cuts in food stamps and school lunch programs? Remember, catsup as a vegetable? <br /><br />Today, we know better. Now, kids are given options, with fresh vegtables and fruits. They don't always select the healthy stuff, but at least it's a choice. <br /><br />Now, don't get me started on the price of gas.Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-34340935908412460582008-06-22T23:11:00.005-04:002008-06-22T23:22:29.659-04:00My mosaic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2vV1SDGIgM2WALefJ641goxjrGSJ6ICmtPKG8cdVUbOCTA3Z6zfMAsgT0MNQPu31eeFCitYnNYFFgpVWcIKUPYvxdPcwaeCrDC0RDqYOBGvKBMbkwlORZBJY1M5PZH8FAycf/s1600-h/mosaic3857982.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2vV1SDGIgM2WALefJ641goxjrGSJ6ICmtPKG8cdVUbOCTA3Z6zfMAsgT0MNQPu31eeFCitYnNYFFgpVWcIKUPYvxdPcwaeCrDC0RDqYOBGvKBMbkwlORZBJY1M5PZH8FAycf/s400/mosaic3857982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214909866419214594" /></a><br />Tonight I decided to do a meme. It looked like fun, so here we go.<br /><br />The Instructions:<br /><br />a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into <a href="http://www.flickr.com/">Flickr Search</a>.<br />b. Using only the first page, pick an image.<br />c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php">mosaic maker</a>.<br /><br />The Questions:<br /><br />What is your first name? <strong>Susan</strong><br />What is your favorite food? <strong>Thai food</strong><br />What high school did you go to? <strong>Boston Latin Academy</strong><br />What is your favorite color? <strong>Teal</strong><br />Who is your celebrity crush? <strong>Thomas Jefferson</strong><br />Favorite drink? <strong>Lemonade</strong><br />Dream vacation? <strong>Hawaii</strong> <br />Favorite dessert? <strong>Mocha Mousse Cake</strong><br />What do you want to be when you grow up? <strong>Knitter</strong><br />What do you love most in life? <strong>Family </strong> <br />One word to describe you? <strong>Yarn </strong><br />Your flickr name? <strong>knitfix</strong><br /><br />Here's my results: <br /><br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfy/56892664/">Black-Eyed Susans</a>, 2. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bangkok_diary/198932957/">Hot &Tasty Thai food</a>, 3. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erdomi/2509498421/">BLA</a>, 4. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theloneknitta/2222634141/">so swollen</a>, 5. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/phijomo/963613358/">Moon over Jefferson</a>, 6. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/baldmonk/2302950648/">If life throws you a lemon - make lemonade.</a>, 7. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gravitybun/126098334/">Turtle Numba Two</a>, 8. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/naoko123/2083713742/">coffee and chocolate mousse cake</a>, 9. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39549049@N00/747707677/">Knitter</a>, 10. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doc18/324857406/">Family Portrait</a>, 11. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elemmaciltur/369009478/">The Colour Wheel according to Wollmeise</a>, 12. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gaucheknits/1484403592/">Tooth Pillow</a>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-42369010042311074832008-06-22T21:39:00.014-04:002008-06-22T22:14:35.187-04:00I want to do that again! -- Hillsborough Hog DayYesterday, we went to <a href="http://www.hogdays.com/">Hog Day</a> in Hillsborough. We went two years ago and this year was much better. Now, Owen can enjoy rides. Alas, Zoe has grown so tall, that some of the rides are too small for her. Bob & I just pay for everything and try not to loose the kids. Owen emerged from every ride shouting, "I want to do that again!" <br /><br />There's an annual BBQ contest that is taken very seriously. We sampled bbq pork sandwiches with cool coleslaw and lively vinegary sauce. We needed cold drinks after that. We gladly paid $5 for a large home made lemonade. The hog was very yummy, even for us yankees.