<?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-8750627825108863088</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:32:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wright's Weekly Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8837237342267474208</id><published>2011-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:53:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankee Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xME7gRMCxLM/TaZeh2oF_JI/AAAAAAAAA18/b_OApwpJvR0/s1600/P1090367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xME7gRMCxLM/TaZeh2oF_JI/AAAAAAAAA18/b_OApwpJvR0/s400/P1090367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595263522746793106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Just 3  blocks south of Yankee Stadium lies a gem of a playground with a historical graffiti mural dedicated to Yankees old-timers.  Thanks to our adventures with cousin Ethan's Flat Stanley, we found this amazing playground. To anyone that knows my father and our history with the Yankees, these pictures will bring tears of joy to his eyes.  Knowing that his grandchildren are being taught correct principles (haha!) and within steps of what we consider the "Mecca" of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TEFfbB2E3c/TaZehvi0fPI/AAAAAAAAA10/L4swTbFr2z8/s1600/P1090363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TEFfbB2E3c/TaZehvi0fPI/AAAAAAAAA10/L4swTbFr2z8/s400/P1090363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595263520845626610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     It was also the first time Brannick took the steps alone without a railing or a hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e12_YAZaWfo/TaZehbm4LaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4oeHmhEWC3o/s1600/P1090362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e12_YAZaWfo/TaZehbm4LaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4oeHmhEWC3o/s400/P1090362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595263515493936546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                In the summertime, where Kajsia is running there is sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3W43ML7w3U/TaZdu7T90VI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Dyd39JLPlk4/s1600/P1090355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3W43ML7w3U/TaZdu7T90VI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Dyd39JLPlk4/s400/P1090355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595262647831220562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         Brannick is looking at the subway going by and if you look really closely underneath the subway line, next to the mural is the hallowed ground of Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYPUAEHNfIo/TaZdua_1xmI/AAAAAAAAA1c/FsCAzKlHAIc/s1600/P1090358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYPUAEHNfIo/TaZdua_1xmI/AAAAAAAAA1c/FsCAzKlHAIc/s400/P1090358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595262639156872802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJCr-L-eo/TaZduDMNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kX-cUSijl_k/s1600/P1090369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJCr-L-eo/TaZduDMNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kX-cUSijl_k/s400/P1090369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595262632766320642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTtnnjaQN4/TaZdHoXixsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c2-A5JN3nS4/s1600/P1090353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTtnnjaQN4/TaZdHoXixsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c2-A5JN3nS4/s400/P1090353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595261972731053762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Running with the Yankee greats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34FdbQfzDdU/TaZdHVbSckI/AAAAAAAAA08/4IFdf1OXPHc/s1600/P1090371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34FdbQfzDdU/TaZdHVbSckI/AAAAAAAAA08/4IFdf1OXPHc/s400/P1090371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595261967646487106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is is where Yankees in training play!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJCr-L-eo/TaZduDMNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kX-cUSijl_k/s1600/P1090369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJCr-L-eo/TaZduDMNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kX-cUSijl_k/s400/P1090369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595262632766320642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uICG2QOJKUk/TaZdtztR6ZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Xu8AzgKhByM/s1600/P1090374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uICG2QOJKUk/TaZdtztR6ZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Xu8AzgKhByM/s400/P1090374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595262628610042258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    The smiles of true Yankee fans! (Tage hasn't read this yet!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8837237342267474208?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8837237342267474208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/yankee-playground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8837237342267474208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8837237342267474208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/yankee-playground.html' title='Yankee Playground'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xME7gRMCxLM/TaZeh2oF_JI/AAAAAAAAA18/b_OApwpJvR0/s72-c/P1090367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6555478888313451832</id><published>2011-03-25T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:06:26.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brannick's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-798IsR-qIc0/TY0rA0kwlvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4dezKGqflIA/s1600/P1090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HY73vDrYGE/TY0peJo9J8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jKJDd2-_YkY/s1600/P1090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HY73vDrYGE/TY0peJo9J8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jKJDd2-_YkY/s400/P1090010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588168310597167042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tradition continues for Birthday Cake Eating in a Diaper... ultra-fashionable and easy clean-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPvpAvstwwM/TY0pe5IK4hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/o_pj4KZiFHQ/s1600/P1090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPvpAvstwwM/TY0pe5IK4hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/o_pj4KZiFHQ/s400/P1090006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588168323344556562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to admit, I'm no Martha Stewart.  At least  I thought the cake was a cute idea with what we had in  Nana's pantry.  Still have to laugh that Grandma Frances was dead serious when she said, "Celeste, I'd never pay you to do a birthday cake for me." or "Good thing you aren't getting paid by the hour!" or my fav "What in the world is it?"  Nothing like a nice pat on the back from GF to make you feel good about your cake making skills that your 1 year old doesn't care about anyways.  Aren't Grandma's supposed to be supportive compliment givers?  $1 for anyone who can figure out what this actually was, since apparently my cake decorating skills suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_Dcy80g3WA/TY0pe4NRPXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/XJn7KhiNWQY/s1600/P1090017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_Dcy80g3WA/TY0pe4NRPXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/XJn7KhiNWQY/s400/P1090017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588168323097509234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       mmmmmmm, red robot frosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWYOW68JpM/TY0pegIf18I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xYmD0202NOA/s1600/P1090011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWYOW68JpM/TY0pegIf18I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xYmD0202NOA/s400/P1090011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588168316635043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     Is Mommy for Real? I can really touch this? You're not saying no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF7gWGJy1WQ/TY0pd7uoBMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/O0qweqXFWiM/s1600/P1090009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF7gWGJy1WQ/TY0pd7uoBMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/O0qweqXFWiM/s400/P1090009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588168306862851266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           He was in awe that this whole party was for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-798IsR-qIc0/TY0rA0kwlvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4dezKGqflIA/s1600/P1090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-798IsR-qIc0/TY0rA0kwlvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4dezKGqflIA/s400/P1090024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588170005749470962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        He is so meticulous that this is as dirty as he got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, DUDE!  You are such a ham! Your gigantic smile and belly laugh is contagious.  You were walking before you turned one (actually on Christmas day) and you say "all done"  when your finished with your meal.  You have the sweetest voice when you say "mama, dada or please and thank you."  We especially love the boy you have become. We didn't have to teach you how to steal your sister's toys and run or make noises like a car when you're driving your matchbox cars.  You can hang on dad's pull up bar like a real stud, can body slam like a professional wrestler and have some mad dance skills (must have got it from your mama). Love you bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6555478888313451832?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6555478888313451832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/brannicks-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6555478888313451832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6555478888313451832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/brannicks-1st-birthday.html' title='Brannick&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HY73vDrYGE/TY0peJo9J8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jKJDd2-_YkY/s72-c/P1090010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-3447116912957658654</id><published>2011-02-15T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:10:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing love through Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLQ6vrNEFrc/TVtMJgHXoJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/NqLb89xHoSU/s1600/P1080866.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;         I love family traditions. I especially love finding new ones to share  with my own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aV5z7tOJZgw/TVtMJfTcAzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6MEKiLoNh-M/s1600/P1080875.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDZA3L2rJU/TVtLTfrUrmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/n3vnjAenRuw/s1600/P1080871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDZA3L2rJU/TVtLTfrUrmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/n3vnjAenRuw/s400/P1080871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131762093928034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;         Screaming because he has his own cookie and frosting and nobody is taking it away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZaZfVoMYuU/TVtLTKwAMvI/AAAAAAAAArs/Ndew-X53wcM/s1600/P1080863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZaZfVoMYuU/TVtLTKwAMvI/AAAAAAAAArs/Ndew-X53wcM/s400/P1080863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131756476412658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kajsia is explaining that she needs another frosted cookie to put candy on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y77NWHhu7I0/TVtJwa2JmPI/AAAAAAAAArk/fm2Kg_KRenM/s1600/P1080877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y77NWHhu7I0/TVtJwa2JmPI/AAAAAAAAArk/fm2Kg_KRenM/s400/P1080877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130059990112498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; A few years back, in the Harlem Cookbook, Jamie  Wride shared a sugar cookie recipe. At the end she wrote how she  remembered spending hours eating red hots and frosting them with her mom  and sisters for hours. With a batch of Jamie's amazing cookies, I set  out to start our own Valentine traditions.  With more frosting on their  faces and in their tummies than on the cookies, it still was a wonderful  afternoon.  The best part was giving  them away to our neighbors and friends. One even said, "this is better  than cards and flowers!"   It's the Wright's way of sharing our love through sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aV5z7tOJZgw/TVtMJfTcAzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6MEKiLoNh-M/s1600/P1080875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aV5z7tOJZgw/TVtMJfTcAzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6MEKiLoNh-M/s400/P1080875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574132689706681138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                         Dad even got in on the decorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-3447116912957658654?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3447116912957658654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/sharing-love-through-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3447116912957658654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3447116912957658654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/sharing-love-through-sugar.html' title='Sharing love through Sugar'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDZA3L2rJU/TVtLTfrUrmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/n3vnjAenRuw/s72-c/P1080871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-5646578818574562283</id><published>2011-02-09T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:32:31.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum tuckered out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Ug03DG5Cs/TVNW5bGRGCI/AAAAAAAAArU/uEXr6jJEGYk/s1600/P1080857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Ug03DG5Cs/TVNW5bGRGCI/AAAAAAAAArU/uEXr6jJEGYk/s400/P1080857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571892708514011170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest Kajsia,&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rough day. You woke up before the crack of dawn and with all your stubborn effort (you get that from me) you fought through the sleepiness and made yourself stay awake to bid your father farewell.  You shed a few tears when he left and didn't find solace in my rocking arms. You were extremely upset about the sparkly belt you were wearing and did all you could do pull it off on our walk in the 14 degree weather to music class. Your favorite plush pink blanket was lost along the hurried way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are pushing your boundaries, figuring out when "No" means "NO!"  My patience has worn thin! It has seemed like the time out corner has become more of a respite for you. After a gentle reminder about patience from mom's quiet class today, I resolved to be better for the remainder of the afternoon (at the very least).  I did pretty good considering Brannick didn't take a nap, we had a lunch guest and you only slept for 45 minutes. Dad was going to be my Savior and he answered the call about 4:50.  It was an answer to prayer until I heard his phone needed reconfiguring because it died today and the cable box he picked up still needed to be installed...all before 8pm. He had a boys night planned! I'm sorry that it wasn't the evening we had originally planned. I'm sorry you were left to your own coloring books, books and ipod for a good part of the evening so I could tend to your exhausted brother. I put him down at 7.  I tried to feed you, but mac and cheese (your favorite Ariel shell's) didn't beckon to you. Neither did baked ziti, peanut butter and jelly or quesadillas.  The kitchen looked like I had fed an army, but you didn't have one bite. All you wanted to do was watch Peter Pan with daddy's headphones.  I lifted up one of your headphones to ask if you were hungry and you said,  "no." I asked if your tummy was owie, you said "no." Then you said, "I just want to leave my headphones on mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7:53, I made myself on omelet so I could eat before 8pm.  I took a bite and came to check on you.  All  wrapped up in your pink and chocolate striped ribbons,  camel back still in hand, propped up on your backyardigan chair with daddy's skullcandy headphones still affixed to your ears with "You Can Fly" playing in the background. Kajsia,  you were passed out cold.I didn't get to tell you I love you, sing you a song or even say goodnight.   Maybe you fell asleep hoping you could fly away from this home for a few days. I promise  tomorrow I will be better. I love you more than anything in this world, sweet dreams my love muffin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-5646578818574562283?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5646578818574562283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/plum-tuckered-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5646578818574562283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5646578818574562283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/plum-tuckered-out.html' title='Plum tuckered out'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Ug03DG5Cs/TVNW5bGRGCI/AAAAAAAAArU/uEXr6jJEGYk/s72-c/P1080857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8784952799831601442</id><published>2011-01-29T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:26:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernators Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEUHs-yI/AAAAAAAAArI/WR7Ows0Gg8w/s1600/wave%2Bhill%2Bfamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvXtl-NLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HTbfyVs13Tc/s1600/k%2Bmask.