<?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-5493451739103844865</id><updated>2011-09-30T07:26:07.753-07:00</updated><category term='funnies'/><category term='jon'/><category term='life. natalie'/><category term='Christmas Grey'/><category term='Oliver'/><category term='trips'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='natalie'/><category term='family'/><category term='kids'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Where Angels Fear to Tread</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8986014003384284950</id><published>2011-05-24T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:34:46.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hot damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie knows how to tie shoes now! Miracle of miracles, it took all of 15 minutes for her to nail it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8986014003384284950?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8986014003384284950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8986014003384284950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8986014003384284950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8986014003384284950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/05/hot-damn.html' title='Hot damn!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2803681528758347351</id><published>2011-05-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:12:40.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>What a character...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got Oliver to bed, as usual, while Jon put Natalie to bed. Jon just came down - said as he was leaving Natalie's room, he saw Oliver's hand sticking out under his door - was just waving it back and forth. lol Went in, and Oliver told him he went poopy. Why he didn't say anything through the monitor, or actually say something when he heard Jon leave Natalie's room, is beyond me, but the mental image of the little hand shoved under the door is killing me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2803681528758347351?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2803681528758347351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2803681528758347351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2803681528758347351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2803681528758347351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-character.html' title='What a character...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1207509194118524117</id><published>2011-04-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:17:09.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Goin' to the chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, Oliver came up to me with a broken earring (hoop) that I let him play with. Told he wanted to give me a ring. I asked him if he was asking me to marry him - he said "Yes". So I accepted, we were laughing. Then I called him my husband - got an indignant "I am not YOUR husband, I'm Nanee's husband". I pretended to cry, and he asked what was wrong. I told him "I thought we were getting married".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He heaved a disgusted sigh and said "OK. FINE. I'll marry you tomorrow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1207509194118524117?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1207509194118524117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1207509194118524117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1207509194118524117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1207509194118524117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/04/goin-to-chapel.html' title='Goin&apos; to the chapel'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5080384226920362872</id><published>2011-04-24T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:13:58.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Easter! Starting out slow this morning - since we're hosting this year, the Easter Bunny isn't bringing baskets until we are at church. No Whopper vomit from Oliver on Easter morning - that's a tradition I won't really miss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5080384226920362872?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5080384226920362872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5080384226920362872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5080384226920362872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5080384226920362872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2825910604941991582</id><published>2011-04-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:43:21.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Oliver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our big boy turned 3 today, and to quote Oliver "Everybody had a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; time!".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When he got up this morning, I sang "Happy Birthday", complete with "cha cha chas", to his delight. Had a little breakfast, opened his gift from Aunt Jamie (Superman toy and a blue satin superhero cape - dude was over the moon!", then we headed out. Went to get some Toy Story plates and napkins, and a Jessie doll to go with his Woody and Buzz (Dee-da sent him a check, and told me to buy him something he wanted). Next stop was a haircut, per his request. Had a little lunch, then we went to the party store for balloons, got home just in time for nap. He wore the cape the whole time we were gone - so cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After his nap, Mitz and Pops came over, and he opened his gifts. Then we went to Chuck E Cheese - kids had a blast! Oliver wore his cape again, along with his special birthday shirt (Superman logo with the "S" replaced with a "3"". I climbed up in the tunnels that line the ceiling with him - man, it stinks up there. Oliver wanted Chuck E to come over, so he could tell the big rodent that he has a beautiful hiney (Oliver's highest compliment), but Chuck E didn't... So Oliver stood up at the table and trash talked Chuck E. He was babbling most of it, so we have no idea what he said, but the tone of voice was all tough guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had cake and ice cream... Our baker outdid herself again - the cake matched his shirt and was incredible! Found Whoppers (Oliver's favorite chocolate candy) ice cream by Breyers (and it is so gross, but Oliver liked it), so we brought that too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the way home, I was trying to get Oliver to pick a favorite birthday present. He mentioned this Buzz Lightyear Shake and Go car, that was one of his gifts from us. Natalie said "Don't you mean the Woody hat? Don't you love that hat?" (that's what she "gave" him - and it's really cool - nice sized, licensed Woody hat, not cheap plastic either - he wore that to CEC too!). He said "I WUV that hat! Thank you giving me my cowboy hat, Nanee". Natalie said "So is it your favorite?". Oliver said "Yes". She said "Good". We were dying. It was probably funnier being there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we left CEC, Oliver told all of us "I do love you Mommy". "I do love you Daddy". "I do love you Nanee". "I do love Mitz and Pops", and "EVERYBODY HAD A GREAT TIME". We read a book that Grandma Carol sent him, and as I finished it, he said "I do love Grandma". &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great day. Just a wonderful day with my big boy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Happy Birthday to Aunt Jamie too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qq0zmHVAr8/TaPYE8ejQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZDCEgxeGhU/s1600/o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qq0zmHVAr8/TaPYE8ejQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZDCEgxeGhU/s320/o1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594552741589631922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7iU_l9k5N8/TaPYWS3fgwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4X0jLbCN4HI/s1600/o11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7iU_l9k5N8/TaPYWS3fgwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4X0jLbCN4HI/s320/o11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594553039657599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2825910604941991582?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2825910604941991582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2825910604941991582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2825910604941991582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2825910604941991582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-oliver.html' title='Happy Birthday, Oliver!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qq0zmHVAr8/TaPYE8ejQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZDCEgxeGhU/s72-c/o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7455300521196658444</id><published>2011-01-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:27:14.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ooof, forgot, 2nd quarter report cards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie had a fabulous report card! We're so proud of her. All 3s and 4s (As and Bs) - quite a few 4s, and a few in areas where her teacher says she doesn't often give them out at this point. She's on level, or proficient in every area that is graded. Her teacher says she is the type of student who makes teaching fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. K also told me that Natalie is quite the rule-follower at school, and gets irritated when other kids don't follow the rules. She said she'll look over at Natalie when someone else isn't following the rules, just so she can see Natalie rolling her eyes. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie also passed her belt testing last semester - she's now a green belt, and will add in sparring within the next couple of weeks. We just need to get her equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7455300521196658444?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7455300521196658444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7455300521196658444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7455300521196658444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7455300521196658444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/01/ooof-forgot-2nd-quarter-report-cards.html' title='Ooof, forgot, 2nd quarter report cards!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-387602688597005407</id><published>2011-01-30T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:27:31.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Smooth talker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver has been big on compliments lately. "I like your laptop, Mommy. It's beautiful!". "I like your cute shirt".... However, the best was a couple of days ago. I was getting dressed when Oliver burst into my closet (I had on underwear) and exclaimed "I like your cute hiney, Mommy! It's beautiful!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to receive compliments as well... If I tell him he's cute, he'll usually reply "Uh huh. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I've mentioned his chocolate milk dance - he's been doing this since he was a little over a year old. When he wants chocolate milk (and when doesn't he?), he does a bouncy little dance, while chanting "choc choc choc choc". About a week ago, he was doing his choc dance, and I wasn't giving in. So he switched it up a bit. Got right up in my face and said "I LOVE chocolate milk, Mommy! It's my FAVORITE. Mmmmmmm *rubbed his belly*". I caved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-387602688597005407?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/387602688597005407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=387602688597005407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/387602688597005407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/387602688597005407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/01/smooth-talker.html' title='Smooth talker'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7080961603104517199</id><published>2011-01-02T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:37:22.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This will be brief - wanted to write something before I forget it... Just said good-bye to Grandma this morning (we miss her already!) - had a great week with her here in AZ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas was wonderful - the kids were so excited - had such a lovely day. But what I don't want to forget is... Little Man didn't get a nap on Christmas, so by the end of the day, he was just done. I found him sitting under the tree just before bedtime, eyes glazed over, mumbling repeatedly "Wanna open more presents". LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7080961603104517199?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7080961603104517199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7080961603104517199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7080961603104517199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7080961603104517199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2011/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3766491723101621890</id><published>2010-12-15T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:37:54.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie turned 6 today. It doesn't seem possible! Had a nice day... Picked my mom up this morning (still can't drive after her recent surgery), and she sat in the house while Oliver slept, so I could take birthday treats to Natalie's class. Came home, Natalie opened her presents, then we went out to dinner. Mom couldn't make it - some issues with her surgical site (but was checked out and is fine!) had to run her home so Jim (was supposed to be heading into work - graveyards) could take her to her doctor, so Natalie's best friend's mom let Trinity come with us. Went to a local pizza place called Organ Stop Pizza - good pizza and an incredible organ that comes up out of the stage, light show, puppets, can't really describe it well enough to do it justice. All three kids had a blast - the only time Oliver was unhappy was during The Phantom of the Opera - that scared him. But, the organist played O Holy Night (my favorite carol), and it was the most beautiful version I'd ever heard. Got a Happy Birthday played for Natalie as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, a good day. We missed Mitz, Natalie was quite distraught, but at least she got to spend several hours with her this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had her friends birthday party this past Saturday - at Build A Bear. 16 kids from class came! Had a big group, but they all had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Happy Birthday to Aunt Annie as well! Missed her call, and got home late, but will hopefully catch up tomorrow.... Which happens to be Grandma's birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3766491723101621890?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3766491723101621890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3766491723101621890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3766491723101621890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3766491723101621890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-6th-birthday.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8814720877147039457</id><published>2010-12-01T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:12:02.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Is Natalie there?"</title><content type='html'>First phone call from a boy. Ooof. Not sure I'm ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too funny though... Natalie got all girly and giggly when I gave her the phone. Wasn't much of a conversation, apparently Josh just wanted to know her birthday, then "gotta go". She was a little confused at how abruptly the call ended, and the look on her face was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked him up in last year's yearbook, remarked that he's cute (has a great smile). Natalie said "YEAH. He's CUUUUTE".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8814720877147039457?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8814720877147039457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8814720877147039457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8814720877147039457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8814720877147039457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-natalie-there.html' title='&quot;Is Natalie there?&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7005377438307063037</id><published>2010-12-01T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:55:02.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Road Raging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver and I were waiting to exit the freeway yesterday, stopped at a redlight behind a line of cars. All of a sudden I heard "MOVE IDIOT BUTT" from the back. I asked him "Did you just say 'move your butt, idiot?'". He grinned, said "Uh HUH! Like Mommy do!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7005377438307063037?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7005377438307063037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7005377438307063037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7005377438307063037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7005377438307063037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/12/road-raging.html' title='Road Raging'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3067220019445258162</id><published>2010-11-12T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:42:55.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Bring a gas mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie told me the following just now (triggered by me having Oliver pulling my finger, mass hilarity for both kids!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I farted a lot in school today. Some were quiet, some were loud. Chloe thought it was funny. Elise said she never farts, she holds it in. We need to let Elise borrow Oliver's 'The Gas We Pass' book, because she doesn't know you have to pass that gas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She kills me! I should add... She wasn't farting in class to be disruptive - both kids have been pretty gassy this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3067220019445258162?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3067220019445258162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3067220019445258162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3067220019445258162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3067220019445258162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-gas-mask.html' title='Bring a gas mask'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2335601041528869191</id><published>2010-11-07T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:27:32.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Dinner tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver went on a steak strike. Natalie said she was going to eat his, and forked a piece from his plate - trying to reverse psychology him. Instead of him flipping out, as he would most of the time, he said "eat it all", scooped up all of his pieces, and put them on her plate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2335601041528869191?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2335601041528869191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2335601041528869191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2335601041528869191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2335601041528869191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinner-tonight.html' title='Dinner tonight...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4382603530860450077</id><published>2010-11-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:26:09.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little late... The kids had a blast on Halloween! Natalie was Dr. Frankenstein, Oliver was Frankenstein, I was the Bride of Frankenstein, and Jon was Igor. They got lots of candy! We went to see Mitz and Pops first, then came back here to hand out our treats, and trick or treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The week before Halloween, we were teaching Oliver how to ToT. It was really cute! I'd go in the powder room, and shut the door. Oliver would grab his pumpkin, knock on the door, and when I opened it, said "Trick or Treat", wait for me to put something in his pumpkin, and then "thank you". The night of Halloween, he said "Trick or Treat" at every house, without being prompted, and somewhere along the way, started saying "Haaaaaap.......py Haw-weeeeeen", very slowly and very seriously - it was the cutest thing ever. Then the next day, he told us "get dark and get candy". :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon carved a bunch of pumpkins for the kids - did a great job. We had a Buzz Lightyear, Batman symbol, Batman face, and Spiderman face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote of the evening went to Natalie though... On the way back home, she said "I can't WAIT to get to the sugar rush". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4382603530860450077?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4382603530860450077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4382603530860450077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4382603530860450077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4382603530860450077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2508478819739986768</id><published>2010-10-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:52:06.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>First quarter report card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie received her first quarter report card this past week, and I had our first parent-teacher conference of the school year. She is doing really, really well! Her teacher says she loves having Natalie in class, she's respectful, organized and a good friend to her classmates. She is one of her teacher's three go-to kids for other classmates who struggle a bit socially - that makes me really proud. She's very sensitive and kind, and I'm so glad she's a friend to everyone. Academically, she's also doing very well. Grading scale is 1-4, with 4 being the highest. Her teacher said that she gives out very few 4s this early in the year, as that indicates mastery. Natalie's report card was all 3s and quite a few 4s!  This Tuesday is her Student of the Month assembly, which Oliver and I are looking forward to attending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2508478819739986768?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2508478819739986768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2508478819739986768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2508478819739986768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2508478819739986768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-quarter-report-card.html' title='First quarter report card!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3349383421562300326</id><published>2010-10-24T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:48:18.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While in Chicago, Oliver taught himself to climb in and out of the crib at Grandma's house. It was hilarious, and I foolishly thought that since his crib at home is lower to the ground (it just seems deeper because of how low it is), that it wouldn't be an issue at home. Yeah, not so much. Not 24 hours after we got home, he was climbing in and out of our crib, so off came the front, and now he's in a big boy toddler daybed. I took him out to pick out new bedding - he chose Toy Story/Buzz Lightyear, and loves it. I'm not going into a lot of detail, most of the people who would be reading this know the hell we went through when Natalie switched to a bed, but so far, he's doing really, really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't ready for this - not only the fear of having him less contained, but it's just one more baby thing left behind. He's getting to be such a big boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3349383421562300326?