<br /><br />We tried a few more rides, and talked to the local political groups and candidates. <br /><br />We even managed to vote early before we left Hillsborough.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214889480967177250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh7P2G-iqiiN7_ZjbH_iIj6zzUyrEN6u5mxFl55EHl1oOBlVwpQjdzcoLhsitI9st0_CCJDW91lcsMXAeC8WM6osTI9VJ8Bxjlb4r5KwBU2xMNTcvKzwrZqNqRFlAhaQk5sQ1/s400/owencarosel.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMm4VhFnDQ44tIoU30ZELh7yJnazzZe-gES1qneLmPfcg606TX9tR37tybIoXLxsyrASjevzcL8ARfRB5bea3o8C6hhg4F1U32GHRNj_4iqLOuQ5f_b-JQT5JV-s_-yBGlnqk0/s1600-h/mechanicalbull.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214889144827886530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMm4VhFnDQ44tIoU30ZELh7yJnazzZe-gES1qneLmPfcg606TX9tR37tybIoXLxsyrASjevzcL8ARfRB5bea3o8C6hhg4F1U32GHRNj_4iqLOuQ5f_b-JQT5JV-s_-yBGlnqk0/s400/mechanicalbull.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNyKhscL2PJKg0gBc-t5ow1krx-X8YJ38bJ68HiSqF49Lc4aw8CdYxBL8UVqqd6e2Th8wPgVfhtXVjIqISIehpk_5hiY0FPtFjp7OnWg3-yT3RBnzM6SliQOGYMNNmB9JOvMv3/s1600-h/bigslide.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214888902664782242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNyKhscL2PJKg0gBc-t5ow1krx-X8YJ38bJ68HiSqF49Lc4aw8CdYxBL8UVqqd6e2Th8wPgVfhtXVjIqISIehpk_5hiY0FPtFjp7OnWg3-yT3RBnzM6SliQOGYMNNmB9JOvMv3/s400/bigslide.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZlgZ1RS5wfULVGO7MIocEkIb0IbijwqK4MFX2r3sgnoDRes0GINhZKFrreg77VzGe-7NnATLQnN3VJzhEZodNJeh2HJOtN0bDfetgBRLr48PAcdoVivZY4QKhWnM5mbduFoq/s1600-h/happyowen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214888368195413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZlgZ1RS5wfULVGO7MIocEkIb0IbijwqK4MFX2r3sgnoDRes0GINhZKFrreg77VzGe-7NnATLQnN3VJzhEZodNJeh2HJOtN0bDfetgBRLr48PAcdoVivZY4QKhWnM5mbduFoq/s400/happyowen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxCltS2JqppFEMytwy7ilvZygezy4TF19cc0w3ZstxJkwiV-4XdakqposuHVQrnqzF8-wzr3eOwgbk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div></div><div><p>Owen sliding down the big ship slide!<br /></p><p>Riding the mechanical bull was scary. </p><p></p></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwDK8gz_jS3Uny2YYGTYRCx-qJ1VElEb_jE1RHD8NCHFcZSu20BlQkZPH1_hw3GYrhzn_wkhBdZaOc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-50811239616930763442008-06-21T14:18:00.000-04:002008-06-21T14:18:11.566-04:00Grandpa and Grandma come to visit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHgiXSd0RG3GBcP_JRgygTFv2SLKlYTsbykupkrxFRC_sFaPZfVMN4aCxbXWH_4ryMV2Q9z2VNtOKQna85k389OkibxBMFjQBeBacCCVKeHeMQAH2S3dWrbE-Z48rqMLd99nz/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHgiXSd0RG3GBcP_JRgygTFv2SLKlYTsbykupkrxFRC_sFaPZfVMN4aCxbXWH_4ryMV2Q9z2VNtOKQna85k389OkibxBMFjQBeBacCCVKeHeMQAH2S3dWrbE-Z48rqMLd99nz/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-11650417455063485602008-06-19T12:47:00.004-04:002008-06-19T13:01:21.194-04:00Flying solo at the libraryLast night, my kind husband brought the kids to their swimming lesson. They take swimming on Monday and Wednesday night at our neighborhood pool. I went on Monday, dragged my visiting mother along, and we sweated for over an hour. During swim lessons, nobody else is allowed in the pool. <br /><br />With this nice bit of freedom, I went to the <a href="http://chapelhillpubliclibrary.org/">Chapel Hill library </a> BY MYSELF for only the second time since we moved here four years ago. Going to the library solo is such a gift. I was able to browse, look up several books that I've been meaning to read, and actually read at the library. I returned all but three books, extended the three that are outstanding, paid off our overdue fees, and replaced my card with the nifty key-chain version. It's amazing what simple pleasures there are to be had.Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-86116925999420259212008-06-17T16:49:00.000-04:002008-06-17T16:49:37.324-04:00Father's Day Brunch at Crook's CornerIn honor of Father's Day, and my visiting parents, we all went out for brunch at Crook's Corner. Crook's serves authentic southern food. Naturally, I had to take my yankee parents there.<br /><br />After shrimp and grits, pancakes, bacon, and strawberries, we all had to take it easy for the afternoon.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzotW10Oti7WHHMQ3gv67b6rY-YTz4B9i1cToyVdtSItzyzpnMyL7P4VHmmja01E8LGsgA2zncYGRVYrXtdHoiUSDVVQ7xSTg4sXunEenZjhA_1ZDhkfze-EPGL-yTlHCfSuaG/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzotW10Oti7WHHMQ3gv67b6rY-YTz4B9i1cToyVdtSItzyzpnMyL7P4VHmmja01E8LGsgA2zncYGRVYrXtdHoiUSDVVQ7xSTg4sXunEenZjhA_1ZDhkfze-EPGL-yTlHCfSuaG/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-86080756970854964492008-06-11T23:13:00.004-04:002008-06-11T23:21:53.194-04:00Ice skating in the heat wave<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XZqJC7nLiEqrkxm9LwG66hAy4aNfZIOqoZjm5fQTC0BN4-MV1rh1WMdSarPxMdEPgtlhNKauiPCxAWysZcIwQZRt0KCjYaX_-vnc9F8C6SuJ0iLAaoM9c7je2JBCAAC9_kTf/s1600-h/iceskating.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210828832451007554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XZqJC7nLiEqrkxm9LwG66hAy4aNfZIOqoZjm5fQTC0BN4-MV1rh1WMdSarPxMdEPgtlhNKauiPCxAWysZcIwQZRt0KCjYaX_-vnc9F8C6SuJ0iLAaoM9c7je2JBCAAC9_kTf/s400/iceskating.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Early June has been very hot. We've had four days over 100 degrees <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Celsius</span>, and more over 90 degrees. Our tempers are flaring along with the temps outside. So, on Sunday, we were very happy when the Brownies field trip was scheduled for the local ice rink. </div><br /><div>Owen had his first time on skates. He had lots of help and was very brave. Ms. Katie was a trouper and helped Owen around the rink twice. </div><div> </div><div> </div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-66102528628118878692008-06-06T17:26:00.001-04:002008-06-06T17:40:16.603-04:00Soccer warm upOwen is learning to love soccer. His coach is a such nice guy. I have to try hard not to laugh at the kids. Coaching four year olds is like hearding cats.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAPwOruB3QWIjDUa0BTSck_MOji8Au_6Fqw_gvdajLiA4mTX2gBECUmJ42TRHkRBKQWzccY_UwFlOYv6VTtwpSKZZC9TLpsmUqhnsMoitwAJ_OR0b5dEdgbrmAx5dInsoG4jW/s1600-h/MVI_0740.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAPwOruB3QWIjDUa0BTSck_MOji8Au_6Fqw_gvdajLiA4mTX2gBECUmJ42TRHkRBKQWzccY_UwFlOYv6VTtwpSKZZC9TLpsmUqhnsMoitwAJ_OR0b5dEdgbrmAx5dInsoG4jW/s400/MVI_0740.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_CkqMU3scH6pZNDFu8iuA-0noDM8fEty72eAFr49731WslaqfccjSzG0rZkXKRpeTCGaRGtyylcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-10352669353220333882008-05-10T14:28:00.004-04:002008-06-06T17:55:42.143-04:00Soccer Mom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXKyzCWKRqEOwV7jZ7M6-akuO2uW6t5A_XqMszYbxrR_qGc2hnd71UUfRTGKjVS5NVkr7pabYDZ_KSYidLk1wLdnKT2HKaVJBIbws4LCngORY8_ho6G7ISdJAL1YovgeL7mkR/s1600-h/IMG_0718.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208887354581763586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXKyzCWKRqEOwV7jZ7M6-akuO2uW6t5A_XqMszYbxrR_qGc2hnd71UUfRTGKjVS5NVkr7pabYDZ_KSYidLk1wLdnKT2HKaVJBIbws4LCngORY8_ho6G7ISdJAL1YovgeL7mkR/s400/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Owen and Zoe have joined the local soccer team. They have caught on pretty well with the basics of the game.