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvV4eKszI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/NZN565QS1HY/s1600/masks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvV4eKszI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/NZN565QS1HY/s400/masks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567697461063627570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beasts and birds have been known to do fancy dancing, especially when wooing. But no one has seen them actually waltz.        &lt;p&gt; Until last weekend, that is. At Wave Hill, the public garden in the  Bronx, small creatures glided across the dance floor. Granted, the  animals were the two-legged kind, but they looked the  part, with masks representing bears, bats, toads, hedgehogs and other  forest denizens. The occasion? The first Hibernators Ball.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The dress code was pj’s, which made for an easy morning to get out the door. We made hibernator masks    using paper and materials like felt, crayons, feathers, yarn, cotton balls, embossed paper and raffia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvXaN1w6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/-PomHDYP7aI/s1600/family%2Bmask%2Bmaking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvXaN1w6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/-PomHDYP7aI/s400/family%2Bmask%2Bmaking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567697487301821346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  All the Wrights hard at work using their imaginations... look at the determination on their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvW3_uqqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/vOLyj80zYX8/s1600/k%2Bw%2Bscissors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvW3_uqqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/vOLyj80zYX8/s400/k%2Bw%2Bscissors.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567697478115830434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Kajsia's first time using scissors, with lots of supervision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvWFxenwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eIW-66dMG0Q/s1600/b%2Bw%2Bdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvWFxenwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eIW-66dMG0Q/s400/b%2Bw%2Bdad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567697464634285826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvXtl-NLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HTbfyVs13Tc/s1600/k%2Bmask.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvXtl-NLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HTbfyVs13Tc/s400/k%2Bmask.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567697492503311538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                             Brannick looking on has his sister proudly puts on her frog mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxD20v2_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/U4i6a7EmR-s/s1600/b%2Bw%2Bmask.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxD20v2_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/U4i6a7EmR-s/s400/b%2Bw%2Bmask.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567699350407076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brannick being held for a picture with his snake crown. A mask wouldn't have stayed on his face more than 2 seconds, so Tage opted for the crown.  He still wouldn't keep it on for longer than 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEG5GZaI/AAAAAAAAArA/f-hHyhVEDWA/s1600/k%2Bmask%2Bkissing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEG5GZaI/AAAAAAAAArA/f-hHyhVEDWA/s400/k%2Bmask%2Bkissing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567699354720298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        Kajsia leans in for a frog kiss!  This was not initiated by the parental units either, strictly a&lt;br /&gt;                       big sister being so tender. I love that I captured this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEUHs-yI/AAAAAAAAArI/WR7Ows0Gg8w/s1600/wave%2Bhill%2Bfamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;The band Jody Kruskal and Friends&lt;/a&gt; lead the waltz lessons and the crowd favorite... animal hibernators. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEUHs-yI/AAAAAAAAArI/WR7Ows0Gg8w/s1600/wave%2Bhill%2Bfamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURxEUHs-yI/AAAAAAAAArI/WR7Ows0Gg8w/s400/wave%2Bhill%2Bfamily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567699358271208226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="the group’s Web site" href="http://jodykruskal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8784952799831601442?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8784952799831601442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/hibernators-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8784952799831601442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8784952799831601442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/hibernators-ball.html' title='Hibernators Ball'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TURvV4eKszI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/NZN565QS1HY/s72-c/masks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4094869868159468558</id><published>2011-01-27T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:49:16.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKL-RHFRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OlggnC3acaQ/s1600/b%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Bnose.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKLUDC8zI/AAAAAAAAApw/Sagp-g16Oro/s1600/snow%2Bcar%2Bkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKLUDC8zI/AAAAAAAAApw/Sagp-g16Oro/s400/snow%2Bcar%2Bkids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566952910115500850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  The snow car that Kajsia requested! Good thing dad was home today. The only         request he couldn't fulfill is that she wanted it to be red.  Not to shabby, dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIZGKleKI/AAAAAAAAApo/pIfFsinTzno/s1600/dad%2Bin%2Bice%2Bcave.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGIC8P86I/AAAAAAAAApA/t8gAVzqaPt8/s1600/117th%2Bsnow%2Bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGIC8P86I/AAAAAAAAApA/t8gAVzqaPt8/s320/117th%2Bsnow%2Bday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566948455937471394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we woke up with a hefty blanket of 15 inches of soft, fluffy snow.    It was a special treat for the kids to walk in and see dad sleeping!   It's only the 7th time since 1974 that NYC public schools were closed.  Thank you Mayor Bloomberg for getting it right this time. It took us about 45 minutes to get bundled with our snowsuits and walked  out to the street (we couldn't get to the back patio b/c there was so  much snow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGHfYYroI/AAAAAAAAAow/HZBdACiuOOg/s1600/b%2Btastes%2Bsnowball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGHfYYroI/AAAAAAAAAow/HZBdACiuOOg/s320/b%2Btastes%2Bsnowball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566948446391807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 Brannick takes his first bite of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGHPWwAEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jetTTUU1ynY/s1600/k%2Btastes%2Bsnowball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGHPWwAEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jetTTUU1ynY/s320/k%2Btastes%2Bsnowball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566948442089979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                    Kajsia grabs her large snowball to taste! Then throws it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGGpwnTnI/AAAAAAAAAog/KzZI4dFodnQ/s1600/b%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHGGpwnTnI/AAAAAAAAAog/KzZI4dFodnQ/s320/b%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566948431997914738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                             In awe of all the piles of snow and mom's not saying NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKL-RHFRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OlggnC3acaQ/s1600/b%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Bnose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKL-RHFRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OlggnC3acaQ/s400/b%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Bnose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566952921448781074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              After a face plant to eat more snow, he came up with snow in his nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKL5mlh4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/lW9oy-oSRLQ/s1600/b%2Bin%2Bfresh%2Bsnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKL5mlh4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/lW9oy-oSRLQ/s400/b%2Bin%2Bfresh%2Bsnow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566952920196679554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Attempts at his first snow angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKLpdedHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NsnuKsaUtMc/s1600/k%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKLpdedHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NsnuKsaUtMc/s400/k%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566952915863499890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Watching as her dad digs out her snow car by hand. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIZGKleKI/AAAAAAAAApo/pIfFsinTzno/s1600/dad%2Bin%2Bice%2Bcave.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYpwBMzI/AAAAAAAAApY/PH9o_bREVds/s1600/snow%2Bcar%2Btop%2Bview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYpwBMzI/AAAAAAAAApY/PH9o_bREVds/s400/snow%2Bcar%2Btop%2Bview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566950940256318258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   The top view of the car, with two rows carved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYXkiH2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/iDVyCpXy6_g/s1600/dad%2Bproud%2Bof%2Bcar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYXkiH2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/iDVyCpXy6_g/s400/dad%2Bproud%2Bof%2Bcar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566950935376306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                         I pimped my ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIX5E2OdI/AAAAAAAAApI/CAAiSUSd9o8/s1600/ice%2Bcave%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIX5E2OdI/AAAAAAAAApI/CAAiSUSd9o8/s400/ice%2Bcave%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566950927190342098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                  The ice cave of 117th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYpVeHMI/AAAAAAAAApg/f1Gu7EUqeck/s1600/k%2Bpouty%2Blip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIYpVeHMI/AAAAAAAAApg/f1Gu7EUqeck/s400/k%2Bpouty%2Blip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566950940144966850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   Getting cold and ready for lunch.  Sad it has to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIZGKleKI/AAAAAAAAApo/pIfFsinTzno/s1600/dad%2Bin%2Bice%2Bcave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHIZGKleKI/AAAAAAAAApo/pIfFsinTzno/s400/dad%2Bin%2Bice%2Bcave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566950947883940002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               We have the greatest, most creative and hard working dad! Some kids get a measly snowman, but we got an ice cave and a snow car.  How lucky are we?  Every person that walked by was amazed at your skills.  I think even a bit jealous that we were having so much fun! We love you and we're so  glad you got to stay home with us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new year, a new computer and a renewed promise of keeping a log  for my family I decided it's time to re-commit to the blog. Here's to hoping I'll be better than I have been in the past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4094869868159468558?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4094869868159468558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4094869868159468558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4094869868159468558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TUHKLUDC8zI/AAAAAAAAApw/Sagp-g16Oro/s72-c/snow%2Bcar%2Bkids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-276104636869514749</id><published>2010-06-02T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:18:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical Wednesday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr8YHyyCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/I7hOIyZ45zY/s1600/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr8YHyyCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/I7hOIyZ45zY/s400/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478395787986782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I woke up and decided to venture outside of Harlem.  Like a  packhorse, I got us out the door  with a picnic, diaper bag built for 2,  water toys, sand pile toys, sunscreen, towels and had such a great day! A day with  wonderfully insightful friends, perfect sunlight and the sweetest kids  even a metrocard can't buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr70uS6XI/AAAAAAAAAn0/evZ2qu9uI08/s1600/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr70uS6XI/AAAAAAAAAn0/evZ2qu9uI08/s400/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478395778484595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Oh really, nothing but a smile on his face again!  BTW, promise I washed his outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr7dMvzgI/AAAAAAAAAns/l5EMW_zMPNg/s1600/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr7dMvzgI/AAAAAAAAAns/l5EMW_zMPNg/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478395772169866754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr7JE7DzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Uj-taTcO-G4/s1600/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchoaHFhnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3fazFunqzo8/s1600/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchoaHFhnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3fazFunqzo8/s400/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478384449807025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchnmPcuFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1oJZUEza20g/s1600/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchnmPcuFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1oJZUEza20g/s400/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478384435883456594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           New found friend, Tedrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdqrdGHbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/LktcRkT-JhM/s1600/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdqrdGHbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/LktcRkT-JhM/s400/PICT0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478380090775969202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdqYjPTvI/AAAAAAAAAms/gnvEGmpbcxc/s1600/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdqYjPTvI/AAAAAAAAAms/gnvEGmpbcxc/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478380085701463794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Waking up from an Ergo nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdpw6GAyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SI82U-OOFXQ/s1600/PICT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdpw6GAyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SI82U-OOFXQ/s400/PICT0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478380075059905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked to the Hudson and showed Kajsia the Statue of Liberty. She  saw her first waterway taxi and loved the bubbles they produced upon  arrival at their terminal. Every seagull was given a big wave and a  boisterous, "HELLO SEAGULL! WHERE YOU GOING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdpeg9sBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PToxqbnnnxA/s1600/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdpeg9sBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PToxqbnnnxA/s400/PICT0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478380070122663954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchpelyg8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1pSYTquGtS4/s1600/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchpelyg8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1pSYTquGtS4/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478384468189414338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdo9v19dI/AAAAAAAAAmU/s0Vu-LAj0yw/s1600/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcdo9v19dI/AAAAAAAAAmU/s0Vu-LAj0yw/s400/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478380061326702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect toddler sized swings...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZJW_SU2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/xlLG8nT-Jac/s1600/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZJW_SU2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/xlLG8nT-Jac/s400/PICT0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478375120300036962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Rockefeller Park lived up to the hype on mommypoppins.com. It was  dreamy!  