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3349383421562300326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3349383421562300326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3349383421562300326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3349383421562300326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-monkey.html' title='Little Monkey'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3725920848481095242</id><published>2010-10-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:44:49.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Chicago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two weeks ago, we went to Chicago to visit Jon's side of the family. Natalie was on Fall Break, so we had the whole week! Had a great time - the kids had so much fun with their cousins, Will, Maggie and Owen - Oliver is still asking to go to Owen's house.  And of course, they loved all of the time they got to spend with Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The flight out was a little rough - Oliver had a hell of a time, and made his displeasure known. Mama Bear (me, duh) tangled with a couple of fellow passengers, but we arrived safe and sound, and I managed to avoid getting arrested. :-P Natalie was her usual excellent traveler self - she just travels so well. Settles herself down on the plane and sits back and enjoys the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aunt Lois and Uncle Don drove in from Michigan - which was such a nice surprise! And they came bearing pumpkins, gourds, and some awesome candy. Got the whole group together - I think there was 16 of us (?), and we went to Aurelio's - a great local pizza place in Jon's hometown, where Grandma still lives and works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked out a pumpkin patch too, which was a lot of fun. They had a Moo Choo ride, corn maze, kid's area with animals, you name it, they had it. Great place in Indiana. Go figure though... We left AZ in 90+ degree weather, and that weekend in IL/IN, it was 90 degrees! Mercifully, it cooled down in the early part of the week - we really enjoyed the crisp fall weather. The leaves were even turning, and it was so gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to take the kids to the Shedd Aquarium, and also the Children's Museum at Navy Pier. Went to the parks around Grandma's house a bunch of times. Visited Grandma at work, at got a full tour of the school, and met a lot of Grandma's colleagues. We also had a chance to see Aunt Elizabeth's and Uncle Matt's new house (gorgeous!) and neighborhood - where Aunt Annie and I nearly got into a brawl at a bakery. Don't ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also took the kids to see Great-Great Auntie Annie, and took her out to dinner. Oliver was fascinated with her wedding picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver cracked us up one day... I had gone out to get doughnuts, and I guess Little Man fancied a snack one afternoon, and thought he'd be sneaky. All of a sudden, he came out of the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face, rubbing his belly with one hand, holding a doughnut with the other - saying "Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm" over and over. He busted himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie was great with her cousins - she and Will really hit it off, and she was so good with Owen and Maggie. Sometime that first weekend, she looked at me and said "It's really great being here with the cousins, isn't it Mommy?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was such a great time, and we're looking forward to seeing Grandma out here in December - just a couple more months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Working on pics. Backlog - sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3725920848481095242?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3725920848481095242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3725920848481095242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3725920848481095242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3725920848481095242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicago.html' title='Chicago!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1740231562169390962</id><published>2010-09-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:23:07.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Soccer girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie started soccer two weeks ago - same group with whom she takes karate. Just once a week, on Saturdays, so no weeknight practices to interfere with school, which is good! She's doing really well so far! The first week the coach just had the kids in the field, kicking the ball around and getting comfortable. She was right in there, going after the ball - really cool to see. Especially since I hated all sports. I kind of dig having a daughter who is a budding athlete! My favorite story from that session is, the coach put the kids in their positions. Got Natalie to her spot and told her to stand there. Whistle blew, and all the kids started running and playing, but Natalie stayed put. LOL! I wish she followed directions that well at home! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed this week - upper respiratory infection that won't quit. Jon said this week was regular practice, skills building, and Natalie continues to do well. Apparently several parents asked him if she's played before, because she is very natural out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wants to play football too. Oof. Not sure if I'm ready for that, seems so much heavier on contact. I didn't think girls were allowed to play football anyway, but found out that the Pop Warner program out here (and I'm not sure if that is the correct spelling, I haven't looked it up) does, and in fact, on one of the teams, the quarterback is a girl! But for now, I think Daisy/Girl Scouts, soccer and karate are enough activities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1740231562169390962?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1740231562169390962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1740231562169390962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1740231562169390962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1740231562169390962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-girl.html' title='Soccer girl!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2201581089133050066</id><published>2010-09-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:26:53.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>It's a good thing he's cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver is sleeping with Jon and me this trip.  We found out he sleeps very well with us when we were in Baltimore in June, so we decided not to haul along the crib my mom has this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5:30 this morning, Little Man was prying my eyes open.  When that didn't work, he resorted to saying "Eat eat Mommy" and proceeded to gnaw on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I did what any good mom would do.  I sent him into the girls' room to torment them.  They were already up, but being nice and quiet.  I guess they heard him coming, and quickly locked their door.  So he started growling outside the door, and when he didn't get a reaction, proceeded to beat on it.  Totally wouldn't be funny at home, but I was cracking up this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2201581089133050066?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2201581089133050066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2201581089133050066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2201581089133050066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2201581089133050066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-good-thing-hes-cute.html' title='It&apos;s a good thing he&apos;s cute'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8307787058987627703</id><published>2010-09-04T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:23:01.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Tropical Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're in our favorite spot in the mountains for Labor Day weekend - Overgaard, AZ.  Having a blast, and Natalie's best friend Trinity joined us this trip!  This morning, we took the kids to a town about 30 miles from here, called Taylor, to check out their Sweet Corn Festival.  There was a nice kids' area with pony rides and a number of different inflatable bouncers.  Natalie kept telling me she wanted to go on the "tropical horse".  I reminded her that she and Trinity would be having a pony ride tomorrow at the barn on the property where we stay.  She said "No Mommy, THAT", and pointed to the OBSTACLE COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8307787058987627703?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8307787058987627703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8307787058987627703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8307787058987627703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8307787058987627703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/09/tropical-horse.html' title='Tropical Horse'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5847192524209221633</id><published>2010-08-29T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:04:23.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy 40th, Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon turned 40 yesterday (tee hee! :-P)! Managed to remember to post on FB, but kept forgetting to post it here. Yesterday was a mad dash to finish pulling his party together - did a 70s/disco themed party. Had lots of fun! Jon found a vintage disco shirt and I found a vintage disco dress on Ebay.  I happened to have a hair appointment scheduled for yesterday morning, as as it also happened, the client after me canceled, so Matthew had time to play! I had the best 70's middle-parted, feathered and backcombed 'do - so much fun! Oliver had a powder blue disco suit costume, and Natalie had a tee-shirt with a disco ball and "Party" on it - she didn't want to dress up. Which was just as well, I couldn't find anything vintage in her size, and the girls' costumes that are available are trampy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Party details if you're so inclined -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had about 50 songs on a playlist - love it - was listening to it again today. Oliver's favorite is Macho Man (Village People) - he can listen to it over and over and over. That was all last-minute. A couple of nights ago, I downloaded an album of 100 top songs of the 70s - it was a great mix of music - then I played it and realized the whole album was a cover version. UGH. What a waste of $20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swedish meatballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;veggie/fruit platters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bacon-wrapped water chestnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deviled eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lay's onion dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salsa/guac/tortilla chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And for our vegan friends: tabouli, roasted red pepper hummus, vegan pita chips and flatbread, 3 bean salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beer/wine/Pepsi Throwback/Tequila Sunrises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a rotating disco ball thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cake was fabulous! Used our usual baker - delicious beyond belief and SO cool! I'll get pictures up sometime this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favors were little bags with disco ball keychains, pet rocks (Natalie, her best friend and I made them one afternoon last week), and those soft peppermints - the wrappers were bright yellow with the smiley face. Found someone on Etsy who turned around really cool favor tags that I could print at home - in less than 24 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids had so much fun! Natalie told me she wants a 70s party for her birthday this year. :-) And she was so cute yesterday morning - she came charging into the bathroom while I was showering - "Is today the day that Daddy is 40"? - cackling like a little loon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, all in all, it turned out well! Especially considering this all came together in two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5847192524209221633?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5847192524209221633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5847192524209221633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5847192524209221633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5847192524209221633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-40th-jon.html' title='Happy 40th, Jon!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8849447561651428121</id><published>2010-08-25T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:34:52.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Oliver needs a post too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little man has had quite the language explosion lately. He's stringing more and more words together, and is using adjectives often as well. "Mitz funny! Pops funny!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He likes to pretend play a lot - likes to pretend to be a baby, or various animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He seems to be starting to recognize shapes pretty well too. Pointed out a rectangle, heart, and star in a book today and named them all without being prompted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He still gets pissy when you try to get him to repeat the alphabet. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he sings "na na na na na na na na na na na na na BATMAN" and "Spiderman Spiderman" - in tune for both. He's obsessed with Spiderman - which is so funny because I don't think he's ever watched the show. Natalie has some Spiderman toys, so perhaps that's what sparked his interest. Oliver appears to have radar for Spiderman toys/shirts/pjs/slippers - he can spot that stuff from a mile away. He spied Spiderman slippers today, and I bought them for him. He was so cute - kept saying "Spiderman! Thank you, Mommy", over and over again. And couldn't wait to show them to Natalie when she got home from  school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My current favorite phrase is "fart bubble". Yeah, you read that right. The way he says it is hilarious! Never fails to crack me up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8849447561651428121?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8849447561651428121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8849447561651428121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8849447561651428121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8849447561651428121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/oliver-needs-post-too.html' title='Oliver needs a post too'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7198601536630452751</id><published>2010-08-25T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:29:04.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>First spelling test and progress report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie had her first spelling test last week - 100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also had her first weekly progress report, which was excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great start to the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7198601536630452751?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7198601536630452751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7198601536630452751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7198601536630452751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7198601536630452751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-spelling-test-and-progress-report.html' title='First spelling test and progress report'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8189876427140813369</id><published>2010-08-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:29:22.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Wait until she's in 6th grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie came up to me yesterday and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, the kindergartners look so SMALL this year! Aren't they so &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; though? I think they are just SO CUTE! Oliver is almost as big as they are".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her wait until she is in 6th grade - then kindergartners will really look small and cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8189876427140813369?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8189876427140813369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8189876427140813369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8189876427140813369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8189876427140813369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/wait-until-shes-in-6th-grade.html' title='Wait until she&apos;s in 6th grade!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-9108232171567406453</id><published>2010-08-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:01:37.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight Natalie was asking me about what comes after high school - I told her (as I always do) "college". She asked what I learned in college, and I told her I didn't go, but that I hope she and Oliver both decide to go when it is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So how did you learn how to take care of a baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, I used to babysit a lot as a teenager, and then I took a baby care class when I was pregnant with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How did Daddy learn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daddy took that class too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"OH, so did you look at him and think 'WOW, that man looks NICE. I should meet him"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL. I was dying, just the way she said it was hilarious. I told her that Daddy and I took the class together - we were already married. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She kills me. Such a funny little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-9108232171567406453?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/9108232171567406453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=9108232171567406453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/9108232171567406453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/9108232171567406453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5137893979478332094</id><published>2010-08-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:41:53.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>First day of first grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've fallen behind these last couple weeks of summer - lots going on - I'm on the PTO board this year (fundraising coordinator, and we're knee deep in planning the school's 3rd annual carnival for October), and some things with church, but I wanted to make sure I posted about Natalie's first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited to get out to the bus stop this morning - did not want me to drive her on her first day like last year. Got off the bus all smiles, had so much to tell me. We met her teacher Monday - Jon and I both really like her and think it's going to be a great year! Some of her close friends are in her class too, which is nice. Today was the first time I had a hard time seeing her leave. Preschool and Kindergarten didn't faze me too much, but I had a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat for the better part of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver missed her terribly as well. He kept saying "Where Na-nee? No school. Na-nee play Ahvrar" (the last is my attempt of phonetically spelling how Oliver pronounces his name).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She starts karate again in a couple of weeks, and soccer as well. And Girl Scouts (Daisy) in less than two weeks luckily the soccer is not too competitive - Saturday lessons, but no practice during the week, and GS is every other Sunday. We don't want to overload her, but we want to encourage her interests at the same time. Have to figure out how to fit piano lessons in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/TGOI4M7_6BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NU3LrbnoJKU/s1600/firstday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504393668703807506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/TGOI4M7_6BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NU3LrbnoJKU/s320/firstday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5137893979478332094?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5137893979478332094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5137893979478332094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5137893979478332094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5137893979478332094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='First day of first grade!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/TGOI4M7_6BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NU3LrbnoJKU/s72-c/firstday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5348774996695400094</id><published>2010-07-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:36:36.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Uncle Kyle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe you are 41! Damn! Time flies! (let's see if he's still reading this. :-p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many, many happy returns! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5348774996695400094?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5348774996695400094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5348774996695400094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5348774996695400094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5348774996695400094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-uncle-kyle.html' title='Happy Birthday, Uncle Kyle!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5867261301021391620</id><published>2010-07-21T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:35:23.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Yellow belt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie's karate class had Awards Night on Monday! She passed her test and is now a yellow belt! Woohoo - way to go kid! Mitz and Pops joined Oliver and me, and we got to watch Natalie and her class demonstrate what they learned this session - very cool! She wants to continue with it, which we think is great! New season starts 01 Sep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5867261301021391620?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5867261301021391620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5867261301021391620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5867261301021391620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5867261301021391620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/07/yellow-belt.html' title='Yellow belt!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4405600181273219588</id><published>2010-07-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:47:46.