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheR97YcG0k_CZ8C6N2cuVLA5OcDyVtLEKxVD7pDIqrSwtvniHliLnYwbPofxVJAbRs6TypAXColbTj-CPKXSQqWtKvBfSSmMRYiCIfWlJiwu7fKubaRiXSfXd1rhS4BKIkutzZ/s1600-h/soccerowen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198818184079197186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheR97YcG0k_CZ8C6N2cuVLA5OcDyVtLEKxVD7pDIqrSwtvniHliLnYwbPofxVJAbRs6TypAXColbTj-CPKXSQqWtKvBfSSmMRYiCIfWlJiwu7fKubaRiXSfXd1rhS4BKIkutzZ/s400/soccerowen.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was bound to happen sooner or later. Well, I am now officially a Soccer Mom. We have the house in the suburbs. We have the mini-van. We have the two soccer playing kids.<br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3xi1pWtWuQfYHoOPrSAG8D5jC-8KHrxH3OCevVV_yqdyR8FSRmE9BM7_9Us6wz9Lx3cmed2Df5Hs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-62968544919102970872008-05-10T11:33:00.003-04:002008-05-10T19:39:18.685-04:00Back from Mexico with new teeth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vaWVipw0IZ2Zhinp-WPP1n1p3sK8qhv_D_AlogkEYxbLf8FsH_BckAmOdUAfrb3W6NHWb8mZ8HQEW5XQSk-f4THO-hzsw-AKgqgwWFLrxSWCOL5rDHwxTQd2Tm99osu09SBb/s1600-h/new-teeth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198897928736982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vaWVipw0IZ2Zhinp-WPP1n1p3sK8qhv_D_AlogkEYxbLf8FsH_BckAmOdUAfrb3W6NHWb8mZ8HQEW5XQSk-f4THO-hzsw-AKgqgwWFLrxSWCOL5rDHwxTQd2Tm99osu09SBb/s400/new-teeth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjO4W4zgAx3QAZshZN3rm7gnYp_8SOUqVgFHflf6BmQ4RytrFzXuHiUNjsXMe4Rg4P7WKru_m20dlbtin0s0IPk8ye74JAOJ52MGUacDslpC6dSFd6dXBTVJ-tfYUNuQSySik/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198897748348355618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjO4W4zgAx3QAZshZN3rm7gnYp_8SOUqVgFHflf6BmQ4RytrFzXuHiUNjsXMe4Rg4P7WKru_m20dlbtin0s0IPk8ye74JAOJ52MGUacDslpC6dSFd6dXBTVJ-tfYUNuQSySik/s400/lizard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFGQ1GuORvaANewsIyxvCiO8eLKN2snHTOsA3q2FtRm2FeBTlAf9qadKAd-JB6Z3TmiXBME90gw_yEumDtjqFWlhb5kGrt8VD4XENxQ-gKLnC-kB-eS9vj0NeG_Yc2xAgJcgH/s1600-h/mexican-dancing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198897550779859986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFGQ1GuORvaANewsIyxvCiO8eLKN2snHTOsA3q2FtRm2FeBTlAf9qadKAd-JB6Z3TmiXBME90gw_yEumDtjqFWlhb5kGrt8VD4XENxQ-gKLnC-kB-eS9vj0NeG_Yc2xAgJcgH/s400/mexican-dancing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://localhost:2031/6f1c0d2c5d648833a00cab01d8f98cda/image8396.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://localhost:2031/6f1c0d2c5d648833a00cab01d8f98cda/image8398.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://localhost:2031/6f1c0d2c5d648833a00cab01d8f98cda/image8399.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-52031340155139360812008-04-29T22:36:00.006-04:002008-04-29T23:08:14.847-04:00Off to Mexico, for dental workTomorrow, I am flying to Phoenix, AZ. Then I will drive 200 miles to Yuma, AZ. Yuma is a border town with Mexico.<br /><br />In the past, I have enjoyed visiting Mexico for several wonderful vacations. This time it's purely economic. I'm going to Mexico for dental work. I need four root canals with crowns and a couple fillings done. Sadly, given the state of my teeth, I need either a second mortgage on my house or a trip south of the border.<br /><br />In North Carolina, a going rate for one root canal and crown costs around $2,000. My dental plan will pay for a small part. But, it does not cover crowns, and has a cap of $1,500 per person per year. I need at least 4, maybe a few more. That would cost me $8,000.<br /><br />In Mexico, a full root canal, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">x-rays</span>, build-up and crown cost $375!