Sand boxes galore, slides for all sizes, sprinklers, a (sandy)  water pool and this cool circular bicycle contraption (see pictures  below) all within a stone's throw of the Hudson River. It was well worth  the schlepping of  the subway stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZI9jKcTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-xNHkQRHUPY/s1600/PICT0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZI9jKcTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-xNHkQRHUPY/s400/PICT0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478375113471193394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Where was this when we were kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZIVQW2XI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jUwXVr2_B9E/s1600/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZIVQW2XI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jUwXVr2_B9E/s400/PICT0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478375102654896498" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tedrah, Kajsia, Elliott and Chase on this bicycle built for 10.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchol-0ssI/AAAAAAAAAnM/juTTkbG2qpo/s1600/PICT0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchol-0ssI/AAAAAAAAAnM/juTTkbG2qpo/s400/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478384452993594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  You know it's been a successful day when they pass out in the stroller before you get to the subway. They snore thru all the high school kids clammoring to get each others attention and the not so smooth hike up the subway stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZH-TFMfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DhlIOahBvGk/s1600/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZH-TFMfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DhlIOahBvGk/s400/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478375096492306930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             A huge fan of the 2 train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcZHi7RlBI/AAAAAAAAAls/hSb1GMLVTq8/s1600/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr7JE7DzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Uj-taTcO-G4/s1600/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr7JE7DzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Uj-taTcO-G4/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478395766768340786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAchpKoMYMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZQAvIBu8llk/s1600/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that with this new found time, I need to be more   spontaneous with my children and husband.  As we were sitting as mom's   today talking this young, blonde, well-suited professional walked by and   just stared at us while clutching her briefcase. I told one of the women, do you remember what it  was  like to be her? My friend's witty reply, "Yes, but now you don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to  wear  make-up, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET&lt;/span&gt; to wear flip-flops every day and you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!"   Even with two kids in tow, I can still go on adventures. I canW do  as much,  if not more than that young professional. My new resolution...  on a  whim Wednesday's!  It's time to get out and really SEE the city I  love  and DRINK it all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-276104636869514749?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/276104636869514749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/whimsical-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/276104636869514749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/276104636869514749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/whimsical-wednesdays.html' title='Whimsical Wednesday&apos;s'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAcr8YHyyCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/I7hOIyZ45zY/s72-c/PICT0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-2994665243421964410</id><published>2010-06-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:17:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Amusement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MzvH6JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmdFHxj0_go/s1600/fam+%40+broolyn+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MzvH6JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmdFHxj0_go/s400/fam+%40+broolyn+bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477992549510015122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   All 4 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MvqGi4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/f8Bzc2AJTbI/s1600/south+street+pier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MvqGi4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/f8Bzc2AJTbI/s400/south+street+pier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477992548415212418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Pier 17 (aka South  Street Seaport) where the fun began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MIPLNbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bVEbrXI3rjU/s1600/seein+double+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9L_A_QWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ApwYGkvhGak/s1600/seein+double.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9L_A_QWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ApwYGkvhGak/s400/seein+double.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477992535357866338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Seeing double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW10wrbKsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jywRw-1LdhY/s1600/ny+art.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW10wrbKsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jywRw-1LdhY/s400/ny+art.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984439790938818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Street art near Gouvenors Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW10Pbs7xI/AAAAAAAAAk8/-VC1S21zQhw/s1600/ny+art+pooped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW10Pbs7xI/AAAAAAAAAk8/-VC1S21zQhw/s400/ny+art+pooped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984430866624274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Kajsia and dad are both officially tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW1zvHTM4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/l3ljUWkWD-I/s1600/ny+art+fam+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW1zKepmcI/AAAAAAAAAks/yqZfNQ74oO8/s1600/fam+%40+boats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW1zKepmcI/AAAAAAAAAks/yqZfNQ74oO8/s400/fam+%40+boats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984412356942274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           The fam at South Street Seaport at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxSjRbvZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/j3SGd7r0sHQ/s1600/b+stroller+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxSjRbvZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/j3SGd7r0sHQ/s400/b+stroller+hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477979454030200210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxSF1O65I/AAAAAAAAAkc/LxV4beivmB8/s1600/m+n+k+%40+b+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxSF1O65I/AAAAAAAAAkc/LxV4beivmB8/s400/m+n+k+%40+b+bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477979446127291282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxR9lMmPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZQSxTuZ4z2k/s1600/b+smile+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxR9lMmPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZQSxTuZ4z2k/s400/b+smile+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477979443912546546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Not only a smile, but the belly laugh accompanies it. BTW - the bib is always attached because this man can spit! Gallons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxRTg_zlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/m0V7aGpAsPc/s1600/d+n+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWxRTg_zlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/m0V7aGpAsPc/s400/d+n+k.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477979432620641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Checking out the incoming helicopter's... she can spot them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv8Dn23bI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4zZjGHRepYs/s1600/k+n+b+luvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv8Dn23bI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4zZjGHRepYs/s400/k+n+b+luvin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477977968065568178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   They really do play well with each other and he lights up when she takes the time to talk to him, "Hi, baby Brannick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv76MSsjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cG-fgY3khEM/s1600/k+lookout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv76MSsjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cG-fgY3khEM/s400/k+lookout.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477977965534032434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             I'm miss independent and can do it on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv7aAT15I/AAAAAAAAAj0/5fyJLq2BBmI/s1600/k+lookout+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv7aAT15I/AAAAAAAAAj0/5fyJLq2BBmI/s400/k+lookout+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477977956893841298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv60t85EI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DZPjrVqpZHc/s1600/k+lookout+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWv60t85EI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DZPjrVqpZHc/s400/k+lookout+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477977946884727874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuT95SbSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TYxsM9LGAg0/s1600/b++smile+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuT95SbSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TYxsM9LGAg0/s400/b++smile+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477976179821669666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Brannick's smile melts my heart like a popsicle on a hot day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuTl15wfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/IQD1b3JjpLI/s1600/k+boats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuTl15wfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/IQD1b3JjpLI/s400/k+boats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477976173365019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Looking at all the ships in the harbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuTEfE6WI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wiXkflEQNMo/s1600/fam+%40+fountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAWuTEfE6WI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wiXkflEQNMo/s400/fam+%40+fountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477976164410911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was our gorgeous day at South Street Seaport. It was a great way to kick off our summer with ice-cream,  water fountains, shrimp and scallops and picturesque views of the Brooklyn Bridge. We had an incredible sun filled day.  Kajsia loved running on the pier after the pidgeons and playing with NYC street art. Brannick was tickled to be riding shot-gun in the stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to family members (great-grandpa's, great-uncle's, grandpa's, cousin's and Aunt Diane), friends (Shane, Cameron) and strangers who have served our country and those who have given their lives.  For my opportunities as a woman, to practice my religion and for my family's many freedoms a day to remember just doesn't seem to be enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-2994665243421964410?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2994665243421964410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-amusement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2994665243421964410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2994665243421964410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-amusement.html' title='Memorial Day Amusement'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/TAW9MzvH6JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmdFHxj0_go/s72-c/fam+%40+broolyn+bridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4596615777376073984</id><published>2010-05-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:22:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronx  Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y7b7TmqdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/P_fqQ0HhweM/s1600/zoo+fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y7b7TmqdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/P_fqQ0HhweM/s400/zoo+fam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953735799089618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that on Wednesday's it's "suggested donation" at the  Bronx Zoo. I wish someone would have told me a long time ago that means,  pay whatever you want.  A dollar to 10 cents, it doesn't matter they  let you in.  Last Wednesday we took the 2 train (and 5 flights of stairs down) to the Bronx Zoo.  A  warm sunny day provided  5 moms, 5 strollers and 9 kids with a roarin' good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Kajsia, Brannick and I near the gorilla's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y62EWmJqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/z9Roq-EMa7M/s1600/zoo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y62EWmJqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/z9Roq-EMa7M/s320/zoo+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953085392529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Who wants to see the monkey's when you can push buttons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y616tGEuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qQxkp3fWLE4/s1600/zoo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y616tGEuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qQxkp3fWLE4/s320/zoo+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953082802541282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61gE9bcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/arQR0hhP_zA/s1600/zoo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61gE9bcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/arQR0hhP_zA/s320/zoo+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953075654880706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61oa0_pI/AAAAAAAAAis/Z05Q6E5GkrY/s1600/zoo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61oa0_pI/AAAAAAAAAis/Z05Q6E5GkrY/s320/zoo+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953077894086290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61fVmsMI/AAAAAAAAAik/UkrCb0fa2MM/s1600/zoo+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y61fVmsMI/AAAAAAAAAik/UkrCb0fa2MM/s320/zoo+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470953075456258242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  madeline, chase, elliott, emmeline and kajsia stop for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZxSke0I/AAAAAAAAAic/gXwec233HcE/s1600/zoo+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZxSke0I/AAAAAAAAAic/gXwec233HcE/s320/zoo+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470952599239031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZiVF-mI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CbVq8CtZwVc/s1600/zoo+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZiVF-mI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CbVq8CtZwVc/s320/zoo+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470952595223083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            checkin out the turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZX9rNWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wIQYEcHC8gc/s1600/zoo+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZX9rNWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wIQYEcHC8gc/s320/zoo+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470952592440505698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZE74dwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1NgEDCIwiIQ/s1600/zoo+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6ZE74dwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1NgEDCIwiIQ/s320/zoo+11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470952587332712194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmzIOv1_I/AAAAAAAAAho/HqM6bPrRS38/s1600/zoo+teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmzIOv1_I/AAAAAAAAAho/HqM6bPrRS38/s320/zoo+teeth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469734776010168306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Maybe she'll be a dentist someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmxgTjYWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2xKkS4myaps/s1600/zoo+w+emy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmxgTjYWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2xKkS4myaps/s320/zoo+w+emy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469734748113035618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Emmeline and Kajsia discuss the whereabouts of the Mandrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmxM1kXWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Qzwhd2-Vn00/s1600/zoo+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hmxM1kXWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Qzwhd2-Vn00/s320/zoo+k.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469734742886997346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Kajsia was speechless watching the gorilla's tickle each other  fight.                                     