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Name change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed Oliver calling Jon "Daddy" today, or "da DEEEE". We've been "Mama" and "Dada" since he started speaking. I told Jon that if he's already saying "Daddy", then "Mommy" won't be too far off. Thought I'd have a couple of days, a week, even. Nope. Couple of hours later "Mommy". The rest of the evening was "Mama", but probably due to force of habit more than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's cute and sweet and all that... But it's just one more sign of him growing up! Natalie called me "Mama" until she was 3, I think. It made me a little sad when that went away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of Little Miss - she's tried to sneak in a "Mom" here and there. I am not ready for that - she's too little! I shut that down every time. And she gives me her evil grin, so I know she's mostly messing with me. Stinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4405600181273219588?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4405600181273219588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4405600181273219588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4405600181273219588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4405600181273219588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/07/name-change.html' title='Name change'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4780808921130861193</id><published>2010-07-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:16:18.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A week late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids and I had a wonderful weekend with Mitz and Pops - we headed to the mountains, in Payson, that Friday. Jon joined us Sunday for the day/night - stayed home so he could get a ton of yardwork done that is impossible to do with the kids underfoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids had so much fun! They were able to play outside all day - it's too hot here in the Valley for that, even with the pool (we limit pool time to a couple of hours a day, at most, because of N's eczema, and the sun is of course strong). They rode their bikes, ran around, just generally had a ball. Even got to play in Pops' boat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked out an arts and crafts festival in a neighboring town. Very small, but I bought Mitz a boobie cooler (for real, it's a fabric thing you soak with water and I think refrigerate, then stick in your bra. lol). I think the official name is Boobe Toobe or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 3rd, I took the kids to the second annual 4th of July parade in Payson. Shortest parade ever. Over in less than 20 minutes. I wasn't too impressed, but the kids loved it, and that's what counts! Natalie and Oliver were so excited - and Oliver quickly learned to go diving for candy when it was thrown from the floats! Natalie helped pass out miniature American flags. Anyone can join in the parade - if we're there next year, I might have the kids decorate their bikes and walk in the parade. I was in a couple of parades for the American Legion as a child (Jr. Miss Poppy several years - yes there are pics, no they aren't scanned), and rode in the Memorial Day parades - it was so much fun - I think the kids would enjoy it too. Oliver cut his finger pretty badly that night - Mitz and I took him to a fire station at the end of the development to have it looked at. It wouldn't stop bleeding for a while, got all over me (just to illustrate how much it was - it was even all the way down my back), and I was worried. I didn't want to subject him to an ER on a Saturday night over the 4th if I didn't have to (hello drunks), so we stopped by the fire station first to see if they thought it would need stitches. The firefighters felt it wouldn't be stitched at the ER, gave us some tips for bandaging it, what to watch for, then gave Oliver the royal treatment. They were so nice. They had just returned from a call, but took so much time not only to look at his wound, but to try to cheer him up. They gave him a stuffed dog, a bag full of goodies (stickers, crayons, coloring pages, cup) and let him tour a fire truck! Then he gave hugs all around. His boo-boo is much better now, but he still talks about it. It oozed for a couple of days if the Band-aids came off, but that stopped by Tuesday. Now it's just the barest scrape. Scared the hell out of us though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took it easy on the 4th. Pops grilled some killer steaks. I made &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/07/bacon-wrapped_j/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's Bacon-Wrapped Jalapeno Thingies&lt;/a&gt;, which were awesome. Although I'm going to try &lt;a href="http://chaosinthekitchen.com/2010/07/bacon-wrapped-jalapeno-poppers/"&gt;this version &lt;/a&gt;next time too. Mom, Jon, the kids and I went to check out the fireworks. Couldn't have been a more perfect evening. We were a little irked at first because they wouldn't let cars near the park, so you were forced to take the shuttle buses from a local HS. I wasn't thrilled, because Jon and I had to leave early the next morning - he had a flight to catch, and I didn't want to get caught in post-4th traffic - I thought we'd be out super late. But, they had it down to a science. The weather was perfect - 60ish. We got there early enough to hear the band they had playing - the kids were rocking out - it was SO cute! Oliver was even playing air guitar - he was a dancing machine. Mitz bought the kids glow in the dark necklaces, which they loved. Then we settled back to watch the show. Awesome fireworks display - really long too - longest I've ever been to. Oliver was a little upset at first, then he loved them. Kept saying "fireworks, high, BOOM". He sat in Mitz's lap for a long time, and it was so sweet to see them snuggled up, and I could see Oliver pointing to the sky saying "BOOM" over and over. He was also so excited because the shuttle buses were school buses - he's been itching to ride on a school bus since Natalie gets to ride one too and from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We somehow managed to get on the first set of buses back to the HS. Got right in the van - Mitz once again had the parking gods on her side, and were back 5 minutes later. Kids in bed 20 minutes after that - unbelievable. I thought it would be midnight or later before we got out of there - we were back by 10!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4780808921130861193?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4780808921130861193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4780808921130861193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4780808921130861193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4780808921130861193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3301978257394712006</id><published>2010-06-30T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:56:43.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Motive and opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver is a little chocolate milk addict. He would drink his "choc" all day if we let him (and we don't), and even has a special dance when he's trying to cajole his way into a cup of it - chants "choc choc choc" and has some little arm motions - I think I have it on video - will have to post if I do. Then when he gets it, his whole face lights up and he says "CHOOOOOOOOOOOOC" as if greeting a longlost friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he wanted some "choc". And has figured out he can reach the pantry shelf on which I have an unopened bottle of Hershey's. I was upstairs getting ready for the day, when all of a sudden, he appeared at the bathroom door with his sippy under one arm, and an unopened bottle of Hershey's under the other - the little stinker dragged both of them upstairs. I had to laugh. He didn't get his choc, but it was funny as hell. He was so pleased with himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3301978257394712006?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3301978257394712006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3301978257394712006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3301978257394712006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3301978257394712006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/motive-and-opportunity.html' title='Motive and opportunity'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7262148154122628188</id><published>2010-06-29T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:01:04.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Will!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our nephew Will turned 3 today! We all had a chance to speak with him on the phone - he sounds like such a big kid now! Can't wait to see him again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7262148154122628188?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7262148154122628188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7262148154122628188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7262148154122628188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7262148154122628188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-will.html' title='Happy Birthday, Will!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-6345074726809132896</id><published>2010-06-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:00:06.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>A rose by any other name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie was driving me crazy this afternoon with Christmas talk. Running commentary for God knows how long on exactly what she wants for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told her that Christmas was five months away, and I didn't want to hear about it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later... "I really want some Scooby Doo toys for Jesus' birthday. I didn't say the other word, Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told her I wasn't falling for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later... "I really want blah blah blah for that holiday, Mommy. I didn't mention Jesus' birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one was "I really want Santa to bring me XXXXXXX. I didn't say the name of that holiday, Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRGH! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-6345074726809132896?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/6345074726809132896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=6345074726809132896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6345074726809132896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6345074726809132896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/rose-by-any-other-name.html' title='A rose by any other name'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3579446738323161068</id><published>2010-06-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:37:53.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Ms. Roboto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the kids out running errands Friday afternoon. I could hear Natalie speaking in a robot tone in the back of the van - and Oliver laughing. So I turned down the radio and AC so I could hear her better. I caught the following - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I AM A ROBOT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE ROBOT LOVES DOGS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE ROBOT IS ALLERGIC TO DOGS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE ROBOT WANTS BENADRYL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3579446738323161068?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3579446738323161068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3579446738323161068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3579446738323161068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3579446738323161068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-roboto.html' title='Ms. Roboto'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2248712372207729458</id><published>2010-06-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:35:28.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Father's day to Jon, Jim and Dee-Da (and Uncle Matt and Uncle Kyle too!) - we love you! And we love and remember our fathers and grandfathers who are no longer with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2248712372207729458?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2248712372207729458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2248712372207729458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2248712372207729458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2248712372207729458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2685130739578864490</id><published>2010-06-20T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:44:59.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Toothy McTootherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in Baltimore for ten days, and am just getting back to our normal routine - which is why I haven't posted. We had a wonderful time! Saw my grandfather and father, my step-grandmother. Packed a lot into ten days - absolutely exhausting. Aside from the kids being way keyed up the whole time, they were little troopers!  I ate like a pig. We all did. Had steamed crabs four times, crabcakes twice, crab dip, crab pizza (the dip and pizza from a local restaurant called DeSantis' Pizza and Grill in Parkville, MD - best crab dip I have ever had, hands down), pizza sub, inside-out pizza (stromboli), and an egg-custard snowball with marshmallow in the middle and on top - that satisfied a 15 year craving! Hawaiian ice and snow cones are NOT the same, and you can't find egg custard flavor OR marshmallow topping out here, as far as I know. I'm on a mission though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the post title... Natalie had two loose teeth. She lost the first one (left center, bottom) last Monday night - we were at my friends' house (Lynette and Derek) for our final night in Baltimore. She worked and worked that tooth - it was pretty loose and finally twisted and pulled it out - the new tooth is already on the way up! She was so proud of herself!  She was so excited to lose her first tooth in MD - "You lost your teeth in Baltimore, Mommy! Just like me! We're lucky! We're twins".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of teeth, I was sure I broke a tooth our last weekend in MD - was spitting shards of tooth, and had a fair amount of pain, that got worse through the end of the trip. What are the odds of both of us having teeth issues? Went to the dentist Wednesday... Painful visit. I have one tooth on the upper left - last molar - that is my problem tooth. It shredded 8 years ago while I was eating pasta. My dentist at the time was able to do an onlay - basically a huge filling that is cemented in - has to be created in a lab like a crown, but isn't quite a crown. I was eating really soft bread and crab dip this last time. Apparently, the onlay was fine, but there was a gap between the gum and tooth/onlay. So I had to have the onlay cut out, the area cleaned out (my dentist found nothing broken, he thinks what I spat out was tooth from 8 years ago that got trapped up in there when the original onlay was put on), a temp on, and the new onlay will go on in about three weeks. Good times. The only good thing was, I was so tired from the trip, the nitrous put me completely out, so I got a really nice, 1 hour nitrous nap. lol Woke up to lots of pain though. The damn retraction cord they have to use to cut off blood supply to the area is so painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Thursday night, I was getting the kids to bed (Jon was OOT), and went downstairs for a minute to grab Oliver's lovey. When I got back upstairs, she handed me the other tooth (right center, bottom)! Apparently it was very loose - she was able to get it almost completely perpendicular, and used one of Oliver's hardcover books to knock it out. When asked why she used his book - "I didn't want to get germs on one of mine". The stinker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2685130739578864490?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2685130739578864490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2685130739578864490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2685130739578864490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2685130739578864490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/06/toothy-mctootherson.html' title='Toothy McTootherson'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1225382007004084114</id><published>2010-05-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T06:59:59.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Grammar Patrol FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conversation in the car last night - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie said "I seened _____" - we couldn't figure out what she was saying she "seened".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mitz - "Natalie, I never SAW it before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie - "Me neither!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1225382007004084114?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1225382007004084114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1225382007004084114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1225382007004084114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1225382007004084114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/05/grammar-patrol-fail.html' title='Grammar Patrol FAIL'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3571379554056928407</id><published>2010-05-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:14:45.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie finally started karate tonight! She's been dying to learn for a couple of years now, but I've had a hell of a time finding a place. Her school sent home a flier for Young Champions of America - and karate was one of the offerings. She did two classes (2 hours!) back-to-back tonight, and had a blast! The classes started last week, but she was sick with a stomach bug and couldn't attend, hence the make-up. The kids get an award for perfect attendance, and perfect attendance is required for belt testing at the end of the 10 week session. Her instructor said she did really well. She even won a contest in class, and brought home a ribbon! She was so proud of herself, and loved showing me what she learned tonight. Next week we're going to get her a uniform (wanted to wait to see if she liked it before buying one - the classes are paid on a weekly basis, so we could cancel if we wanted to), and she can't wait for that! They are teaching Stranger Danger and techniques for handling those situations as well, which I really like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3571379554056928407?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3571379554056928407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3571379554056928407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3571379554056928407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3571379554056928407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/05/karate-kid.html' title='The Karate Kid'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-616654519726989996</id><published>2010-05-09T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:56:35.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there - especially Mitz, Grandma, Elizabeth and Sara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My MD started off with a bang. I got out of the shower, to find Natalie standing there, swinging a bucket of vomit. "I threwed up Mommy". So I did what any stellar mother would do, I recoiled in horror, and directed her to take it down to Daddy. :-P Poor kid threw up most of the morning, but appears to be on the mend now. We've had a lot of fun with the whole "Natalie gave me a bucket of vomit for MD", but she doesn't find it nearly as amusing - "I did NOT get you throw-up for Mother's Day, Mommy". I tried explaining to her that it was just the timing that made the whole thing classic, and everyone knows that she didn't really get me vomit, but she's too young to understand. But some day, she'll likely have a similar experience, and we can dredge up this memory and cackle away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a nice day though. Went to church, went grocery shopping. Stopped by Mitz's house to give her some flowers (she and Pops decided against coming over for dinner, given the diseased status of our house). Jon cooked an awesome dinner - bacon wrapped scallops with a maple/orange glaze, and a cream/dijon/maple sauce for dipping. And he made me Tollhouse cookies, but in a jellyroll pan (per my request) for dessert. Natalie made me a lovely card at school, and colored a picture for me at home, Jon and the kids gave me some clothes (gee, how DID they know just what to get and even the right sizes to boot?! &lt;evil&gt;). Natalie insisted on putting a candle in my slice of cookie bar, and Oliver started trying to sing "Happy Birthday" - it was the funniest/cutest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My kids rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-616654519726989996?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/616654519726989996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=616654519726989996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/616654519726989996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/616654519726989996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3544473647784809687</id><published>2010-05-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:46:36.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>2 year stats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver had his two year well-visit several weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height - 38.5 inches - off the charts&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 34.6 pounds - 97th percentile&lt;br /&gt;Head - 21.5 inches - off the charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a big boy now! He continues to crack us up - he is constantly goofing around, making us laugh, has the funniest expressions! He's been on a climbing kick lately, and appears determined to turn my hair completely white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also Mr. Helper lately. He likes to find things around the house that each person uses, then hand it to them with a "here", but the way he says it almost rhymes with "fur". It's pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also learned to say "excuse me" after he burps (and of course after I applaud for him with a "good one") - it's the cutest thing - he'll burp then chirp out a really cheerful "excuse me". Natalie actually taught him that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3544473647784809687?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3544473647784809687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3544473647784809687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3544473647784809687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3544473647784809687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-year-stats.html' title='2 year stats!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8986984324992222288</id><published>2010-04-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:05:11.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Oliver!</title><content type='html'>2 already - it just doesn't seem possible... So happy, happy birthday my sweet, funny little imp of a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8986984324992222288?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8986984324992222288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8986984324992222288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8986984324992222288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8986984324992222288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-oliver.html' title='Happy Birthday, Oliver!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1722990937282803570</id><published>2010-04-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:52:19.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a nice weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we took the kids, and Natalie's best friend and her older sister to a local farm that was having an Easter egg hunt.  