<br /><br />The Mexican dentist that I'm going to comes highly recommended by my mother-in-law who has been to see them a couple times. She lives in AZ, and has had fairly complex work done with them. I trust her opinion. Even so, I'm nervous.<br /><br />I'll update the blog with my progress. While I prefer to head south of the border for some real guacamole (and maybe a margarita or two, too!) Wish me luck and think of me under the drill, not under a sombrero.Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-41568472358339579652008-04-21T15:20:00.000-04:002008-04-21T15:20:49.222-04:00Our trip to Build a Bear WorkshopOwen was the lucky recipient of a gift card from Auntie Amy for Build a Bear Workshop. He was thrilled. He picked out a cheetah and named him Charlie.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA0c9r86YDiLkuPijOcBmlegg7TzjRLliz4_cTyc-KUOAckDZuJ8khH3MtNjZErcnmu-Xj8pQqACmuZx-7gL56lpW7v9GD6R9SVhXIfxsPHxv5DayqLPo0cR6LmX50C8Q0E-h/s1600-h/IMG_0605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA0c9r86YDiLkuPijOcBmlegg7TzjRLliz4_cTyc-KUOAckDZuJ8khH3MtNjZErcnmu-Xj8pQqACmuZx-7gL56lpW7v9GD6R9SVhXIfxsPHxv5DayqLPo0cR6LmX50C8Q0E-h/s400/IMG_0605.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-73744345625475674682008-03-23T19:01:00.006-04:002008-03-23T21:42:52.963-04:00Zoe cuts Owen's birthday cake<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz4xt7Gx3L082cjlN0ffliQG4hSJzwIPZ20JOsFjY6CNbckZJnjChVq1PA7FPlmVYkEBQo0sROrmDQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></p><p>Here's some footage of Owen after he blew out his candles. There are days when Zoe is such a little kid, and others when she shows her maturity. I think this shows how grown up she is becoming. Fittingly, this was at her little brother's party.<br /><br />The kids had their faces painted at the <a href="http://www.jewfaq.org/holiday9.htm">Purim</a> celebration at our <a href="http://www.judeareform.org/">temple</a>. It was a nice way to celebrate Owen's birthday.<br /><br />Since he was sick the previous week, and Bob became and continues to be very sick with pneumonia, it's been a tough couple weeks. Bob is still quite sick now. As a result, we could not plan a big birthday party for Owen.<br /><br />When I was about six or seven, I remember the entire family was sick for my mid-January birthday more than once. I remember my mom pulling out a frozen cherry pie for one birthday. That was a big huge disappointment. It was certainly not what I wanted.<br /><br />Another year when I turned ten my birthday was missed again. I brattishly insisted that my name be added to my sister Leesa's cake. Her birthday is a month after mine in February. We had the bakery lady to pipe in pink frosting: "Happy Birthday Sue-Lee!" The bakery lady asked us if the recipient was Chinese. </p>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323860.post-70391308700799839792008-03-15T19:43:00.001-04:002008-05-15T18:59:02.758-04:00Happy Birthday Owen!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerNbQdSUqQSR__1fT-1NKqu1yoyb431gWmSzOhfbZ5esA443em-kKB0vnNRPDt9m3GxkutrqIND_IjTPh1x49UNmp3l1jUBYqZV75vguuYlB484y-H7c5MoS3bVRXzQghg3R9/s1600-h/Owen+is+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerNbQdSUqQSR__1fT-1NKqu1yoyb431gWmSzOhfbZ5esA443em-kKB0vnNRPDt9m3GxkutrqIND_IjTPh1x49UNmp3l1jUBYqZV75vguuYlB484y-H7c5MoS3bVRXzQghg3R9/s400/Owen+is+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />As you can see, Owen is doing better. Tomorrow is his forth birtday. My sisters sent him this terrific T-shirt. Good for a Boston boy nearly born on St. Patrick's day. <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Dot Com Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623195302374674161noreply@blogger.com2