This wasn't anything like her Goodnight Gorilla book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZOtte41I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ys9JCcqVUWY/s1600/zoo+go2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZOEtAYqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HkAP_IqXbYM/s1600/zoo+go2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZOEtAYqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HkAP_IqXbYM/s320/zoo+go2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469719845757018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 The gorilla is almost laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZNTACoAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4TJ2_f6ALwc/s1600/b+zoo+mandrill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZNTACoAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4TJ2_f6ALwc/s320/b+zoo+mandrill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469719832415084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      How to speak Mandrill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZM4dFnOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ba6I4Rmp_3I/s1600/zoo+gorillas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZM4dFnOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ba6I4Rmp_3I/s320/zoo+gorillas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469719825289157858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZMDLYKjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BSORUyqPiE0/s1600/zoo+waterfall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-hZMDLYKjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BSORUyqPiE0/s320/zoo+waterfall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469719810987797042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6Ywu84II/AAAAAAAAAh8/hDh-ibCwyfU/s1600/zoo+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y6Ywu84II/AAAAAAAAAh8/hDh-ibCwyfU/s320/zoo+13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470952581909766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  At the exit we circled the strollers for an honesty shot. Mom's are perspiring, the kids are  cranky and our little walkers petitioned for piggy back rides... all the way back to the subway. Regardless of the zoo drama,  we'll be back for more mommy torture in a couple of weeks and call it fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4596615777376073984?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4596615777376073984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/bronx-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4596615777376073984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4596615777376073984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/bronx-zoo.html' title='Bronx  Zoo'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-y7b7TmqdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/P_fqQ0HhweM/s72-c/zoo+fam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-2197056387043301529</id><published>2010-05-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:51:23.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Mom?</title><content type='html'>A long time ago right as I found out I was pregnant with Kajsia my mom sent me an email. I was working as the Fashion Director at a magazine and had the mindset of a career woman, I had planned on going back to work. Being a stay at home mom was something I had decided on, but the contents of the email have had lasting effects.  You'll read the email below.  In the meantime, here are a few pics of my precious angels... Brannick at 4 months and Kajsia at 19 months.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eL5_-9UDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/iROMKZt80PY/s1600/kn+b+kissin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eL5_-9UDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/iROMKZt80PY/s320/kn+b+kissin+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469494101009059890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   The only shot of them happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eL5XUjUxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BF4eCmX2kzI/s1600/P1040186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eL5XUjUxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BF4eCmX2kzI/s320/P1040186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469494090093777682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                She always wants to hold Brannick's hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLFjHwRrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/60FRaHVnS3Y/s1600/P1040254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLFjHwRrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/60FRaHVnS3Y/s320/P1040254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469493199908128434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  He has the best belly laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLE9nkrwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6tP8752P0qQ/s1600/P1040184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLE9nkrwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6tP8752P0qQ/s320/P1040184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469493189841039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Oh yes, more tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLEcdw6PI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZN3SzG5bDgw/s1600/P1040213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLEcdw6PI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZN3SzG5bDgw/s320/P1040213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469493180941527282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        My smiley guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLDpSmtEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QeXHUryriFU/s1600/k+smile1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLDpSmtEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QeXHUryriFU/s320/k+smile1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469493167204512834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Check those pearly whites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLDX_p3AI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ulG2fHY_cw8/s1600/bsmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eLDX_p3AI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ulG2fHY_cw8/s320/bsmile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469493162561625090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     I love this little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZJWkwUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mr6vG6AzMkU/s1600/P1040172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZJWkwUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mr6vG6AzMkU/s320/P1040172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                You would have thought I was torturing the kid by asking her to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZVkrmRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YRWAUdbuCfE/s1600/P1040173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZVkrmRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YRWAUdbuCfE/s320/P1040173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                He wasn't so happy either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZ1LEeaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RNIli92YRW8/s1600/P1040174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJZ1LEeaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RNIli92YRW8/s320/P1040174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                   My beautiful Kajsia! (and props to aunt chelsea for the bow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJa5OgBwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9zp5GzAEW8A/s1600/P1040175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eJa5OgBwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9zp5GzAEW8A/s320/P1040175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt;"&gt; &lt;div class="ecxEC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;A woman, renewing her  driver's license at the&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;County&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Clerk's office,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was asked by the  woman recorder to state her occupation.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated,  uncertain how to classify herself.  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;'What I mean is, '  explained the recorder,  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do  you have a job or are you just a ...?'&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course I  have a job,' snapped the woman.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;'I'm a Mom.'&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We don't list  'Mom' as an occupation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;div class="ecxEC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;'housewife'  covers it,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;Said the  recorder emphatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;I forgot all about her  story until one day I found myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;div class="ecxEC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;in the same  situation, this time at our own Town Hall.  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;The Clerk was obviously a  career woman, poised,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efficient,  and possessed of a high sounding title like,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Official  Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;'What is your occupation?' she probed.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me  say it?  I do not know.  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;The words simply popped  out.  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a  Research Associate in the field of&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Development  and Human Relations.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;The clerk  paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked up as  though she had not heard right.  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;I repeated the title slowly  emphasizing the most significant words.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stared with  wonder as my pronouncement was written,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bold, black ink  on the official questionnaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;'Might I ask,' said the  clerk with new interest,&lt;br /&gt;'just what you do in your field?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;Coolly, without  any trace of fluster in my voice,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself  reply,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I  have a continuing program of research,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what mother  doesn't)&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the laboratory and in the field,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(normally I would  have said indoors and out).  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working for my  Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and already have  four credits (all daughters).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the job is one of the most  demanding in the humanities,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(any mother care  to disagree?)&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the job is  more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;div class="ecxEC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;and the rewards  are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;more of a  satisfaction rather than just money.'&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as  she&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed  the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove  into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by  my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs I could hear our  new experimental model,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a  6 month old baby) in the child development program,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing out a new  vocal pattern.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;I felt I had scored a beat  on bureaucracy!&lt;br /&gt;And I had gone on the official records as someone  more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;div class="ecxEC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;distinguished  and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;   Motherhood!  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;What a glorious career!  &lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:13.5pt;"  &gt;Especially when there's a  title on the door.&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of you who work tirelessly on Mastering your little ones.  Thank you to my sweet mom for all that she has taught me. I'm a better woman and am working on becoming the mother I want to be because of her daily examples.  There isn't one regret that I left my fabulous career to watch Kajsia and Brannick!  I love them and am grateful to Tage for working overtime to allow me to be home with them. Today, Elder Holland came to speak in our ward. The most important thing  he said was that,  "the closest you can get to understanding the Savior's love is that of a mother's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8750627825108863088-2197056387043301529?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2197056387043301529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2197056387043301529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2197056387043301529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-mom.html' title='Just a Mom?'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-eL5_-9UDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/iROMKZt80PY/s72-c/kn+b+kissin+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6101523156714389610</id><published>2010-05-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:53:08.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tage Brannick's Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG4XxsLNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/68YtDgLbmwc/s1600/1st+fam+shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG4XxsLNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/68YtDgLbmwc/s400/1st+fam+shot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468010831850253522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Yes, this is long overdue considering he's 4 months today. However, here is the story of how Brannick came to join us that cold winter day!  Here we are for our first family photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG31lNnjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7ox0Dt5IEXA/s1600/P1030088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG31lNnjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7ox0Dt5IEXA/s400/P1030088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468010822671113778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           The most handsome prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG3bnuFkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fZE3z_XDUjY/s1600/P1030092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG3bnuFkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fZE3z_XDUjY/s400/P1030092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468010815702308418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Tired for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFTEcCseI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LJwhTkfi2IM/s1600/P1030086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFTEcCseI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LJwhTkfi2IM/s400/P1030086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468009091492393442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Got Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFSh7QuCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yedt1Mv8p_w/s1600/P1030075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFSh7QuCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yedt1Mv8p_w/s400/P1030075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468009082228095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Sleep deprived parents got Dr. Pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFSAZ0L7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/l4kSr1qHHyQ/s1600/P1030071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFSAZ0L7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/l4kSr1qHHyQ/s400/P1030071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468009073229442994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Catching flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFR4gJNJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/A4BlKJTKnl8/s1600/P1030063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFR4gJNJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/A4BlKJTKnl8/s400/P1030063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468009071108502674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Ahhhh, my new hunting buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFRB4FhKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DxizE8f3ao8/s1600/kb4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JFRB4FhKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DxizE8f3ao8/s400/kb4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468009056444974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Kajsia wasn't to sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDL_On79I/AAAAAAAAAdY/kpV-VZLmX6o/s1600/kb2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDL_On79I/AAAAAAAAAdY/kpV-VZLmX6o/s400/kb2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468006770811596754" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                         Warming up to the idea that what was in my belly is now real.  