I took Natalie to that farm for Halloween/pumpkins and we had a wonderful time, so I thought we would all be in for a really good time. Stood in line for an hour and a half. Got up to the register to check-in, and was told that there wasn't any candy left, so they were discounting admission, and the kids could still hunt for eggs. I asked the cashier (the poor girl. I was not amused by that point, and it was obvious) what was the point of hunting for eggs if the kids weren't going to get a prize? She repeated "They can still hunt for eggs". To which I replied "That isn't going to be much fun either, considering we were in line right next to the area where the egg hunt is being held, and I see that you all just dumped the eggs in a pile in the center of the area - there is no 'hunt'". So she said something about being able to go on the hay ride, get faces painted, see the animals. So, OK, we went in. Do the math. We stood in line, an enormous line, for an hour and a half. One face-painting booth. One hayride. One bounce house. Care to guess how long the lines were for those? So no, we weren't able to do any of that. There were a few animals out to look at, and I mean a few. The girls were thirsty, so I took the kids, and Jon stood in line for water. All those people. One concession stand, two people working it. He stood in line for 20 minutes, progressed about 5 feet, maybe. At that point we said "eff it" and left. Very disappointing. But, we went back to the house, got pizza. O napped, Natalie and Trinity played together all afternoon, and her sister went with me while I ran some errands and grocery shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, after dinner, we got out eggs and dye. The kids had a blast dyeing the eggs - this was Oliver's first time. Although the PAAS kit came with stickers. Oliver put some on his eggs, then noticed that some of the stickers were of balls. He stuck a basketball sticker on his egg, yelled "BALL" and launched the egg across the table, aiming for and missing the egg carton, as opposed to reaching over and placing it in the carton. We were dying. Too funny. I had him do it again, and got it on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter itself was wonderful! The kids loved their loot from the EB. They got all sugared up, then we went to church. Oliver wouldn't eat breakfast, as he filled up on candy. After mass, they hunted eggs with the kids at church. Then we went to the hall for coffee hour/cake. Oliver threw up chocolate. So gross. Poor kid. But he rallied and tried to go for more chocolate, but we put the kibosh on that. Went home to grab some comfy clothes and my Easter dinner (I hate ham, so I bring my own dinner to my mom's on Easter lol), got some lunch in the kids. Then we went to Mitz and Pops. More Easter baskets, and the kids had an egg hunt at M&amp;amp;P's - they had a great time! Oliver kept dumping his basket all over the floor. As soon as we'd clean it up, he'd dump it again. Had dinner, hung out for a while, both kids passed out in the car on the way home. They were asleep before we hit the freeway - and my mom lives about a mile from the freeway - that's how tired they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1722990937282803570?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1722990937282803570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1722990937282803570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1722990937282803570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1722990937282803570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1877815325591386914</id><published>2010-04-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:39:58.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated First Birthday, Maggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our fabulous niece Maggie turned 1 last week! And I missed posting about it. So Happy Belated Birthday, Miss M! We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1877815325591386914?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1877815325591386914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1877815325591386914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1877815325591386914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1877815325591386914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-belated-first-birthday-maggie.html' title='Happy Belated First Birthday, Maggie!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-555659695045242144</id><published>2010-03-28T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:16:42.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fly away home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have me on FB, you already know this... About a month ago, we sent away for caterpillar larvae for Natalie's butterfly garden (Christmas gift from Oliver). All five grew (3 are guaranteed) and formed chrysalides, and all five hatched! I let Natalie's teacher know what we were doing, and even though they covered butterflies in class months ago, she finds value in letting the kids see the actual process. So, I brought the larvae to class just before they formed their chrysalides, so all the kids could see them. Once they formed their chrysalides, they could not be moved, so I took a picture and sent it in with Natalie - her teacher hung it on their board. Naturally, they all started hatching at the start of Spring Break - which had me anxious - they are only supposed to live 7-10 days after they hatch. Somehow, even the oldest one (which was 12 days old at the time of release) made it until school resumed. So, Natalie's teacher had me come in with the butterflies. Natalie and I worked on a poster about "Painted Lady Butterfly Facts", which we presented to the class. Then Natalie got to show everyone her butterflies. After that, we headed to a little park just beyond the school to release them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie was very upset when it came time to release them - she didn't want to let go. Her classmates were just wonderful with her. Many of them hugged her, or would rub her arm and assure her that she was doing the right thing by letting them go. And her little friend Kevin grabbed a tissue and was wiping away her tears. Letting them go was really cool. Her teacher found a spot with lots of clover, which they love to eat, and one-by-one, they all flew away. What was really neat was, the butterflies got visibly excited and active once we hit the outdoors - like they knew this was where they truly belonged. The last one to go kind of hung out for a bit - I suspect that was the oldest one. It finally flew off into a patch of clover, ate for a bit, then came back, flew right into Natalie's face, and brushed her nose. I told her that was a butterfly kiss, to thank her for taking such good care of them. That really lifted her spirits! Then, I shit you not, that same butterfly came back to me and Natalie two more times, circled us each time, then finally flew off. Natalie's teacher had everyone sing "Skinamarinkadink" or whatever that song is, to send them off - she leads the class in that song at dismissal each day. It was really lovely - Mrs. A didn't rush everyone back - we got to take our time and watch the butterflies go. She was very thoughtful with Natalie too - she said if we didn't want to release, that was just fine. But, I told her it would be way worse if Natalie discovered one dead in the habitat one day, and Mrs. A agreed - but wanted to make sure we knew it was up to us. She's a wonderful teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back in, and the kids all got to do a butterfly craft - even Oliver was included! Both the teacher and aide always go out of there way to include him, so he screws around less when he's in the classroom now. He'll go right to a desk and sit down and wait for an activity. It's really sweet! Then we all had butterfly shaped cookies (dipped in chocolate - yum - found them at Fry's)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-555659695045242144?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/555659695045242144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=555659695045242144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/555659695045242144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/555659695045242144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-away-home.html' title='Fly away home'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1311055464146194643</id><published>2010-03-28T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:05:56.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Student of the Month, and report card</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie was chosen to be one of the Students of the Month at her school for March! Tomorrow is her award ceremony - the kids get called up on stage and are presented with a chain/necklace, a certificate and they get to shake the principal's hand! We are so proud of Natalie! Can't wait to see her up on stage tomorrow! On the nomination form, her teacher wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Natalie is a good student and a good friend. She always helps others and is kind to others".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received her third quarter report card last week. She continues to make progress! She's evenly split between being at level, and proficient, so we're quite pleased. Her teacher writes that she is a pleasure to have in class, and continues to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1311055464146194643?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1311055464146194643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1311055464146194643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1311055464146194643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1311055464146194643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/student-of-month-and-report-card.html' title='Student of the Month, and report card'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3053756689840261762</id><published>2010-03-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:02:19.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over a week late, but who's counting? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great week, but busy, busy, busy! I'll just break it down by day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - took the kids to the zoo. Had a great time! We fed the giraffes, looked at some animals, then the kids played on a huge treehouse structure they have there. Rode the carousel and went home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Natalie had her yearly allergy appointment. Nuts and tree nuts still an issue - it took over ten days for her skin to heal where the peanut and walnut oils were applied. She is also highly allergic to basically the entire AZ outdoors. 7 weeds, 8 trees, 2 grasses (Bermuda mix and Rye), cats and dogs. She has mild, developing asthma, which we can treat with nebulized Albuterol on an as/if needed basis, and Singulair daily (mainly for the allergy symptoms - her asthma presents as allergic response) - so far no daily asthma meds or rescue inhalers are required.  She is at high risk for developing severe asthma, and sometime within the next year or so will be required to start an allergy shot regimen - a shot once or twice a week for 3 months, then a shot a month for 3-5 years - this will greatly reduce the risk of her developing severe asthma. I'm starting to talk it up now, because she is very shot phobic, but we are going to have to do this, because the risks otherwise are too great. Her friend Trinity came over and played the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (St. Patrick's Day) - took the kids to get Easter and Oliver's birthday pictures. That went shockingly well - especially since Jon was OOT and I had to go solo with them. Then her friend Kevin from school came over to play - very sweet boy! Later that night, we had breakfast for dinner - green eggs for the kids (blech) was on the menu. So foul, but Natalie loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - headed for the mountains in the afternoon! It was close to 80 in Mesa, but in Overgaard, there was still quite a bit of snow on the ground! Just got settled in that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - took the kids out for a bit in the morning, but it was 40 and raining off and on, so we didn't last too long outside. Ran a couple of errands, went back to the condo, had lunch. Once Oliver went down for his nap, Natalie and I went to a local tea place in town and had afternoon tea. Tea and an English muffin for me, tea and 3 enormous pancakes for Natalie. I am not a fan of pancakes at all, but these were amazing. Big, thick, fluffy and slightly sweet. They smelled kind of like cakes. Had dinner at the condo. Then the kids and I locked ourselves in one of the bedrooms, and I colored all over them with washable marker, (including "Hi Daddy" on Oliver's butt, lol) - and of course the kids got in on the action too! Oliver was so funny - he was so serious about coloring on himself. The look on Jon's face when we came out was priceless. The bathwater was unreal. Mad props to Crayola though - their washable markers come right off, with a minimum of scrubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Jon took the kids out to play while I got ready. Another cold morning, but clear. Then we all putzed around a bit - went to a local food store in town and ugh - they had hotdogs that expired in January. Came back, had lunch. Got Oliver down, then Natalie and I went over to the hot tub for a bit. After we got changed, she and I went to the coffee shop on the property and got hot chocolate for her, a Mexican (real sugar!) Coke for me, and a huge cinnamon bun. Went back to the condo to share with Jon and Oliver, but they had taken off somewhere. I intended to just eat a bite of bun and save the rest for Oliver, but it was too good. Little man had no idea what he missed. Walked around a bit, found the guys, visited some of the shop owners on the property - we've gotten to know several of them really well! Had dinner. Drew on the kids again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - left for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3053756689840261762?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3053756689840261762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3053756689840261762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3053756689840261762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3053756689840261762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-721896699400520919</id><published>2010-03-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:31:26.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a nice day! The kids had Easter and Oliver's birthday pictures taken today. Picked up some Irish Soda Bread from Wildflower Bread Co. (sucked, BTW. That is NOT soda bread). Natalie had one of her friends from school come over to play in the afternoon. Then I made the kids dark green eggs (blech. I had mine without dye), bacon and cinnamon rolls for dinner. Healthy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Here are the little leprechauns! Had to include a shot of the back of O's shirt - it makes me giggle every time I see it. He loved it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G566MJSEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9AMkZjkFZA/s1600-h/stpn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G566MJSEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9AMkZjkFZA/s320/stpn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449841445798758466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G6IL4WKXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OnE-0xhDqIU/s1600-h/stpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G6IL4WKXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OnE-0xhDqIU/s320/stpo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449841673885854066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G6W_IdJtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GvuuopRnYlc/s1600-h/stpob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G6W_IdJtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GvuuopRnYlc/s320/stpob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449841928161797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-721896699400520919?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/721896699400520919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=721896699400520919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/721896699400520919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/721896699400520919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/S6G566MJSEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9AMkZjkFZA/s72-c/stpn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-468524983339267859</id><published>2010-03-17T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:24:48.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Kid sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie has declared one day last week "Loving Brother Day. Hugs and kisses and kissing hands for little brother day".  Kissing hands are part of her good-bye and good-night rituals - you kiss the other person's palms, who then presses their palms to their face to save kisses for later. It's from The Kissing Hand book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made Oliver a card, all by herself, that says "I love you Oliver, love, Natalie" and dug through all of her stickers, and decorated it with stickers that she knows he likes best, as well as drawings of him and her. And we had to have brownies and ice cream for dessert to celebrate Loving Brother Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day she got out really early - end of third quarter - so Oliver was awake when she got off the bus. As soon as the bus doors opened, he started shouting "Na na Na na", and she barreled off the bus, scooped him up, big hugs, kisses, spun him around, then introduced him to the kids who ride the bus in the afternoon - some of them only ride in the PM, so they don't see Oliver in the mornings at drop-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oliver has started demanding hugs. He throws his arms wide, big grin, yells "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG" and waits for his hug. When Jon's gone, I give them story time together - when she leaves his room to wait for me to get her in bed (he goes first), he does the HUUUUUUUUUUUUG routine I don't know how many times in a row. Both of them laughing like loons. As soon as she gets to the door, he calls her back for a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-468524983339267859?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/468524983339267859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=468524983339267859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/468524983339267859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/468524983339267859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/kid-sweetness.html' title='Kid sweetness'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4408827806841224129</id><published>2010-03-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:29:37.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MITZ!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This past Saturday, 6 weeks of planning came to a head as we threw a surprise party to celebrate the 31st anniversary of Mitz's 29th birthday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to pull off a complete surprise party - she had no idea! It probably helped that I woke up with a raging sinus infection the morning of - so bad all I could do was cry - no way did she think a party was in the works with me being in that shape. As a matter of fact, once she walked in the house she asked me if I was really sick - I assured her I was, and that she was to remember that when making out her will. :-P All kidding aside, it really was a lovely party. So many people came to celebrate my wonderful mother's birthday - some people we haven't seen in a long time! My brother and SIL were even able to attend - they flew in from Baltimore the Thursday before - kept them hidden from Mom until the party. I haven't lied to mother this much since I was a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people helped pull this off - we couldn't have done it without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops was my partner in crime - he did everything he could to keep her off the scent and get her out of their house and over to mine. He also pretty much let me run with whatever ideas I had, and was so supportive through the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon did a phenomenal job decorating the house for the party - he was up past midnight the night before. And of course the usual child-wrangling to free up my time for party prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim's cousin Joan came over early the day of the party to help with last-minute details/wrangle the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL Christy did a lot of food prep and cleaning the day/night before. She and Rich also drove me to the Minute Clinic the day of (my doctor's office was of course closed on Saturday) and wrangled the kids in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie came over early to help prep/occupy the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Amy was involved from the start - helping me with the guestlist, as well as distributing invitations to people at Safeway (she works at Safeway too). She also took Mom to tea at the Ritz to get her out of the house, then we had an elaborate ruse to get her over to mine - which we pulled off! And of course helping with details leading up to and during the party. She even got treated to bitching from Mom and me (separately, but I guess now she knows just how far this apple didn't fall from its tree!) about tea times. Long story. Poor Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Sylvia was also involved from the start. Guestlist, details, chasing down RSVPs... The night before the party she came by to drop off dishes she was lending me for the party, and to pick up some of the food that I made ahead because I didn't have enough room in my fridge. She has a hellacious commute, long day, and still was willing to stop by on her way home to help out. She was supposed to come earlyish on Saturday to help, but once she found out how out of commission I was, she came by even earlier and took on some extra tasks. I didn't find out until later that she wasn't feeling well herself. And during the party she was all over getting the food out and ready, making sure the guestbook was signed (Jamie did that too - thanks guys - that made such a nice keepsake for Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of ours, Alison, came up from Tucson and spent the night so she wouldn't have to drive. Once everyone left, she got right to work helping get the house back to rights - which was completely unnecessary, but so much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our friend Cindy helped keep the food flowing, and with getting dinner heated up and placed on the table, as well as hanging out with Oliver - they are wrapped around each other's little fingers. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! Missed a thank you! Aunt Lois put together a bunch of favors when she and Uncle Don visited the weekend before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good time was had by all - I know I had a great time! Couldn't have been more pleased! Oliver was in his element. At one point, he pulled up a DR chair and parked himself by the chips and pretzels. Then he decided the salsa needed some doctoring - so he threw a bunch of cherry tomatoes in it. And held court at the kitchen island and breakfast table - just cracking himself and everyone else up. Natalie had a blast playing with her cousins, running around with balloons. She asked me if she could have a rockstar soda - meaning a can of Pepsi (super sale, I still love you more, Coke). I said "why not". So she caught Jon's eye, lifted the can, and nodded at him with a shit-eating grin. LOL Jamie caught Oliver as he pulled up a chair to the kitchen counter, stuck his fingers in the cake, licked them while saying "mmmmmmmmmmmmm". Stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mitz! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped pull this together, and who was there to help celebrate a special birthday for a very special lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4408827806841224129?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4408827806841224129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4408827806841224129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4408827806841224129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4408827806841224129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-mitz.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MITZ!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1276118075705870908</id><published>2010-03-08T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:46:55.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Aunt Lois and Uncle Don</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came to visit us last week! It was so good to see them - and the kids just adored their time with them. Lois and Don bring a lot of love and laughter with them wherever they go, and we always thoroughly enjoy their company. Oliver was immediately Uncle Don's #1 fan/mini stalker, and Natalie attached herself to Aunt Lois. They arrived last Friday, left Monday morning for Sedona, then came back Tuesday to spend one more night before they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was pretty low-key - had dinner then watched the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men hung out on Saturday, while the ladies went shopping and had lunch. It was such a nice day out - Natalie had a great time shopping with us at San Tan, and playing in the children's area there. After Lois and Don went to Mass Saturday afternoon, we all went out to dinner. Came back, got the kids to bed, then Olympics again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Lois and Don went to church with us. Did my usual grocery shop, and Jon made an excellent dinner (almost as good as the dinner I made on Friday. :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got back on Tuesday, Lois and Don watched the kids so I could attend a PTO meeting at Natalie's school (thank you guys! You had a long day!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said good-bye on Wednesday - we were sad to see them go! Natalie is anxious to see them again - I'm sure Oliver is too, but he can't quite express that yet. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way behind on pictures. Will work on them this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1276118075705870908?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1276118075705870908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1276118075705870908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1276118075705870908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1276118075705870908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-lois-and-uncle-don.html' title='Aunt Lois and Uncle Don'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5745032407720288096</id><published>2010-03-08T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:36:14.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Mr. Fix-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This happened a couple of weeks ago -it's been crazy around here and I haven't had time to sit down and blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my brother on the phone one afternoon,  when I heard Natalie start yelling. Oliver took one of their wooden chairs flipped it over, and had one leg removed, and the middle support pieces dismantled as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not two hours later, I ran upstairs to start their bath (takes forever for the water to heat up thanks to the water heater being on the opposite end of the house, and on the lower level to boot), and I heard her yelling again. I was gone maybe two minutes? Ran downstairs to find Oliver sitting in my desk chair, which had been flipped over on its back. He was riding it like a rocket ship. And had reached under, and by HAND, completely unscrewed and removed one of the bolts that attach the wheeled legs to the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinker! I guess he got a good dose of the engineer gene from Jon's dad and my maternal grandfather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5745032407720288096?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5745032407720288096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5745032407720288096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5745032407720288096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5745032407720288096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-fix-it.html' title='Mr. Fix-it'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3148873934250849455</id><published>2010-02-20T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:49:06.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've switched to using my laptop all the time, and Natalie has been given my old pc and desk. We have the pc locked way down (and her desk is next to mine, so she's always surpervised) - she mainly uses a kid's art program, then she has three bookmarks to PBSkids, Nickjr, and Kidsplanet.org. Somehow she wound up on Norton's anti-virus site right now - and it has product information with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Mommy, that 'S' with a line means it costs money. It's a $1.99".&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, it's $49.99"&lt;br /&gt;"$49.99? I think I'm going to get some change. Do you think I'm going to get some change?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but it made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3148873934250849455?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3148873934250849455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3148873934250849455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3148873934250849455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3148873934250849455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/02/computers.html' title='Computers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3094657048403117557</id><published>2010-02-17T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:10:21.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Sweet sis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both kids are pretty sick this week, so they were both at the doctor's office yesterday. They needed to take pulse ox on both, tried Oliver first, who was having none of it. So Natalie went first. The nurse had to wind up getting the thing that wraps around the finger (instead of the clamp thing), and even then, had to put it on his big toe. He was fussing during the whole thing, and Natalie just came over and started rubbing his shoulder, telling him "It's OK, Oliver. Na-na's here. I just did that and it didn't hurt. You'll be fine!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing during his breathing treatment both at the doctor's office, and today when he decided he was finished with breathing treatments (too bad he has about 30 more to go!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart all melty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3094657048403117557?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3094657048403117557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3094657048403117557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3094657048403117557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3094657048403117557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sis.html' title='Sweet sis...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8643097097737477561</id><published>2010-02-05T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:45:38.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Frugality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to a grocery store with the kids yesterday (Natalie was out sick from school, but OK to go to the store for a quick trip). Saved 68% overall (yes, I was cherrypicking sales). The cashier exclaimed "OMG. You just saved over $40". Natalie piped up "That's because my mommy rocks the grocery store".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been listening when I crow about savings after my regular weekly trips! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8643097097737477561?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8643097097737477561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8643097097737477561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8643097097737477561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8643097097737477561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/02/frugality.html' title='Frugality'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8287287548872553055</id><published>2010-01-29T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:40:35.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>New clean-up song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie has a bright future as a songwriter! She treated us to her newest ditty this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy said to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;So I threw everything out the window&lt;br /&gt;So I threw everything out the window&lt;br /&gt;So I threw everything out the WINDOOOOOOOOOOOOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8287287548872553055?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8287287548872553055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8287287548872553055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8287287548872553055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8287287548872553055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-clean-up-song.html' title='New clean-up song'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1964125732394400087</id><published>2010-01-28T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:52:23.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Forgot two funnies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Overgaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie loves refried beans, so I sang the "beans beans the magical fruit, they make your hiney go toot, toot, toot" song.  I only sang it once, so she gave it her own twist -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beans beans the magical fruit&lt;br /&gt;they make me stink&lt;br /&gt;and they make me fart&lt;br /&gt;and they make me poop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she opened a barber shop.  The day we were leaving, I was trying to get ready and then load up the car.  The kids were watching a movie, and Natalie had her arts and crafts kit out.  All of a sudden, I heard Jon yelling "That's it, no more scissors".  Apparently she decided to give Oliver's cowlick a trim - and dude just sat there and let her do it.  I walked into the living room, and they were both sitting there with shit-eating grins.  I wasn't pleased, but I couldn't help but laugh (I have no poker face, and it's already biting me in the ass).  I couldn't figure out where she had cut at first (which is a good thing!), so I asked her to show me.  She kind of circled her hand over the top of his head, then said "Don't worry. He still has a lot more".  And when asked why she did that?  "I was trying to make him more handsome". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1964125732394400087?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1964125732394400087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1964125732394400087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1964125732394400087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1964125732394400087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgot-two-funnies.html' title='Forgot two funnies...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8043215645557001098</id><published>2010-01-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:41:23.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Overgaard - MLK weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon and I took the kids to the mountains over MLK weekend - hoping to run into some snow. It was definitely cold! Natalie was so cute on the way up - searching for snow on the side of the road. And the property had older snow on the ground - not 2 minutes after we arrived, Oliver let out a "woooo hoooo" and did a bellyflop in the snow - the first of many. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got settled in that night (Friday), and had dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant in Heber/Overgaard - Casa Ramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we got up earlyish and drove to Flagstaff, so we could see Jamie and play in some snow. Had a great time! Oliver learned how to say Jamie - and stalked poor Jamie the whole day. At one point we were following her car, and Oliver spent the entire time pointing to her car and moaning "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay".  Jamie took us to a field on the NAU campus (where she goes to school), and the four of us had a blast (Jon wielded the camera, since he was recovering from surgery on his deviated septum)! There was a hill that was just the right size for sledding. Just before we got into town, I pointed out the large mountain to Natalie (where the ski/snowboarding is) and told her that was the hill we'd be sledding on, and she said "COOL". Several minutes later, I heard her whimpering in the back. I asked her what was wrong - she said "I'm too scared to go down that hill". I thought she knew I was joking! I told her don't worry. It would probably take me two weeks to get up that mountain, and we had to be home in three days. :-) Got back to the condo, made dinner and had a quiet evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we just stayed around the property. Took the kids to a local park. While Oliver napped, Natalie and I went to the front desk/club house to make a birdhouse. Had a nice time! Once Oliver got up, we just walked around the property until we got too cold. Dinner and another quiet evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so good this trip, and so cute too. They really loved the snow! Natalie says she loves visiting it, but doesn't want to have to live in it. She's her mother's daughter, that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8043215645557001098?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8043215645557001098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8043215645557001098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8043215645557001098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8043215645557001098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/overgaard-mlk-weekend.html' title='Overgaard - MLK weekend'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4993854408387695924</id><published>2010-01-15T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:32:27.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Crisis averted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt; Last night, as I was getting Natalie ready for bed, she asked "Mommy, do you know what Stinky Pinky is?". I was like "uh um, stinky pinky?" (because I'm pretty sure that's some kind of obscene term and I was trying to buy some time). I sat there and scrambled for some kind of explanation for a couple of seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, Mommy. SNEAKY PEEKY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sneaky peeky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Sneaky Peeky. You keep your eyes on your paper, and don't let people peek on yours" (they had their first spelling quiz yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these conversations are coming, but I'm just not quite ready! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4993854408387695924?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4993854408387695924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4993854408387695924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4993854408387695924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4993854408387695924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/crisis-averted.html' title='Crisis averted.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-847164668284498121</id><published>2010-01-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:31:30.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>End of 2nd quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had our parent-teacher conference earlier this week! Natalie is continuing to do very well - at level in everything, proficient in several! Her teacher says she is a good, solid student. She recently paired a new student with Natalie because apparently Natalie is a little mommy in class, and likes to take people under her wing and show them the ropes. Still needs some confidence building - she has a strong need for perfection and if she isn't sure of an answer, she won't try; she clams up. We're working on that, but I know from personal experience that's a tough trait to reverse. Mrs. A also told us that Natalie mumbles a lot during class, and she oftens stops to listen because Natalie will be mumbling really funny, little adult asides.  And the kids get to take turns being teacher - they stand at the blackboard and review letters and sounds. Mrs. A told me that last week, Natalie was relishing her turn, and kept calling out students who weren't giving her their full attention. That's my girl! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-847164668284498121?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/847164668284498121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=847164668284498121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/847164668284498121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/847164668284498121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-2nd-quarter.html' title='End of 2nd quarter'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7460444655622776471</id><published>2010-01-12T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:44:59.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>It's potty time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, probably not for real, but this was still pretty cool! Oliver peed in the toilet tonight! Twice! Natalie was so excited, she said "He's a big boy now! Like a 5 year old! Like me!" and gave him one of her Matchbox cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing up..... Last week, for the first time in months, Oliver peed while I was taking his diaper off before his bath. Jon was gone all week, so I was distracted and didn't give it much thought. Sunday night, I was taking his diaper off before his bath, and he peed again. Like last week, it was just a few drops. I tossed a wipe over him, went back to cleaning him up (poopy diaper). Then he peed two more times - every time I took the wipe off - and I noticed that he was bearing down to force it out, and laughing like a little maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if this was intentional mischievous behavior, or a "hey cool! look what I can do" connection being made, or some combination of the two. I asked some friends if they had ever encountered a similar situation (Google gave me nothing) and they suggested putting him on the toilet when he does that - not so much to potty train - but at least to show him that pee belongs in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, same routine, except I put him on the toilet and told him to pee. He looked at me like I had two heads, then pointed to the tub. I backed off. Tonight, again, same routine, except this time when I put him on the toilet and told him "Go pee. Pee-pee belongs in the toilet", he looked at me for a second, then grinned (I swear I saw a lightbulb go off in his head), bore down and got some pee out! We all made a fuss over him, then after his bath, he indicated he wanted to try again, so on the toilet he went, and he peed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under no delusion that he'll be potty trained any time soon, but it's a step in the right direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7460444655622776471?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7460444655622776471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7460444655622776471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7460444655622776471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7460444655622776471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-potty-time.html' title='It&apos;s potty time!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-237662887604537233</id><published>2010-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:36:42.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Stringing words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver has started stringing words together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he said "'nack chips!" - meaning he wanted chips for a snack. Prior to that he would just say "nack" if he wanted a snack and then he'd point to what he wanted, or he'd just say "chips". And no, he doesn't snack on chips all day! He can see the bag in the pantry and always tries to get us to hand some over. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I took the kid to see Mitz and Pops - had them out to get new shoes and wasn't far from M&amp;amp;P. As soon as we turned on their street (he actually recognizes the far end of their development where we turn in, and even as we get off the freeway he knows we are going to their place), Oliver got all excited and said "Mitz (I can't phonetically recreate how he says "Mitz") door, knock"! And he did a little knocking motion - so cute! He's also been knocking on doors lately - like Natalie's - don't know why, but it cracks me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-237662887604537233?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/237662887604537233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=237662887604537233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/237662887604537233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/237662887604537233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/stringing-words.html' title='Stringing words'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-721750514437404700</id><published>2010-01-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:12:02.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Grandma's visit! And Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma arrived last Saturday! After a frustrating day at the airport, she finally arrived around 11 p.m. Natalie was so excited to wake her up Sunday morning! We had such a nice time with her this week, and glad that she was able to have a longer visit this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church, then got Oliver down for a nap, and Natalie, Grandma and I spent the afternoon shopping.  Introduced Grandma to Cuban sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I dropped Natalie and Grandma off at As You Wish - a local pottery painting place. Natalie made Grandma a snowman ornament, and Grandma made Natalie a penguin statue. I left them there, and took Oliver to meet Mitz at Home Goods. Bought a few things, then we went back to pick up G and N - after Mitz and I chased each other around the parking lot in our cars - don't ask. We all had lunch, then got the kids back for nap/quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Natalie's friend Trinity came over to play for most of the day. Then we had an early dinner, and headed out to Zoo Lights - Aunt Jamie came along with us. This is the first time we went in Phoenix and it was beautiful - really well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Trinity came over again, and we all went to the "big park" - about a mile from the house. Got McDs for lunch, then I left the girls with Carol while I took Oliver to the doctor - raging case of croup again, and he was prescribed steroids for a couple of days.  