The sweetest                   kisses a mother could ever hope for. Nana said she went home and kept asking for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDLkl_vRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nfC3Id3RSKc/s1600/kb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDLkl_vRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nfC3Id3RSKc/s400/kb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468006763661868306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDLBSoU4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/AX9X5QKdOto/s1600/kb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDLBSoU4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/AX9X5QKdOto/s400/kb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468006754185401218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Is this thing for real? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDKrUppFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/02wjtyv2am0/s1600/1+daddykiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDKrUppFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/02wjtyv2am0/s400/1+daddykiss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468006748288296018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Yep, I'm daddy's lil man and so happy to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDKHauEsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0jL7cj6_pnk/s1600/1+b+fam+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JDKHauEsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0jL7cj6_pnk/s400/1+b+fam+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468006738650075842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                The wait is finally over and Brannick is welcomed to NYC, get your hands up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JAmxbU67I/AAAAAAAAAcw/CYwLF28R6Ek/s1600/1st+pic+of+Brannick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JAmxbU67I/AAAAAAAAAcw/CYwLF28R6Ek/s400/1st+pic+of+Brannick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468003932428364722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             Tage Brannick Wright (goes by Brannick, my great great great great                                                       grandfather) born 3:20pm on January 5th.  All 7lbs 4 oz's of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JAK1590uI/AAAAAAAAAco/y04-0g4mF_o/s1600/reading+in+labor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JAK1590uI/AAAAAAAAAco/y04-0g4mF_o/s400/reading+in+labor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468003452594279138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Reading People magazine and catching up on the latest celeb dish and fashion is my preference of laboring... the only way to really be this calm when you are dilated to an 8....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-I_okD650I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oQzUWRa81aY/s1600/epidural+up+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-I_okD650I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oQzUWRa81aY/s400/epidural+up+close.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468002863688640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An epidural... up close and personal for all you peeps that aren't so sure about it. There really is a way to "Enjoy Your Labor" - the book by Dr. Gilbert J. Grant,  my Epidural Man at NYU hospital. Big shout out to the man that gives the greatest pain relief on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PC/Desktop/103_PANA/epidural%20up%20close.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6101523156714389610?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6101523156714389610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/tage-brannicks-arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6101523156714389610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6101523156714389610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/tage-brannicks-arrival.html' title='Tage Brannick&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S-JG4XxsLNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/68YtDgLbmwc/s72-c/1st+fam+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8194748605804893814</id><published>2010-03-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:48:37.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quarter past Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6AlvEeKnoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G3TAiGN5KGE/s1600-h/bk+lites+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6AlvEeKnoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G3TAiGN5KGE/s400/bk+lites+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449397039702646402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I needed to get out of the house. I looked on line and found this area in Brooklyn as one of the "Must See's" in NYC.  So we loaded up the car in the rain and drove out to Brooklyn to see a spectacular light show. Kajsia loved it almost as much as I did. It was a very Merry Christmas to me (9 months pregnant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6Alu_RDwJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-RM00CLBBz8/s1600-h/bk+lites+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6Alu_RDwJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-RM00CLBBz8/s400/bk+lites+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449397038305493138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some homes hired local people to do their lights!  I can't imagine the electric bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6AluU5_O-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xTV1AZYEss0/s1600-h/bk+lites+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6AluU5_O-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xTV1AZYEss0/s400/bk+lites+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449397026934438882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6Alt48fSNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kCDMKtmLjIE/s1600-h/on+the+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S6Alt48fSNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kCDMKtmLjIE/s400/on+the+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449397019428735186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa brought Kajsia her first car! Pretty in Pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whirlwind since Brannick was born, but here are some of the highlights from our holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_VlwpeKuI/AAAAAAAAAao/U8mLfTd8ykg/s1600-h/Christmas+Card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_VlwpeKuI/AAAAAAAAAao/U8mLfTd8ykg/s400/Christmas+Card.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449308918832311010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 4th Annual christmas card, taken at lil' joey's blessing. We pulled this out and put it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_VnCt0goI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1p5eo8qE6ho/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_VnCt0goI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1p5eo8qE6ho/s400/book.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449308940862259842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the morning of Christmas, she wasn't in great spirits as she started teething molars. With a fever, a few tears and lots of crankiness we opened all her gifts. We were expecting her to scream and ooh and ahh at her new books, doll and toy car. Why out of all nights did she have to start teething on Christmas Eve?  Such a bummer as a parent, I hate molars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_Vmma8PYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NJaFWzYJXxk/s1600-h/Macys+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5_Vmma8PYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NJaFWzYJXxk/s400/Macys+Santa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449308933266881922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Santa at Macy's. A once in a lifetime experience... she loved him until we left her to sit solo on his lap.  She lost it!  Santa said he remembered her from last year, he left Bloomingdales in search of a longer waiting line I guess. However, if you're going to wait it might as well be Macy's. It is like standing in line at Disney (about 30 minutes), but it went so fast with all the things they have to occupy your mind. Dancing dolls, trains, toys, bears singing, ice-skating animals and lifesize candies, murals and such.  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Yes there were only six of us, but I made 5 pies.  Here's pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXiLPBInI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aJJCtfzKv6A/s1600-h/P1020803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXiLPBInI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aJJCtfzKv6A/s400/P1020803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285200273252978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Mixed Berry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXh8Yne4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2s2h0ycUzfY/s1600-h/P1020802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXh8Yne4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2s2h0ycUzfY/s400/P1020802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285196286983042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     One of my favorites, coconut cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXhKpIUeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1vZasA3pJKw/s1600-h/P1020800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXhKpIUeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1vZasA3pJKw/s400/P1020800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285182934471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     The other 2 I made were pecan and tollhouse!  This was the icing on the cake after a delicious meal with my parents and Tage's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWG61Yf1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jWn4Ax9t_x0/s1600-h/P1020799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWG61Yf1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jWn4Ax9t_x0/s400/P1020799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283632502669138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      She loved herself some pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWGRVV0bI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1p0ho8fLysA/s1600-h/P1020796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWGRVV0bI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1p0ho8fLysA/s400/P1020796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283621362422194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    My labor of love... the first Turkey dinner in NYC! The only thing I didn't make was Turkey. It looked better than it tasted unfortunately. We ordered it from a place in Brooklyn that specializes in deep fried Turkeys. It was honey pecan... tasted dry, almost brittle!  I think we were all a bit disappointed, especially after it cost nearly $100. Luckily the show went on and we ate green beans, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, olives, stuffing, tamales (thanks to Sis. Pabon who gave me a personal cooking lesson!), mango jalapeno relish, cranberry pear tart, Pa Tom's famous cranberry relish, olives and homemade bread with honey butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWGB_uWCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zGNwmTwOuqk/s1600-h/P1020790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWGB_uWCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zGNwmTwOuqk/s400/P1020790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283617245222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        The flowers came from Katrina Paris, a local florist I love!  119th and Lenox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWFk2pofI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w2ggfEHKGKo/s1600-h/P1020788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UWFk2pofI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w2ggfEHKGKo/s400/P1020788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283609422537202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Quite a feast, with reminders of what was to come as shown above! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT583HzUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XXFv1xlNkaQ/s1600-h/P1020787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT583HzUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XXFv1xlNkaQ/s400/P1020787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446281210685279554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to do this at least once in your lifetime... Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. A dream of my mothers to check of her list was finally accomplished this year. My parents got there about 5:30 to stake out a front row seat at 64th and CPW. We came later with Kajsia and 8 1/2 months pregnant. Here's the end of the parade with us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT5YJOiHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XGNXP4Z-iDE/s1600-h/P1020786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT5YJOiHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XGNXP4Z-iDE/s400/P1020786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446281200829106290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Do you Believe?  A significant and inspiring ending to the parade to kickoff the Christmas season .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT4jFNarI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AJ7YXzAxjPc/s1600-h/P1020783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT4jFNarI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AJ7YXzAxjPc/s400/P1020783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446281186585176754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If this doesn't make you feel like a kid again.... our first glimpse of Santa and Mrs. Claus.  The crowd erupted into loud cheers and adult and child alike started their wishlists in their heads. I know Tage has a wish list year round on Cabela's should you ever wonder what to get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT4XO8isI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bxj3np4c3fw/s1600-h/P1020779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UT4XO8isI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bxj3np4c3fw/s400/P1020779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446281183404788418" border="0" /&gt;                         &lt;/a&gt;Andre Boticelli.... wish his Christmas Album was better than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USOLWosiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jGyJcH8qeNs/s1600-h/P1020769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USOLWosiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jGyJcH8qeNs/s400/P1020769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279359149683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of a red-hat club, this granny group rides trikes!  Hilarious and ultra-motivating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNyXd9oI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ISRZi1r2J0o/s1600-h/P1020766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNyXd9oI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ISRZi1r2J0o/s400/P1020766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279352442287746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNdN6-9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/i7XfwBqEj7E/s1600-h/P1020765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNdN6-9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/i7XfwBqEj7E/s400/P1020765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279346765102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNMOCNcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/r5NyOKF7pfA/s1600-h/P1020764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5USNMOCNcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/r5NyOKF7pfA/s400/P1020764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279342202172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Girls just wanna have fun!!!!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQumSWoLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F2FOURbz84M/s1600-h/P1020760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQumSWoLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F2FOURbz84M/s400/P1020760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446277717112037554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 The parade seen thru the eyes of Kajsia!  She loved everything except for the Clowns... who kept coming over and oogling over her and throwing confetti to which she screamed in fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQuYjcRWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OBGQqH7mDnc/s1600-h/P1020758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQuYjcRWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OBGQqH7mDnc/s400/P1020758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446277713425614178" border="0" /&gt;                                                         Loved the hem on this dress! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQtqdrFaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/abmtnBxEHhI/s1600-h/P1020757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQtqdrFaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/abmtnBxEHhI/s400/P1020757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446277701053388194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           You can tell this is earlier in the parade, look how clean the street is. The energizer bunny just keeps going and going.