Then Jon got pizza for the kids and Grandma, and we headed over to Nicholas and Rex's for dinner - had a nice night out - thanks for babysitting, Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Grandma and I took the kids to the zoo during the day. Didn't know it was snow day there - the place was packed - but they had two areas with some snow. Natalie loved it, of course. Oliver, not so much. He's definitely our Arizona native! He thought it was fun until his hands got really cold, then it was all over - big drama. But he kept going back for more, then he'd get cold and upset. The final time, I was so proud of Natalie.... Right after she dumped snow on him (and he found that funny), he played a bit, got cold, got upset, and instead of ignoring him, or calling for me, I watched her take him by the hand, and every so gently led him down the snow hill over to me. It was so sweet to see her caring for her baby brother like that. I got a little choked up. Oh, and we all got to feed giraffes! Grandma and I got slimed a little, but that was OK. The kids loved it - it's such a neat experience.  Got the kids back, nap/quiet time, I started cooking. Mitz and Pops came over for dinner and the evening. We had Chicken Saltimbocca (and mine/Cook's Illustrated was better than Bucca di Beppo's, so there!), &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/06/crash-hot-potatoes/"&gt;crash hot potatoes&lt;/a&gt;, steamed broccoli, and &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/09/tres-leches-cake/"&gt;Tres Leche cake&lt;/a&gt; for dessert. That cake is divine - my first time making and trying it and it's so good it's unreal. Got the kids to bed, and the adults sat around and drank and played poker until well in to the New Year! Mitz brought several lovely appetizers, I made hot crab dip and we had chips and salsa as well. One of the best evenings we've had - lots of laughter, obnoxiousness, some vulgarities, and just a general good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! I'm adding Tday, Christmas and N's birthday pictures now. I need to get the ones from Grandma's visit uploaded and edited - will try to get that done over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-721750514437404700?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/721750514437404700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=721750514437404700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/721750514437404700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/721750514437404700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandmas-visit-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Grandma&apos;s visit! And Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3848837154272004809</id><published>2010-01-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:59:02.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously a little late, but whatever. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas! Our church's Advent pageant was the Sunday before Christmas - Natalie was Mary this year - and had a beautiful costume handmade by Grandma. All the kids did a great job! Natalie brought down the house at one point - she was supposed to climb on the back of large, stuffed horse (supposed to be the donkey that Mary rode to Bethlehem) - she had been been pretty reserved up until that point... All of a sudden, she leapt up in the air, tucked her legs up, and landed square on the back of the horse/donkey - so funny - &lt;a href="http://transfiguration-mesa.org/"&gt;you can see the video here &lt;/a&gt;- just scroll down a bit until you see the video - it is embedded in our church's homepage. Full screen viewing is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a whirlwind of cooking/baking, church at 4, then we went to Mitz and Pops' for dinner. Mitz made a delicious salad and lasagna, and Santa called Natalie (M&amp;amp;P arranged for their neighbor to call and play Santa) - Natalie was wide-eyed. Then Pops took the kids out back to look for Santa's sleigh. Mitz went out front and rang the sleigh bells she hangs on her door every year - I heard Natalie shout "That's Santa! I hear his sleigh bells!". She came running in, Mitz showed her the bells and told her that they must have fallen from Santa's sleigh - Natalie was amazed. Then Mitz and Pops gave the kids a special present - a Polar Express train set - the kids love it! We're going to bring it out every Christmas, but put it away during the year so it doesn't get broken. Once that was opened, Oliver turned around and started ripping the paper off one of Natalie's other presents. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home. Had the kids hang stockings, get the final chocolates out of their Advent calendars. I put O to bed, Jon put Natalie to bed. Jon was out of her room first - usually I'm out of O's before Jon finishes with Natalie. Apparently she told him "I want The Night Before Christmas because it is short. Frosty is short too, that's OK. And I want no screwing around. No drawing on my back, no snuggling, get out so I can go to sleep". LOL We finished wrapping presents, cleaned the house, and got to bed way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was awesome as well. Natalie was up at about 6:20, but waited patiently upstairs until Oliver awoke at 7, and also for Mitz and Pops to arrive at the same time. We opened presents - the kids were so cute. Oliver was just stomping around all over the place with a lollipop. One of his gifts was a plush Dora backpack, with the Map - and he put it on and started singing the Map and Backpack songs. Mitz and Pops stayed for breakfast, then left to meet Jamie and Mike back at their house. They came back around 1:30 with Mike and Jamie. My friend Sylvia and her family joined us again this year, so we had 12 total! Dinner was prime rib, au jus, horseradish cream sauce, Caesar salad, Duchess potatoes, green bean casserole (scratch, not the Campbell's version), rolls. Dessert was Eggnog Bundt cake, and Sylvia brought a Red Velvet cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory that was to.die.for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights from Christmas day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon found Oliver with a fistful of candy in each hand - one had chocolate, the other candy cane. He said O was alternating cramming gobs of candy in his mouth, drooling everywhere - then he looked at Jon, reached in his mouth and pulled out an intact candy cane wrapper. And laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver received a toy dump truck that plays music, says a few things, and moves. He was chasing a couple of Natalie's Zhu Zhu pets around the house with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitz gave Natalie a small thing of hand sanitizer in her stocking. Natalie was running around the house telling me how she was going to have everyone use it before dinner, and "I can't believe Mitz got me hand sanitizer - it was JUST WHAT I WANTED". Who knew?! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, after all the present opening orgy was finished, Natalie asked "Is there more?". LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3848837154272004809?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3848837154272004809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3848837154272004809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3848837154272004809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3848837154272004809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-6905902283134704321</id><published>2009-12-24T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:27:12.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Conversation after Christmas Eve Mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie - "Jesus died on the cross"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "That's right"&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "He died at Easter"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes. And this is Christmas, when we celebrate His birth"&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "He died, but then a couple days later He got all better........ That's pretty cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-6905902283134704321?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/6905902283134704321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=6905902283134704321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6905902283134704321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6905902283134704321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation-after-christmas-eve-mass.html' title='Conversation after Christmas Eve Mass'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5187181049128211810</id><published>2009-12-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:24:19.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Natalie's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Better late than never! Pictures will be out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had her party at a local farm this year - Marley Farms. Wonderful place! Huge facility, so much to do. There is a mini hay maze, playground, petting zoo with goats and sheep - and the animals are SO docile - Oliver can (and did!) go right up to them and hug them. They got to feed animals in the barn - llamas (didn't get spit on this time), pigs, donkeys.  Two bounce houses. A covered area for lunch. And they got pony rides! Natalie was thrilled too - we were expecting it to be a pony ring - nope - they got to get on a pony and actually ride along a trail - she's been dying to do that but is still too young for most trail rides. It is really a neat place, and a great place for a party! Her friend Walker had his there in September - it was so much fun - I booked it when we got home. That's also when a llama spat on me. Grossest thing ever. And I couldn't even drop an F-bomb because there were too many kids around.  Had about 16 kids total - some friends from school, family friends, and friends from Natalie's old pre-school. And of course Mitz, Aunt Jamie, and Uncle Mike (who made her day with his gift. God love him, he tracked down the Zhu Zhu pet she wanted most - the grey one - Numnums. He went through Craigslist to get it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm also operates as a rescue - they even have camels and zebras there! And a zonkey. They took in a pregnant donkey, and when it gave birth, apparently whoever had it originally mated it with a zebra. No shit. Donkey face, zebra-striped legs. Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Natalie's actual birthday we had dinner at home. Tacos (her request) and a giant cupcake cake. Nicholas, Rex, Ray and Mitz came for dinner. Lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5187181049128211810?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5187181049128211810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5187181049128211810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5187181049128211810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5187181049128211810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/natalies-birthday-party.html' title='Natalie&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2572215926425366006</id><published>2009-12-23T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:17:02.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, Mitz and I took Natalie to her first tea! The Ritz-Carlton in Scottsdale holds a Teddy Bear tea each year during the holidays - Mitz and I love to have regular afternoon tea at the Ritz. They hold the Teddy Bear tea in the grand ballroom - the kids have a special menu (PB&amp;amp;J, ham and cheese sandwiches, hot cocoa), adults have a normal afternoon tea (savory sandwiches and lovely little desserts and scones). The ballroom was beautiful - lots of Christmas trees, the entire ceiling was lit up. The man who is in charge of tea there made an appearance and sang some Christmas carols. Once we ate, the kids went to an adjoining area to hear a story read by Mrs. Claus, then they had a puppet show, and a visit from Santa. Natalie was just wide-eyed through all of it. And even had her own cup of tea in addition to cocoa - "Tea is really good... With LOTS of sugar". And Mr. Teddy Bear made the rounds of the room - he got lots of hugs from Natalie! She also used some of her birthday present money to buy herself a special bear to remember the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to give mad props to the Ritz with regards to accommodating Natalie's allergies. I called ahead to let them know - they thanked me, told me we'd have our own table (all parties do - I just wasn't sure since it was in the ballroom) and they'd do what they could to mitigate any risk.  When we checked in, I could see our reservation - they put a huge note on it about the allergy. Then we were barely in our seats when the maitre-d' came over to let us know he was aware of her allergies, explained what the items to be served contained (you'd be surprised at how many restaurant staff do NOT know what the dishes contain). I expected them to just serve the ham and cheese to her. Nope. They made special jelly-only sandwiches in addition to the h&amp;amp;c. And since most of the desserts contained nuts, they brought her a dish of ice cream - and would have made her a sundae if she'd wanted one. They also brought her another dish because her first one melted - it was served just before story time, so she didn't get to finish. And they brought her a plate full of huge, fresh strawberries. They were so kind, and so accommodating, and managed it without making a big production about it either.  Oh and they also sat us at a table near the door - didn't have a lot of tables close to us either, but we weren't in BFE either - just the best place for us in case of any airborne nut dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a little bit of WTF... When I was gone from the table at one point, the maitre-d' mentioned to my mom that there was another nut allergy in the room, but they didn't know until they were seated - they had to strip the table completely and start over. I was flabbergasted. I'm well aware of how serious nut allergies can be, and cannot believe that those parents did not call ahead. The menu for the event was posted on the Ritz's site, so it wasn't as if it were a surprise. Besides the fact that they were playing with fire, that was just so rude to the staff - the event is busy enough without having to scramble to accommodate an allergy at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the icing on the cake? Near the end, a table near us was leaving. The mother made a point of stopping by to tell me how "lovely" Natalie's manners are - and that she was a former teacher so she notices and appreciates well-mannered children. I guess she was near Natalie during the story time/puppet show - some kids were standing up and blocking views, and Natalie was very polite about the whole thing. I was so proud of her! And it made an impression on her as well. I told Jon about it this morning (he got back in the wee hours last night/this morning), and he told me Natalie had already told him all about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes there are pictures. No they won't be up tonight. Soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2572215926425366006?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2572215926425366006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2572215926425366006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2572215926425366006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2572215926425366006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/teddy-bear-tea.html' title='Teddy Bear Tea'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4397966362958607988</id><published>2009-12-18T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:49:40.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you tomorrow - hope you had a wonderful day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4397966362958607988?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4397966362958607988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4397966362958607988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4397966362958607988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4397966362958607988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-pops.html' title='Happy Birthday, Pops'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-6534459426888019221</id><published>2009-12-18T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:31:48.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>5 year stats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie had her 5 year check-up today! And because she started kindergarten early, and needed shots prior to school starting, this was a no-shot visit. We were all relieved. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.5" tall - off the charts&lt;br /&gt;48 pounds - 97th percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-6534459426888019221?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/6534459426888019221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=6534459426888019221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6534459426888019221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6534459426888019221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-year-stats.html' title='5 year stats!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-202247261052934569</id><published>2009-12-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:30:29.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Oliver has a new nickname...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I volunteered in Natalie's classroom today - wound up staying the whole day (they got out at 11:45) - her poor teacher was swamped. Holiday party and all that. On a side note, I can't believe I ever thought I wanted to be a teacher. Anyone who works in a school deserves a medal. I needed a drink and a loooooooooooooong nap afterwards. The kids were good and I had a blast, but God, holiday excitement and 29 kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had Oliver with me because Jon is OOT - N's teacher was fine with that. Most of the day went well - the kids loved him - so much that Mrs. A. would rotate kids assigned to keep an eye on him/keep him happy so I could work a station. Even on the playground, if he was on the equipment, 4 or 5 kids would form a barricade around him so the other K classes didn't trample him. So sweet! Natalie was such a good big sister to him today too - very protective. When we first got there, the kids were watching The Grinch, the desk next to Natalie was empty, so Oliver sat there like a big kid - it was so cute! And he had N's classmates vying to sit next to him at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they got the blocks out. And O got overly excited, tossed a block, and somehow managed to clock two of Natalie's classmates in the head. I wanted to die - he wasn't being mean, just excited, but still... One of them was one of N's friends/neighbors of ours - I know Brooklyn gets picked up, so I just waited with her after school so I could apologize to Lisa (her mom) and let her know if there are any residual issues (hopefully not, she didn't even bruise, TG!) to let me know.  I apologized to the other boy and had Oliver hug him and say "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So several of the other kids started calling Oliver "Evil Baby".  And it stuck. I've been calling him that too (affectionately). One of the kids noticed Oliver needed a diaper change "Hey Mrs. Z.... Evil baby has an evil diaper".  And if you ask Oliver "Are you Evil Baby?" He nods and says "mmm hmmm". LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-202247261052934569?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/202247261052934569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=202247261052934569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/202247261052934569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/202247261052934569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/oliver-has-new-nickname.html' title='Oliver has a new nickname...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7997334122546558734</id><published>2009-12-17T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:47:29.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day late. Ugh. Meant to post yesterday, and got distracted every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7997334122546558734?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7997334122546558734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7997334122546558734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7997334122546558734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7997334122546558734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday, Grandma!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7926317292303388129</id><published>2009-12-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:40:33.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Natalie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our baby is 5 today. 5!!! She's so excited too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon woke her up - "How does it feel to be 4?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mumbled, groaned a bit. Then he said her eyes popped open - "I'm 5 now, right? Look how BIG I am". :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came running down the stairs - "Mommy, I'm 5! I'm 5! I'm 5!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her ice cream for breakfast (hey, it's dairy! And she had fruit and a granola bar too, so call off the CPS dogs. I'll wait here for my Mother of the Year award - damn thing never shows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking cupcakes to her school later on. Then Mitz (maybe Pops, he's working), Nicholas, Rex and Ray are coming for dinner and cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a party at a local farm on Sunday - so much fun - more on that later. Too much crap to do today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime - Happy Happy Happy Birthday, sweet girl - we love you more than you could ever know! You bring us so much love and joy - everyone should have a Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday to Aunt Annie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7926317292303388129?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7926317292303388129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7926317292303388129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7926317292303388129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7926317292303388129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-natalie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Natalie!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4232349781325363871</id><published>2009-12-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:25:46.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realized I didn't post this year's Santa pics here. They are on Facebook, and on our Christmas cards, but I love overkill, AND I still laugh every time I see this. I really need to get on Mitz to scan the one from the late 70's - I'm sitting sweetly like Natalie, and my younger brother Rich is in full-on panic and rage - just like Oliver. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa's face kills me here -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SyT4346blcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sHGv6J7o4Wo/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SyT4346blcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sHGv6J7o4Wo/s320/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414726291060135362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the other one - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SyT5HMZwapI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0XMPqYk4pJo/s1600-h/santa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SyT5HMZwapI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0XMPqYk4pJo/s320/santa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414726553989835410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4232349781325363871?