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQtdyOcWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fb6ebxZBVSs/s1600-h/P1020755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UQtdyOcWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fb6ebxZBVSs/s400/P1020755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446277697649930594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this shot, it shows the excitement and enthusiasm felt about the parade at all ages. My mom is a HUGE parade lover and this was one of those "bucket list" items she's always wanted to do. After 10 years in the city, I was thrilled to be able to SIT, not stand, and watch the parade for the first time. It was MAGICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UPW2ooinI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eYICxI2GbXc/s1600-h/P1020754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UPW2ooinI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eYICxI2GbXc/s400/P1020754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276209671965298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              Kermit and the might balloon staff that walks him down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO4567bWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-n-IMLvpHM/s1600-h/P1020750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO4567bWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-n-IMLvpHM/s400/P1020750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446275695157931362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Each balloon had it's company of carriers dressed up to match the balloon they were manuvering. To give you some perspective, this is about 10 stories high and about 50 people helping on the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO4dZoXHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oO2GhWL-UUo/s1600-h/P1020743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO4dZoXHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oO2GhWL-UUo/s400/P1020743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446275687502077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was amazing, about 45 degrees. This was before the parade started and Kajsia just needed to get out and walk. Look at the crowd we had to pass thru to get to the other side with my parents. Holding Kajsia and being 8.5 months pregnant I didn't get a lot of sympathy or help. One lady wouldn't budge, so I just ran her over!  First time I'd encountered such rudeness, I'm hoping she wasn't a local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO3yooeSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VuvLsdEZcpQ/s1600-h/P1020744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO3yooeSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VuvLsdEZcpQ/s400/P1020744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446275676022274338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Happy Thanksgiving our sweet girl!         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO3SJzaII/AAAAAAAAAXg/nRqk0qM0N_4/s1600-h/P1020738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UO3SJzaII/AAAAAAAAAXg/nRqk0qM0N_4/s400/P1020738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446275667303032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  To pass the time she's watching Backyardigans on the ipod. My dad had to watch Twilight, such a good and patient man! Thanks mom and dad for staking out such an awesome spot!  Front row is definitely the recommended way to go.  Hope you all had as much fun and ate as well as we did this year. What a blessing it was to be with family, to have the resources to share such a fabulous meal and enjoy such a NYC tradition. I'd do this every year if possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-2452009500521434013?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2452009500521434013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while-heres-thanksgiving-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2452009500521434013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2452009500521434013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while-heres-thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Its been a While... here&apos;s Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/S5UXisqnCUI/AAAAAAAAAag/ESFD_U88co8/s72-c/P1020804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-7437337371153671787</id><published>2009-11-03T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:56:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDehwETCKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QvRjislki54/s1600-h/teething5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDehwETCKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QvRjislki54/s400/teething5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400060624637200546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             If this look is any indication of what the past few days have been like, it's spot on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdweOJqMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/M3rxEqk4_r8/s1600-h/teething4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdweOJqMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/M3rxEqk4_r8/s400/teething4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059778033100994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                          Serenity NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdwPZTO-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/yUF7T6PLRLI/s1600-h/teething3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdwPZTO-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/yUF7T6PLRLI/s400/teething3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059774053333986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                          Coughing and Crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdvo4c8XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Nf0NUzi8wU0/s1600-h/teething2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdvo4c8XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Nf0NUzi8wU0/s400/teething2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059763715010930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                   There is an actual tear here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdvQq3zHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kHEd4HIbMQs/s1600-h/teething.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDdvQq3zHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kHEd4HIbMQs/s400/teething.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059757215599730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough few days around these parts, Kajsia is teething (MOLARS SUCK!).    Starting Friday, she got cranky and just cried with lapses into inconsolable screams. Temperatures up to 102, she just quit eating and even going to the playground didn't help. It hasn't stopped, other than a dose here and there of Infant Motrin.  Sleep, what's that? I saw every hour on the clock throughout the weekend and of course it was the one weekend where we were supposed to get an extra hour of sleep! What is a mom (30 weeks pregnant) to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we started out the morning on a decent note... she was not in the best of moods, but she wasn't screaming.  She got into my bow box and shrowded herself with organza while she read. I guess it's the new substitute for a blankie! Our little bookworm was content for the first time in 5 days and then she finally went down for a morning nap.  I snapped these pics quickly for blackmail later on. Good thing we don't remember what teething was like. This afternoon, she was our happy, go lucky little girl... she's back and I'm so grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-7437337371153671787?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7437337371153671787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/teething-bites.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/7437337371153671787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/7437337371153671787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/teething-bites.html' title='Teething Bites!'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SvDehwETCKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QvRjislki54/s72-c/teething5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-3349231714018065914</id><published>2009-11-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:22:59.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella McCartney for GapKids</title><content type='html'>Stella McCartney is on sale NOW!!!!  If you or anyone you know are expecting, this is wait list worthy stuff for gifts and for the holidays. From what I hear, more is in the stores... check out this darling stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UemdzKBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1f7gnyXcMO4/s1600-h/stella+hi-top+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556994194679826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UemdzKBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1f7gnyXcMO4/s400/stella+hi-top+boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       hi-top sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeZ5wBOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I-p4JqTm1_M/s1600-h/stella+skinny+jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556990822253794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeZ5wBOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I-p4JqTm1_M/s400/stella+skinny+jean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             skinny jeans (check out the zippers at the ankles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeSH-JdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/I_4JJIHDMr0/s1600-h/stella+duck+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556988734416338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeSH-JdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/I_4JJIHDMr0/s400/stella+duck+boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         duck boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeAzFevI/AAAAAAAAAWY/doNtfCgSdyM/s1600-h/stella+peacoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556984083413746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UeAzFevI/AAAAAAAAAWY/doNtfCgSdyM/s400/stella+peacoat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            pea coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8Ud7mZUKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qk8J--QHahs/s1600-h/stella+cord+flutter+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556982688010402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8Ud7mZUKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qk8J--QHahs/s400/stella+cord+flutter+top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  corduroy flutter top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the daughter of a famous Beatle, a fabulous fashion designer, mother of 3, eco-friendly and has a collaberation with Adidas for workout wear for women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her new endeavor, she's teamed up with GapKids for a special line in select stores starting today! I'm a huge fan... love the hi-top sneaks, the duck boots, skinny jeans and the cashmere leopard print sweater dress. Prices are $14-$100, it's on line and in a few stores here in NYC. Sizes from infant to 8 years old, both boys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out...&lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/"&gt;http://www.gap.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-3349231714018065914?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3349231714018065914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/stella-mccartney-for-gapkids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3349231714018065914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3349231714018065914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/stella-mccartney-for-gapkids.html' title='Stella McCartney for GapKids'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su8UemdzKBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1f7gnyXcMO4/s72-c/stella+hi-top+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-3629074680565999386</id><published>2009-10-31T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:47:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0ROy317uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/uA6X9TBjMio/s1600-h/fam+at+stoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990474158927586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0ROy317uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/uA6X9TBjMio/s400/fam+at+stoop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Halloween from a spooky stoop in Harlem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7u2Y5HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lcFsc6F5ZIY/s1600-h/mom+and+kajsia+smilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990146661573746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7u2Y5HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lcFsc6F5ZIY/s400/mom+and+kajsia+smilin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so excited for the treats... look at those eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7V1mdHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XNBdnfpBpS8/s1600-h/kajsia+sayin+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990139947381874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7V1mdHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XNBdnfpBpS8/s400/kajsia+sayin+hi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waving Hi before the party gets started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7boL22I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CeCpox9SS-I/s1600-h/fam+at+ward+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990141501725538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7boL22I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CeCpox9SS-I/s400/fam+at+ward+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fam at the ward Halloween Party... she was not a big fan and it was hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398990135714146354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0Q7GEUaDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aNiwpAV91IU/s400/dad+and+kajsia+trick+or+treatin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvwMM2UI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TJ8aIbvPSU4/s1600-h/giraffe+loose+on+lenox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398988841351436610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvwMM2UI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TJ8aIbvPSU4/s400/giraffe+loose+on+lenox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A giraffe is loose on Lenox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvvQulzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B7rrkJtrubI/s1600-h/i+want+some+of+those+treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398988841101989682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvvQulzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B7rrkJtrubI/s400/i+want+some+of+those+treats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby got BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvevP76I/AAAAAAAAAVI/9iLiGV_oGFk/s1600-h/kajsia+and+mom+at+ward+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398988836666601378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvevP76I/AAAAAAAAAVI/9iLiGV_oGFk/s400/kajsia+and+mom+at+ward+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the ward party... she hated all the scary painted faces and any masks wigged her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvH2EV7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6QkXaM8_vD0/s1600-h/kajsia+and+wildlife+photog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398988830521186226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvH2EV7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6QkXaM8_vD0/s400/kajsia+and+wildlife+photog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the closest we could get to Africa with the Wildlife Photographer and his subject, the Giraffe!  (it's in our lobby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvIAdbUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GxTmeKgLwJ8/s1600-h/Kajsia+eating+animal+crackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398988830564773186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0PvIAdbUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GxTmeKgLwJ8/s400/Kajsia+eating+animal+crackers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being such a sport with a 102 temperature... teething sucks! But at least animal crackers and chocolate help ease the pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about going to New Mexico, but we were there last year. We talked about going to CT, but I wanted to stay in the city. Today we started our own Halloween tradition... Trick-or-Treating on Lenox Avenue! All the businesses are open and hand out candy to all the little ones (and big ones too!).  It was a great family event where we could ooh and ahh over each other's little creations... everything from power rangers, princesses and witches to lions and giraffes. Our favorite stop was at Grandma's Place. It's a cute mom n' pop toyshop that I highly recommend on 120th right around the corner from Settepanni's. They had a huge panda outside welcoming all the kids into the store, treats for the kids and then Tonnie's bitesize cupcakes for the adults. It was so good, Tage took me for a real size cupcake after Kajsia fell asleep. I'll blog about that shop another day, so delish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajsia was a giraffe, thanks in part to Nana. She loved it and was the cutest one on the block! She had so much junk in her trunk that it almost made walking difficult and it was just a little big, so she couldn't really see when her head was on. With a temperature of 102, teething and on a 30 minute nap we went to the ward halloween party and then took her trick-or-treating. WE've been practicing saying "treat", but had yet to get it out. So, Boo was the next best thing with blowing kisses as her thank you's to each vendor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tage's first attempt was to be a wildlife hunter, but hindsight is 20/20. Perhaps running around in Harlem with a fake gun on his back would have caused a disturbance. Hence, the PC and gentler decision of being a wildlife photographer. Only problem is most of the pictures taken were with my camera, so he didn't have one around his neck. He was the most handsome photographer today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided a few days ago to be a little irreverent. I bought a nun costume and thought my 7 1/2 month belly could be an ironic, but hilarious addition. When I brought it home, Tage was leary. However, after some encouragement from friends I donned the outfit and was pleasantly surprised by the huge fan fare. Random people stopped us to take pics all afternoon, many asked for blessings and the barbershop around the corner the guys on the stoop started saying, "In the name of the father, and the son..." while making the sign of the cross. I blessed them all with a good haircut and a Happy Halloween~ They all got a kick out of it and then as we were leaving, he said, it's a new generation of nuns, huh? I think it was my best costume yet, thanks lil' guy for helpin' mom out this Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-3629074680565999386?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3629074680565999386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/harlem-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3629074680565999386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3629074680565999386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/harlem-halloween.html' title='Harlem Halloween'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Su0ROy317uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/uA6X9TBjMio/s72-c/fam+at+stoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8038090161826296182</id><published>2009-10-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:09:52.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changing of the Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZHt4SEqsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8FtTgBEhL3g/s1600-h/granmas+red+treenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397080056977992386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZHt4SEqsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8FtTgBEhL3g/s400/granmas+red+treenight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The red tree at night... a pretty amazing shot taken by Tage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGtfn__kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-KefJIPXhO8/s1600-h/fam+in+ct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078950847446594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGtfn__kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-KefJIPXhO8/s400/fam+in+ct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our "growing" family in front of Grandma Wright's amazing red tree! I'm 29 weeks in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGtIBQcWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qoGQd_T4Mh0/s1600-h/ct+w+granma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078944510931298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGtIBQcWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qoGQd_T4Mh0/s400/ct+w+granma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma with Kajsia! This tree is such a vibrant red, it really doesn't look real! It was given to Grandma by her mom, Grandma Lusk and it has turned into a spectacular sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGHYo7gkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vkUzz5h_ZVo/s1600-h/granmas+red+tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078296137269826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGHYo7gkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vkUzz5h_ZVo/s400/granmas+red+tree2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the front porch of the home... the perfect blend of green, yellow and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGGrMC96I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xmDub5guDCU/s1600-h/ct4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078283936528290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGGrMC96I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xmDub5guDCU/s400/ct4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGGNw-LyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/P0UyGJDYJMA/s1600-h/ct3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078276038340386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZGGNw-LyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/P0UyGJDYJMA/s400/ct3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZExCPDXAI/AAAAAAAAATw/m2EjF3Ye6QY/s1600-h/granmas+red+tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076812654402562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZExCPDXAI/AAAAAAAAATw/m2EjF3Ye6QY/s400/granmas+red+tree1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZEw7JUS9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Bg50VcWjY7Q/s1600-h/ct2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076810751298514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZEw7JUS9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Bg50VcWjY7Q/s400/ct2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the back window of the car, winding down the streets of Old Lyme. I'd move there in a heartbeat, but I love the city way to much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZEwrQHQRI/AAAAAAAAATg/_ZXxDEPTk2w/s1600-h/ct1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076806484836626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZEwrQHQRI/AAAAAAAAATg/_ZXxDEPTk2w/s400/ct1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing more beautiful than fall on the Northeast Coast. Even though last Saturday was raining, it didn't damper the drive to CT. The trees were at the end of high peak season and every color in the autumnal palette was present. Here are a few shots taken in the car, out of the car and the best is Grandma Wright's tree in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8038090161826296182?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8038090161826296182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing-of-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8038090161826296182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8038090161826296182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing-of-leaves.html' title='The Changing of the Leaves'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SuZHt4SEqsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8FtTgBEhL3g/s72-c/granmas+red+treenight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-5812192907813987034</id><published>2009-10-17T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:19:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea, The Cutest Clothing Catalog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Stps6GrrYbI/AAAAAAAAATI/wsjMKAgg6gM/s1600-h/tea+collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393743249211613618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Stps6GrrYbI/AAAAAAAAATI/wsjMKAgg6gM/s400/tea+collection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always on the lookout for something different or new. I got this catalog in the mail and felt it was important enough to blog about it. It's called "tea" for little citizens of the world. As far as style, it's Anthropologie meets Japan. Ages newborn to 8 years and is for both genders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling dresses, cute japanamation prints for boys and the pj's are my fav!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacollection.com or phone for a catalog at 866-374-8747&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-5812192907813987034?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5812192907813987034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-cutest-clothing-catalog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5812192907813987034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5812192907813987034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-cutest-clothing-catalog.html' title='Tea, The Cutest Clothing Catalog'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Stps6GrrYbI/AAAAAAAAATI/wsjMKAgg6gM/s72-c/tea+collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8019856262404093159</id><published>2009-09-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:35:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Srl7LFvarNI/AAAAAAAAATA/GVCxGCI80PM/s1600-h/kajsia%27s+bday+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384470259947973842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Srl7LFvarNI/AAAAAAAAATA/GVCxGCI80PM/s400/kajsia%27s+bday+dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her 1 year birthday dinner at Ottomanelli's tonight! Happy Birthday our little love muffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmGWKpm5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1C7zDSE37Hg/s1600-h/k+eyes+open.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376719969459090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmGWKpm5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1C7zDSE37Hg/s400/k+eyes+open.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia opens her eyes to NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmGGGEh9I/AAAAAAAAASw/2hWlrTDDN1A/s1600-h/k+feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376715655284690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmGGGEh9I/AAAAAAAAASw/2hWlrTDDN1A/s400/k+feet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those lil things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmFajTDbI/AAAAAAAAASo/4JuN1BZhi7I/s1600-h/k+in+nursery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376703966711218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmFajTDbI/AAAAAAAAASo/4JuN1BZhi7I/s400/k+in+nursery.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww... in the nursery. There were 22 babies born that night and she was the only one who slept. I actually had her brought into my room to stay the night so she didn't have to hear all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmFGV_QwI/AAAAAAAAASg/gNM6kfagpq0/s1600-h/parents+w+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376698542179074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkmFGV_QwI/AAAAAAAAASg/gNM6kfagpq0/s400/parents+w+k.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkOusAVPI/AAAAAAAAASY/kPRNexO85Gs/s1600-h/vic+w+kajsia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384374664967509234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkOusAVPI/AAAAAAAAASY/kPRNexO85Gs/s400/vic+w+kajsia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vic with Kajsia. Best of friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkOCE05WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vo19L3YvNbg/s1600-h/k+w+lynne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384374652992021858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkOCE05WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vo19L3YvNbg/s400/k+w+lynne.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne with Kajsia... best of friends (even if she is a bosox fan!). Introduced me to Tage, Kajsia is named after her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkNoTIbFI/AAAAAAAAASI/gBtrhwEWacI/s1600-h/mom+holding+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384374646072699986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkNoTIbFI/AAAAAAAAASI/gBtrhwEWacI/s400/mom+holding+k.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the most amazing moments of my life! Holding her for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkNL1_geI/AAAAAAAAASA/tWsKJBDPqOQ/s1600-h/dad+kissin+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384374638434288098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkkNL1_geI/AAAAAAAAASA/tWsKJBDPqOQ/s400/dad+kissin+k.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tage kissing Kajsia... I love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiWTKoEWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BzN7miLDQgs/s1600-h/doting+parents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384372595995447650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiWTKoEWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BzN7miLDQgs/s400/doting+parents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What... she's ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiV2yX5KI/AAAAAAAAARw/3f1oOlYZ4O4/s1600-h/dadnk%40hosp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384372588377531554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiV2yX5KI/AAAAAAAAARw/3f1oOlYZ4O4/s400/dadnk%40hosp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Already looks like her dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiVV03ELI/AAAAAAAAARo/P4LRjyr0EPY/s1600-h/kajsia%27s+1st+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384372579529593010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiVV03ELI/AAAAAAAAARo/P4LRjyr0EPY/s400/kajsia%27s+1st+pic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia's grand entrance! Check out that hair... dark brown. Now she's blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiU-_yjNI/AAAAAAAAARg/HeTyfJsLdh8/s1600-h/pit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384372573401418962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkiU-_yjNI/AAAAAAAAARg/HeTyfJsLdh8/s400/pit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded Pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgGucznXI/AAAAAAAAARY/uUVIg2_rx2w/s1600-h/tage+pretennding+to+be+asleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384370129418296690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgGucznXI/AAAAAAAAARY/uUVIg2_rx2w/s400/tage+pretennding+to+be+asleep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tage pretending to be asleep... he has no idea how long the process is going to take and I had just been hooked up to PIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgE6gbnNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jWTcRvDeU8c/s1600-h/tage+silly+%40+hospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384370098294987986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgE6gbnNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jWTcRvDeU8c/s400/tage+silly+%40+hospital.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh don't the guys have it easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgEuKnZxI/AAAAAAAAARI/eMQ7WUABtsU/s1600-h/contraction+scan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384370094982260498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgEuKnZxI/AAAAAAAAARI/eMQ7WUABtsU/s400/contraction+scan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the contractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgEHL971I/AAAAAAAAARA/PJYpK3_8srw/s1600-h/hooked+up+to+pit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384370084518948690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrkgEHL971I/AAAAAAAAARA/PJYpK3_8srw/s400/hooked+up+to+pit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are officially checked in and have IV! That was actually one of the more painful things of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it was exactly one year ago, Sept 21st. My dad and brother flew to town for the final Yankee game and the closing of the house that Ruth built. Sunday we went for hot wings and waffle fries at Atomic Wings on 2nd and 59th. We dropped them off at the subway station only to see them red eyed from the tears and tired at about 2am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday Sept 22nd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5am - got up to get them ready for their airplane flight&lt;br /&gt;5:30am - got Troy to the first cab, in the elevator he announced they were having a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:45 am- got Dad in his cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7am - got ready for the shoot with my mother in law.&lt;br /&gt;8am - headed into the subway for the meatpacking district to the salon we were shooting at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am - announced to my sweet assistant, Hillary and my photo director Elaine that I'd probably have to leave mid-mango b/c Kajsia was coming!&lt;br /&gt;10am - did the fitting with the five ladies, including my mother in law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:45am - made Tage take me for my last meal at Pinkberry, original with raspberries and coconut flakes.&lt;br /&gt;NOON - we checked into NYU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2pm - sono to make sure my so called "small" baby was ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3pm - hooked up to pitosin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5pm - moved to the labor/delivery room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6pm - contractions killing, begging for epidural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7pm - epidural... ahhh the blessed relief. What we hoped would be naptime, since Dr. Maldonado said it probaby wouldn't happen till midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:15pm - dilated to a 10. That was the shortest nap of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:16pm - Kajsia arrived! Tage cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:22pm - my mom arrived from LGA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11pm - left alone with my baby in a room with a roomate who spoke hardly any english, watched TV on decibal 10 and her baby screamed all night. What in the world am I supposed to do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2am - wishing it was visiting hours already, learning the ropes of breastfeeding. I liken it to having a mousetrap snapped onto your tata's. Nobody prepares you for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4am - Kajsia was an angel, full of hair and beautiful. Can't believe she is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6am - Still in awe, that this is my kid. HOLY CRAP... we came with a suitcase to the hospital and now we're going to leave with a kid in a car seat. Talk about rocking your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8am - the Nastiest breakfast served to woman arrived. I couldn't eat! Are you kidding this is what you get after you give birth? It's like prison food. Still awaiting new dad and nana to come and visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am - Kajsia is 12 hours old and dad and nana finally arrive to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11am - Lynne came to visit... Kajsia Lynne Wright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3pm - Vic came to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great day and what a miracle. The entire year has flown by. I marveled at her when she just stared at me and cooed. Now she can say mama and dada. Hi and Bye! Nana and Papa! Gma and Gampa. What a horse, dog, cow and goose can say. She has amazed us with her angelic smile and has touched the hearts of many a stoop sitter here in Harlem. She has such a tender heart and loves to give hugs and kisses freely. She can show you where her bow goes and how to put her shoes on. She mastered climbing the couch this week and last week she opened our front door. Our little baby has turned into a toddler and we can't believe she's one. Kajsia has been the greatest creation we've ever witnessed and what a blessing in our lives. Nobody can truly explain to you the devotion you have for your own child, the unconditional love until you have your own. I'm grateful for an amazing husband who has worked tirelessly for us so that I could stay home and be with her every single day. Nothing, no amount of money, nor shoes and shopping or anything else could replace the time that I've been able to spend with her. In the beginning I was so so selfish because I thought I was going to have to go back to work. I hardly left the house or let anyone watch her. I just wanted to be there for everything... I'm so grateful I didn't have to go back! I did get to watch in awe, every moment. From rolling over to learning to sit up on her own, from crawling and cruising. We can't believe she is ours and we are so grateful to be her parents. Kajsia we love you! Happy Birthday to our love muffin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8019856262404093159?