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4232349781325363871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4232349781325363871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4232349781325363871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4232349781325363871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SyT4346blcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sHGv6J7o4Wo/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1047850890571494968</id><published>2009-12-11T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:17:28.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Pass the Excedrin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took the kids to Target yesterday. Because apparently I'm a glutton for punishment, I took them on the usual trip down the toy aisles (OK, I was looking for Zhus Zhus too. I'm the master at sneaking items into or below the cart and paying for them right in front of Natalie, yet she doesn't know what's going on). Oliver spied a baby doll and started yelling "Baybeeeeeeeee" - he over-enunciates "baby" and it's the cutest thing. Natalie handed him the doll. Big mistake. Motion activated. So every time the package got jostled, or Oliver moved, the damn doll would start cooing, or giggling, or crying, or whining. Pretty awful, but it kept him happy. After about ten minutes, Natalie turned to me and said "That toy is ANNOYING. It's giving me a headache" (man, she channels me well). We then conspired to get it away from Oliver with minimal fuss -"I think he really likes it Mommy, you might have to buy it", to which I replied "Do you want to have to listen to that all day, every day?". She looked horrified and said "Let's get it away from him". Took a couple of tries, but we were finally successful. Whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1047850890571494968?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1047850890571494968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1047850890571494968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1047850890571494968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1047850890571494968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/pass-excedrin.html' title='Pass the Excedrin'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-797503434161881948</id><published>2009-12-11T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:49:48.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daddy, I want one of those Zoom-Zoom pets (Zhu Zhu). They run around. You turn on the switch, and they run out of batteries. They are like robots, but very soft".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why that cracked me up this morning, but it did. FWIW, she's getting her wish - I was able to find the starter kit online (got notice it shipped today. Better be for real!), and the price was normal retail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That will get her started, then after Christmas, when the brick and mortar's restock, she can build her little hamster robot family and environment. They really are cute little things. And guaranteed to make us crazy in ten minutes or less! That's what it's all about! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-797503434161881948?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/797503434161881948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=797503434161881948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/797503434161881948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/797503434161881948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishes.html' title='Christmas Wishes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8766156936553384695</id><published>2009-12-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:31:58.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Morning Rituals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every morning when we come back to the house from getting Natalie on the bus, Oliver has his own little ritual that cracks me up. He picks up the paper for me, collects a high five. Then he goes up to our standing, light-up Santa, stoops down, gives Santa a kiss, a hug, then sticks his fingers up Santa's nose and says "neh neh neh neh".  Never fails to crack me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8766156936553384695?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8766156936553384695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8766156936553384695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8766156936553384695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8766156936553384695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-rituals.html' title='Morning Rituals'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2575327301331373647</id><published>2009-12-10T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:29:58.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Now that it's almost Christmas...Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe I forgot that. Still have to get pictures up. Anyway... It was a very nice day! The kids were wound up from the get-go, but we all survived the day. Went to church in the morning, then to Mitz and Pops' for dinner. Aunt Jamie, Uncle Mike and Aunt Joan were there. The food was great, everyone behaved, couldn't ask for more! Oliver loved the whipped cream. :-) Aunt Jamie took the kids to the park to burn off some energy - God love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get my pics up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2575327301331373647?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2575327301331373647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2575327301331373647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2575327301331373647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2575327301331373647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-that-its-almost-christmasthanksgivi.html' title='Now that it&apos;s almost Christmas...Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-2874966827451359536</id><published>2009-11-30T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:42:37.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Party prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie's birthday invitations came today, and she's so excited to pass them out at school tomorrow. As I was snuggling her before bed tonight, we had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I'm going to go in a minute so I can address your invitations"&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "OK. Kevin Y has a lot of boogers in his nose. We're going to have to bring a lot of tissues"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "OK, thanks for telling me"&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "It's really gross. You should see it. I'm just letting you know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as an extra bonus.... Just before I left her room, she asked what Mary's husband's name is. I told her Joseph. She said "Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure Joseph likes to play soccer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-2874966827451359536?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/2874966827451359536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=2874966827451359536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2874966827451359536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/2874966827451359536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-prep.html' title='Party prep'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3298845245188503996</id><published>2009-11-27T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:52:00.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favorite time of year! We're going to start decorating the house today. I finally caved the other day, and bought an artificial tree. That was a really tough decision (and yes, when I called Jon from Walmart to tell him about a tree I found, I was crying), but we just can't keep a live tree alive in AZ. Even waiting until ten days before Christmas, turning off the heat vent near the tree, watering, preservatives, all that, the damn things die. So I sucked it up. Jon is quite happy, but God love him, he isn't gloating. :-) Anyway..... Here's our little piece of holiday magic from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon has the tree out of the box, and is starting to put it up. Natalie's looking for all the blue lights (we like multi lights on our tree), Oliver's in awe, pointing and saying "Tree! Tree!". And I'm hovering, bitching and still a little bitter about our fake tree. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "That looks really scrawny. The display didn't look like that in the store. It was more full. Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;it's going to look OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon - "Yes, it's going to be fine. It isn't even halfway up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I don't know. It's kind of scrawny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon - *less patiently* "It's going to be FINE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I don't know. It looks kind of Charlie Brown to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "It's not BROWN. It's GREEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;" Did you put her up to that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - *indignantly* "NO he DIDN'T. I put MYSELF up to that!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, it's looking better, and he's still not finished. Mitz says I'll adjust and be glad we did it, but I don't know. I am glad we can have a tree up for longer than usual, but this is just really hard for me. Silly, but it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of Natalie-isms... This made me laugh the other day. I bought a new carton of ice cream, and we were having it for dessert. I went to take some recycling out, and as I came back in, I heard some drama. I asked what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - "Daddy won't let me lick the lid!" I let her lick the lid if the ice cream is for family consumption only - wouldn't do it if we were serving to guests - but for us? Eh. She's only a kid once, let her lick the lid - it makes her so happy. Jon isn't thrilled with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Oh for God's sake. Let her lick the lid! She's only a kid once!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie - so earnestly -  "Yeah, Daddy. I'm still learning!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3298845245188503996?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3298845245188503996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3298845245188503996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3298845245188503996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3298845245188503996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3081058711045320901</id><published>2009-11-23T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:54:12.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie wanted to wear one of her new shirts. It's pretty much all white, with a big panda on the front of it. I just told her to be careful with it at school, because it would be hard to bleach; normally I don't sweat dirt on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she gets off the school bus, we're walking up our drive, and she says "Look Mommy, I didn't get my shirt dirty!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she's dragging her sleeve across the back of Jon's filthy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3081058711045320901?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3081058711045320901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3081058711045320901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3081058711045320901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3081058711045320901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3563517949096885473</id><published>2009-11-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:19:02.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Beginning reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie is starting to pick up a lot of sight words. She's also starting to read more and more, and it is so cool to see! She has one favorite book that she reads to us every night - Super Fly Guy. She can read more than 3/4 of it on her own - the rest she has memorized - but when we sense that she isn't actually reading, but relying on memory, we back up and have her actually read the words and sound out what she doesn't know. I love hearing her read - it's just the neatest thing in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, finally got the pictures uploaded. September and October are combined, and I left Halloween in there as opposed to breaking it out. Lazy. And you'll notice in some of the last pictures, Oliver has an enormous pile of candy in front of him. Thank his big sis. Mitz, Jon and I were all talking about something, weren't paying attention, then I happened to notice how quiet the kids were (rarely a good sign). Yep. Natalie had emptied all that candy out in front of him, and Mr. Sweet Tooth was going to town. And she wonders why he idolizes her! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3563517949096885473?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3563517949096885473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3563517949096885473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3563517949096885473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3563517949096885473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-reading.html' title='Beginning reading'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8706171375854853598</id><published>2009-11-16T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:14:42.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Natalie original song -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;it's the greatest time&lt;br /&gt;it's the greatest time.&lt;br /&gt;You get ice cream&lt;br /&gt;and Mommy makes a roast&lt;br /&gt;which stinks up the house*&lt;br /&gt;And Santa will poop in your stocking&lt;br /&gt;if you have bad behavior.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *she's referring to the poorly executed browning of the prime rib last year. AKA the Great Mesa  Smoke-Out-the-House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Not one of my finer parenting moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8706171375854853598?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8706171375854853598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8706171375854853598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8706171375854853598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8706171375854853598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7591359893265273776</id><published>2009-11-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:39:28.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tardy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie just informed us "if you are late to school, you need a tardy pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yes, but Mommy and Daddy work hard to make sure you are always on time for school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie said "Oh man. I want a tardy pass for the first time" - I believe she's referring to that as a "first", as in "first tooth, first day of school, etc..". Then goes on to tell us that "Kevin M gets lots of tardy passes, but not today". There's some logic in there somewhere, I'm sure of it, but damned if I can figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7591359893265273776?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7591359893265273776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7591359893265273776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7591359893265273776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7591359893265273776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/tardy.html' title='Tardy'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5704857839669033615</id><published>2009-11-09T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:25:14.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing like posting about Halloween well into November. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time! Jon, Natalie and I were pirates, Oliver was a parrot. He loved his costume! And we found out that dude has quite the sweet tooth. He didn't meet a piece of candy he didn't like. Poor, deprived child hadn't had much candy prior to Halloween. Uncle Mike came over, and he and I took Natalie, Oliver and Natalie's friend Trinity out trick-or-treating. We met up with Natalie's other friend, Alicia, and her family, and had a great time walking around together. This year was a bit of a letdown, in that so many houses were dark in our neighborhood - last year there was a much more festive vibe. Our block was even deader than it was last year, but Trinity's street, which was the party street last year, was fairly quiet too. The kids got a lot of candy, but I was disappointed at how quiet it was overall. Jon went over to Trinity's house to hang out with her parents and pass out our candy, and it's a good thing. We were the only house on our half of our block that had candy - he would have been sitting out there in the dark with no one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Oliver rode in the wagon for most of it, but towards the end, he got out and would trot up to people's doors with his bucket and hold it out for his candy - he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He tried to double-dip a couple of times, though. Good thing he's cute - no one got mad and he was indulged every time he tried, despite me trying to discourage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to Trinity's house and hung out for a while. Everyone had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5704857839669033615?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5704857839669033615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5704857839669033615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5704857839669033615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5704857839669033615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7078090330254350122</id><published>2009-11-02T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:40:57.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Student of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah, I'll get to Halloween tomorrow. Need to finish uploading pics... Anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie's teacher selects one student each week to be SOTW. The Friday prior to their week, they are sent home with a poster sized piece of paper that they can decorate however they want - pictures, etc. Then the student presents it to the class. There are a bunch of other activities that go along with it too - her teacher's intent is to get the students to really know each other - fosters friendships and a better classroom environment, and she found it discourages bullying when the students know more about each other. Anyway, one of the activities is each student draws a picture, and states something they like about the SOTW. Natalie's packet was sent home today - so cute. Most of the kids said things like "I like Natalie because she talks to me" or "she plays with me". My favorites were these -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like Natalie because she makes me feel better when I'm sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lexi's - "I like Natalie because she likes to play at my house" - Natalie has never been to Lexi's house.  They are good friends though - Lexi is very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best? Joey's. Natalie's "boyfriend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like Natalie because she's cute".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear she swooned when I read that out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7078090330254350122?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7078090330254350122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7078090330254350122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7078090330254350122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7078090330254350122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-of-week.html' title='Student of the Week'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1510768331061405348</id><published>2009-10-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:18:44.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>First singalong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver sang along to a song for the first time tonight - it was so cute! He does motions with me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twinkle Twinkle Little Star&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Itsy Bitsy Spider&lt;/span&gt;, but hasn't really sung anything yet. He's a big fan of Dora the Explorer, but he doesn't sit and watch very much of any show, so I didn't think he took that much in. Well today, when the Map song came on, he got all excited, dragged a little chair up to the TV and sat there and sang "map" along with the song. I got a video of it (love DVR - I was able to rewind the song). I'll try to post that here. 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Turned into a sick visit, so no vacs until this week, but they did take his stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 inches tall - off the charts&lt;br /&gt;31 pounds - 97th percentile&lt;br /&gt;22" head circumference - off the charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the stomach bug that Natalie had early last week. Hers was 24 hours. He's still not back to normal. He hasn't vomited since Friday night, but he's very fussy, not eating or drinking much, and nap/bed times are a nightmare. We're hoping he's turned a corner and tomorrow be better. He perks up during the day, just fatigues easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1856592343121376272?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1856592343121376272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1856592343121376272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1856592343121376272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1856592343121376272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/10/oliver-18-months.html' title='Oliver - 18 months'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-1009475176364960739</id><published>2009-10-25T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:14:16.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>First report card</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie did very well! She's where she should be, and in some areas (math is one of them!!) ahead.  Her teacher says she is shy in class, so she's seated next to two of the outgoing boys in class - Austin and Joey. Apparently that is the coveted spot. That's my girl! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told she makes friends easily, and can seamlessly join a group already in progress. She's trustworthy, kind and nice. Showing some Type A, strong need for perfection, and gets frustrated when things aren't "perfect". We see some of that at home, but not to the extent that it shows up in school, so we're continuing to stress that as long as she gives her best effort, that's what we want - we don't need or expect things to be "perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start to the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-1009475176364960739?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/1009475176364960739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=1009475176364960739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1009475176364960739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/1009475176364960739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-report-card.html' title='First report card'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8085623336098209548</id><published>2009-10-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:15:26.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baltimore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And oops. I didn't realize how long it had been since I updated. I was sick, Natalie was sick, got distracted and there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Natalie's Fall Break, so we went to Baltimore to see my family and friends. We stayed with our friends Lynette, Derek and their son Austin, as usual. Austin will be 12 in a few days (can't believe it!!) and is Natalie's new idol. He has a really neat school set-up in their basement, and he gave Natalie classes every night. He really went all out - researched kindergarten worksheets online for Natalie to complete, gave her homework, a grade, and honestly just in that week, I'm seeing an improvement in her handwriting and also math. He also made a website for his "school". Natalie had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time with my grandfather, Dee-Da. This is the first time he (and actually everyone we saw in Baltimore) met Oliver. We ate steamed crabs (and crab dip and crab cakes, and I got a couple pizza subs) until they came out our ears! Oliver LOVED them! We couldn't get the meat out of the shells fast enough for either kid. We also got to attend the monthly Karaoke Night at Dee-Da's senior apartment complex. He started it, and it has pretty decent attendance each month. He sang 4 or 5 songs, and had a whole table full of fans - our AZ contingent, his nieces Ellen and Eleanor, and great-nephew Jeffrey - they usually go each month. The kids were a hit at his complex too - Natalie even scored a huge ice cream sundae just for hugging the lounge manager at karaoke. :-) Both of them were so friendly, and Natalie really went out of her way to talk to and hug Dee-Da's neighbors - you could tell so many of them are lonely and really enjoyed being around young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Annapolis to visit Great-Gramma Bev and her boyfriend, Tony. We had a lot of fun visiting them, and Beverly was just glowing around the kids.  We had a nice lunch, and then took the kids down to the water - Bev and my late grandfather's house is literally right up the street from the Bay. The kids ran around, played on the playground and just had a blast. Tony's daughter came over to meet us as well - really, really nice woman, which is no surprise because Tony is an absolute sweetheart of a man.   Bev says she's (and maybe Tony)  going to visit next year, and we intend to hold her to it! Natalie loved going to her house and spending time with her. Oliver too, he just can't tell us in so many words. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My godfather/Great-Uncle Bill had a stroke a few weeks ago, and was still in the hospital when we were in town. I wanted him to meet Oliver (he met Natalie a couple of times on past visits), but the hospitals decided to ban visitors under 17 starting that week. Go figure. So I took Dee-Da over there since he hadn't been able to get to see Uncle Bill yet. Uncle Bill was doing remarkably well! Sitting up, able to dress and feed himself, and was speaking really well. He'd kind of lose his train of thought at times, and that was clearly frustrating for him, but really, I was impressed at how well he was doing so soon after a stroke.  He looked great, sounded the same, and was really happy to see us. He and Dee-Da traded stories for a while - some I'd heard before, others I hadn't, and it was a nice way to spend part of the afternoon. Bittersweet for sure, because many of the stories included my grandmother and godmother/Great-Aunt, but really fun to hear too. He was actually moved to a rehab facility the next day (the hospital was pushing to discharge, even though he still needs 24/7 care. Assholes), and hopefully he won't need to stay long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw my other Great-Uncle, Uncle George. He was my paternal grandmother's (Dee-Da's wife) youngest brother. He was always known as the Grouch, but I've always had a big soft spot for him. We went out to lunch, and had a great time. Unfortunately we missed Aunt Betty, but it was great seeing Uncle George. He got a kick out of the kids, and they got away with way more than my cousins and I would have at their age. I jokingly pointed that out, and he laughed. :-) Then he gave his trademark "How would you like a size 11.5 up your behind" and all was right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner at a good, local sports bar/restaurant, Padonia Station. My brother Rich and SIL Christie joined us. I just about got our server to spit in Rich's beer before she served it to him, but she opted against it. After dinner, I really wished she had, because Rich farted on my arm outside the restaurant. I'll get him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see one of my best friends, Colleen, her SO Tim, and their daughter MacKenzie. She's just about 3.5 and an absolute doll. I can't believe she's that old already - one of our past trips back there was to throw Colleen a baby shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are the highlights. If I think of more, I'll edit.  Oh and it was COLD!! Before we left, projected daytime highs were mid-upper 60s, which is tolerable. By Wednesday it was 50, by that afternoon raining. The rest of the week was 45 for the high and rain, rain, rain. I finally had to give in and go to Target to get flannel pj pants and a thermal top. When we got back to Phoenix, it was 104 - quite a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some kid updates... I'll get to those tomorrow. I also need to get September pictures up. Will try to this weekend. I'm going to go ahead and post Baltimore, since I know for sure those are all up and corrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8085623336098209548?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8085623336098209548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8085623336098209548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8085623336098209548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8085623336098209548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/10/baltimore.html' title='Baltimore!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-5263874972027456292</id><published>2009-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:20:32.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Matchmaking, drama and good behavior!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All about Natalie today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchmaking -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, she came up to me with a picture of Will and Maggie, and told me "Mommy, I think Will should marry baby Maggie when he grows up. Isn't that a good idea? We could send them a card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's been telling me that she loves Joey in her class, and is going to marry him, but Joey doesn't know any of this. Then this morning, she told me that Brooke has been chasing Joey at recess. I said "Oh, she must like him!". She said "Brooke's a witch".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Behavior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was the first week her new teacher started her good behavior rewards program. The kids get an index card each week, and every day that they have a good day, they get a stamp. If they get five stamps each week, they get to pick something from the treasure chest! Natalie got her five stamps last week, and got to pick something! She chose a Matchbox police car and loves it! We're so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more.... I had lunch with her last week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of her classmates, Austin (nice kid), sat on her other side. He told me "Natalie likes me A LOT. REALLY A LOT". I laughed and said that's nice. Then he proceeded to poke her and needle her (nicely) throughout the rest of lunch. I was laughing to myself - I think he has who likes who backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-5263874972027456292?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/5263874972027456292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=5263874972027456292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5263874972027456292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/5263874972027456292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/matchmaking-drama-and-good-behavior.html' title='Matchmaking, drama and good behavior!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-7851449387075921995</id><published>2009-09-14T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:36:19.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Writing letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie has been on a writing kick since starting school, so we spend a lot of time spelling out words she would like to write. K's are hard for her, so I usually do a dot outline for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: I'm not very good at some letters&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's OK, no one expects you to be perfect, it takes practice!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Daddy does&lt;br /&gt;Me: He does not&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Yes he does, he won't do the dots for K.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, next time.... (I was going to tell her to ask him to be patient and help her out)&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Just ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-7851449387075921995?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/7851449387075921995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=7851449387075921995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7851449387075921995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/7851449387075921995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/writing-letters.html' title='Writing letters'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-637466557764008891</id><published>2009-09-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:16:43.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Bear hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver gave me his first real hug today, and my heart melted. He's been snuggling in, or will come up to you and let you hug him if you ask, but today he started really hugging. A couple of times he threw both arms around me, squeezed tight and snuggled his sweet head in my neck. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-637466557764008891?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/637466557764008891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=637466557764008891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/637466557764008891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/637466557764008891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/bear-hugs.html' title='Bear hugs'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-830123741354147065</id><published>2009-09-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:36:04.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Dude strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's full of it lately! Just now he ran over to the counter, grabbed my purse off. Dug my keys out and took off. Before I could catch him, he started playing with the Brinks remote and set off the house alarm. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-830123741354147065?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/830123741354147065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=830123741354147065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/830123741354147065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/830123741354147065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/dude-strikes-again.html' title='Dude strikes again'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8968952186090960291</id><published>2009-09-10T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:24:07.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Good lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie and Oliver were playing while I caught up with a few things. All of a sudden, Oliver came up to me with an empty beer bottle (that he fished out of the recycling), stuck it in my face and said "Cheers"! Ay yi yi. I'm glad I make Jon rinse them! "Cheers" is his favorite thing right now. He likes to do multiple "Cheers" at dinner, and he'll also have you do a "Cheers" with food. Silly kid! He also likes to lift up his shirt and poke his bellybutton saying "beep beep", then he goes after mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8968952186090960291?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8968952186090960291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8968952186090960291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8968952186090960291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8968952186090960291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-lord.html' title='Good lord'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-6339275002058011176</id><published>2009-09-10T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:21:35.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Yep. I'm bragging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met Natalie's new (permanent) teacher this afternoon - really like her. Anyway, I knew Natalie is well-behaved at school, but was so proud of what her teacher told me today. She told me that Natalie is wonderful, and very helpful in the classroom, including with the other kids at her table - if they need help with instructions or didn't hear part of them, Natalie will give them a hand. And her behavior chart had a whole bunch of smiley face stickers! I was also told that Natalie is one of the kids her teacher uses as an example of good behavior to the rest of the class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-6339275002058011176?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/6339275002058011176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=6339275002058011176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6339275002058011176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/6339275002058011176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/yep-im-bragging.html' title='Yep. I&apos;m bragging.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8172094354309538621</id><published>2009-09-09T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:30:43.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Mommy, I have my first boyfriend!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - "Yeah. Joey. He's my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "How do you know? Did he say that?"&lt;br /&gt;N - "Noooo. I'm his girlfriend and he's my boyfriend. I like his hair. I like his clothes. I like his voice. He has blue eyes like mine. And he's nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we go...... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8172094354309538621?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8172094354309538621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8172094354309538621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8172094354309538621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8172094354309538621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-i-have-my-first-boyfriend.html' title='&quot;Mommy, I have my first boyfriend!&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-127798994280645321</id><published>2009-09-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:08:30.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Overgaard - Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took the kids to Overgaard for the long weekend to get away from the heat! We had a lot of fun! I was pretty sick, but kept up. Drove up Friday night, didn't do much since we got there at 5. Unpacked, kids to bed, then we ate (the kids ate in the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we walked around in the morning, collected pinecones, went to Natalie's favorite rock shop, then it started raining, so we went in for lunch and a nap for Oliver. Natalie and I went back out and walked around for a while. She made friends with the boy whose family was staying next to us, so she showed off for him while he hung out on their balcony. Once Oliver got up, we went to a nice park nearby and let the kids play. Had dinner, baths, bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jon took Natalie fishing (not so much as a nibble), and Oliver and I just went outside. I let him lead me wherever he wanted to go. He was having so much fun running around and exploring - it's been too hot this summer to go to parks, so this weekend was the most time he's had outside since Spring. He was squealing and laughing, pointing things out, then he'd start running and letting out this funny little happy yell. We met up with Jon and Natalie, had lunch, then Natalie and I hit the pool while Oliver napped. Took the kids for an ice cream cone so we could spoil their dinner. :-) Natalie was also given some really pretty stones from a jeweler who is on the property - she calls him "The Cowboy" - and always in this hushed, awed tone.  Afterwards, the kids played in the hallway between the two units with Natalie's new friend Alex and a couple of his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home Monday. Yikes. Hell of a drive. Should have taken an hour from Overgaard to Payson - took about 3. Had our 2nd worst lunch ever in Payson (the worst was there too), then walked and looked at some shops to kill some time/wait out traffic. It had been raining pretty heavily, and we came across a big, deep puddle. I let the kids go to town in it - they were SOAKED! Jon went to bring the car around, and while he was gone, I got in the puddle with the kids. Oh his face when he drove up. The three of us changed and we were on our way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-127798994280645321?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/127798994280645321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=127798994280645321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/127798994280645321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/127798994280645321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/overgaard-labor-day.html' title='Overgaard - Labor Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-4590451229154210168</id><published>2009-09-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:59:18.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Summer Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went through and manually edited tons of pictures this evening - from July/August.  Once I posted them here, I noticed that all the red-eye correction I did  (which took a couple of hours) is gone. This is the second time Shutterfly has done this. I'm pretty pissed. I'll go back over the next couple of days, fix them AGAIN and repost the link. For now, if you look at the pictures they'll suck because of all the red-eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: They are fixed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-4590451229154210168?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/4590451229154210168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=4590451229154210168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4590451229154210168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/4590451229154210168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-pictures.html' title='Summer Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8476821645321032261</id><published>2009-09-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:37:07.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Instigator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're in the mountains this weekend - Overgaard again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jon was attempting to change Oliver's diaper this morning, and O was having none of it. After he was cleaned, and before the new diaper went on, he started kicking and bucking, laughing his head off. I swear, his little rear got at least several inches off the ground. Natalie noticed the commotion, came over and started chanting "That's it, Oliver! Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the spirit!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Other than that, we're having a nice weekend! You know you're an Arizonan when you go away on a trip and are actually glad to have cooler, cloudy/rainy weather! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8476821645321032261?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8476821645321032261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8476821645321032261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8476821645321032261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8476821645321032261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/09/instigator.html' title='Instigator'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-3618340319651858630</id><published>2009-08-31T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:33:25.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>"I had to get used to him"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie just gave Oliver a picture she drew of them in school today.  He kissed it, so she was in raptures - "Oh, you love it!  Mommy, he loves his picture!".  I said "Of course he does!  He loves his big sister!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave him a big hug and said "You are the best brother EVER!".  I jokingly said "See, he's not so bad".  She said "Yeah, he's not so bad.  I just had to get used to him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - I think I need to take her temperature.  She asked him if he wanted her to share toys, he nodded yes.  I thought she'd bring out some random toys.  Oh no.  She wheeled out her tea cart with her most special stuffed animals and told him to pick out one.  Jon's going to have to come pick me up off the floor.  We'll see how long this lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-3618340319651858630?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/3618340319651858630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=3618340319651858630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3618340319651858630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/3618340319651858630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-to-get-used-to-him.html' title='&quot;I had to get used to him&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493451739103844865.post-8911655880722201073</id><published>2009-08-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:49:30.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is Jon's birthday! Natalie and I made a cake - Hershey's Perfectly Chocolate cake with Perfectly Chocolate frosting - great recipe - it is on the back of the Hershey's powdered cocoa container. Natalie decorated it herself (I frosted it), and Oliver had a great time licking the frosting spoon and beater (N got one too!). His whole face was dark brown - and the wooden spoon was completely soaked from him sucking on it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitz and Pops came over and we had pizza, cake and ice cream. Tomorrow Mitz is going to babysit so we can go out. So it's shaping up to be a fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures. Will try to get them up this weekend. Although I still haven't posted July's, so we'll see. Yeesh. I'm behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493451739103844865-8911655880722201073?l=jzakaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/feeds/8911655880722201073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493451739103844865&amp;postID=8911655880722201073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8911655880722201073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493451739103844865/posts/default/8911655880722201073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzakaras.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-jon.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jon!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17691185449776929909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It3xje_x9BY/SJqI9A-8kaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tt3oDzAhvhY/s1600-R/meandn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