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8019856262404093159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8019856262404093159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8019856262404093159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-year-ago.html' title='1 year ago'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Srl7LFvarNI/AAAAAAAAATA/GVCxGCI80PM/s72-c/kajsia%27s+bday+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8668260258715299669</id><published>2009-09-16T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:44:56.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Gennarro Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFbHfb2NiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sOArYoQxPug/s1600-h/pizza+pass+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183213939963426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFbHfb2NiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sOArYoQxPug/s400/pizza+pass+out.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long morning of people watching, playing at the park and eating pizza... she pooped out at Lombardi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ7vjOt_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z-yOk9zdHX8/s1600-h/k+w+slide+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382181912595838962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ7vjOt_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z-yOk9zdHX8/s400/k+w+slide+friends.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia watching Elliot and Chase slide down and crawl back up! She decided she could too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ7D_XaKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uMGj1s0dPsk/s1600-h/k+%40+slide+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382181900902688930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ7D_XaKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uMGj1s0dPsk/s400/k+%40+slide+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slide was just her size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ6ov-WUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eEwIlcbVA-U/s1600-h/k+%40+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382181893590374722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ6ov-WUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eEwIlcbVA-U/s400/k+%40+slide.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia wanting to take the short-cut to the top of the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ6C8MxyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1S61bnJADGo/s1600-h/kajsia+taking+her+shoe+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382181883441104674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFZ6C8MxyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1S61bnJADGo/s400/kajsia+taking+her+shoe+off.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this new thing for taking her shoes off. It's a miracle I haven't lost a pair yet. Doesn't matter if it's velcro, slip ons, lace-less or lace-ups... I guess it's just a phase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXNlwkQeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AChA2-3_Xxo/s1600-h/sg+decor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382178920670183906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXNlwkQeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AChA2-3_Xxo/s400/sg+decor.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More San Gennaro decor down Mulberry street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXNRRQsNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5SQPNlU9WyI/s1600-h/lombardi%27s+margarita+pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382178915170169042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXNRRQsNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5SQPNlU9WyI/s400/lombardi%27s+margarita+pizza.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lombardi's famous margarita pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXM7gyQuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AAuM7XJwbQ0/s1600-h/us+%40+lombardis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382178909329703650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFXM7gyQuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AAuM7XJwbQ0/s400/us+%40+lombardis.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the amazing mom's of Harlem. Who in their right mind would take this many kids under the age of 3 out to lunch at Lombardi's? Of course, it's not even a thought. They all did great and the thin crust pizza was delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU6UPBm-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/H9r7BFoFwHo/s1600-h/sg+desserts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176390525328354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU6UPBm-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/H9r7BFoFwHo/s400/sg+desserts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; desserts galore, stuffed canolli's, chocolate covered canolli's, panna cotta, berry tarts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU522L6yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xTO4oASzx6E/s1600-h/sg+nougat+candy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176382636518178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU522L6yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xTO4oASzx6E/s400/sg+nougat+candy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nougat by the pound....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU5fGr7mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TBJBCIcVCqU/s1600-h/sg+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176376263274082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU5fGr7mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TBJBCIcVCqU/s400/sg+fish.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everything under the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU4Fa-AgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DOXY69NButc/s1600-h/sg+sauges.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176352189153794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFU4Fa-AgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DOXY69NButc/s400/sg+sauges.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants a sausage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSmc4vksI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YskdmLfa0Ao/s1600-h/sg+food2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173850227151554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSmc4vksI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YskdmLfa0Ao/s400/sg+food2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pizza, fish, peppers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSl7lKVgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sa3j9Ii8IT4/s1600-h/sg+food1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173841286649346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSl7lKVgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sa3j9Ii8IT4/s400/sg+food1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pasta, stuffed artichoke, calzones, fried oreos, zeppolis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSlSVP6pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UCWWevj3V-E/s1600-h/2nd+shot+on+mulberyy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173830214052498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSlSVP6pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UCWWevj3V-E/s400/2nd+shot+on+mulberyy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSk0C0NpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JndrxoOYuE4/s1600-h/1st+shot+on+mulberry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173822083675794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFSk0C0NpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JndrxoOYuE4/s400/1st+shot+on+mulberry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've wanted to go to this all week, so I set up a playdate. Brittany and son Ezra, Minde and son Chase, daughter Riley and Ashley and son Elliot and daughter Eleanor. So 4 adults and 6.5 kids trekked down to Mulberry street for entertainment, fun and food. Did I mention, we are the amazing mom's of Harlem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the 82nd Annual San Gennarro Festival in Little Italy. It's an 11-day Feast dedicated to saluting the Patron Saint of Naples featuring religious processions and colorful parades, an opera night, all kinds of Italian food and vendors. If you ever want to try out, there is a cannoli eating contest, sanctioned by The International Federation of Competitive Eaters (who knew?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at a playground to let the kids play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8668260258715299669?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8668260258715299669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-gennarro-festival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8668260258715299669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8668260258715299669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-gennarro-festival.html' title='San Gennarro Festival'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFbHfb2NiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sOArYoQxPug/s72-c/pizza+pass+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6181573199760937276</id><published>2009-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:48:10.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last of Boston and labor day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNO75jkeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bkUHhYWNPvc/s1600-h/old+mother+goose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167948677059042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNO75jkeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bkUHhYWNPvc/s400/old+mother+goose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old Mother Goose is laid to rest in the same cemetary as the 3 signers of the declaration of independence. She had 20 kids within 2 marriages, so she had to figure out something to keep them all busy. This was in the days before ipods, backyardigans, elmo and all kinds of toys. Bless her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNOaF_HSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qdTXveI5yN4/s1600-h/k+close+up+cem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167939602390306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNOaF_HSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qdTXveI5yN4/s400/k+close+up+cem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia riding on the back of dad at the cemetary in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNN1mSiuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r5I_nn3vzLA/s1600-h/dad+n+k+boston+cem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167929805769442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNN1mSiuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r5I_nn3vzLA/s400/dad+n+k+boston+cem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and daughter enjoying the sun in the cemetary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6181573199760937276?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6181573199760937276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-of-boston-and-labor-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6181573199760937276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6181573199760937276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-of-boston-and-labor-day-weekend.html' title='the last of Boston and labor day weekend'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SrFNO75jkeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bkUHhYWNPvc/s72-c/old+mother+goose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-5283093942194138457</id><published>2009-09-14T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:02:18.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Wkd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq71aV7pTFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rooinWgUF34/s1600-h/us+at+sailboat+luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381508437667040338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq71aV7pTFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rooinWgUF34/s400/us+at+sailboat+luv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three generations in Central Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq71Z2wkZsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kPRHjivIEI0/s1600-h/cpw+sailboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381508429299082946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq71Z2wkZsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kPRHjivIEI0/s400/cpw+sailboat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorized sailboats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70EI7_D9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XkptmjP8F_I/s1600-h/nana+n+k+canoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381506956710055890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70EI7_D9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XkptmjP8F_I/s400/nana+n+k+canoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nana and kajsia at the canoe's. check out that curled hair nana did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70DsNPofI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-vYmQU9TekQ/s1600-h/mom,+k+and+nana+at+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381506948997816818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70DsNPofI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-vYmQU9TekQ/s400/mom,+k+and+nana+at+fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the three of us at the fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70DHyFMyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HDvoLLFwvqQ/s1600-h/room+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381506939220210466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70DHyFMyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HDvoLLFwvqQ/s400/room+303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; room 303, after I'd already screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70Crc13eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/epCUAAPZflM/s1600-h/charles+dickens+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381506931614932450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq70Crc13eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/epCUAAPZflM/s400/charles+dickens+mirror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the charles dickens mirror on the 10th floor of the Parker hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few more pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-5283093942194138457?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5283093942194138457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-wkd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5283093942194138457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5283093942194138457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-wkd.html' title='Labor Day Wkd'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sq71aV7pTFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rooinWgUF34/s72-c/us+at+sailboat+luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-1635393110279038999</id><published>2009-09-11T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:43:21.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston over Labor Day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsUmjcGgtI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZcaR2V_XVX0/s1600-h/boston+k+w+papa+n+nana+upclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416832404882130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsUmjcGgtI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZcaR2V_XVX0/s400/boston+k+w+papa+n+nana+upclose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in the name of fashion... what have you done? I'll admit I even made my own daughter wear shoes to small... check out the toes that curl over the top!  Dang it she's so darling, I couldn't help myself!  The shoes were bought specifically for this outfit. (How many times have I said that?) The same outfit that she was photographed in by a number of Asian tourists who thought she looked like a doll! I'm proud to note... they have officially been retired to the storage bin.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTl9rma2I/AAAAAAAAANo/rsUaHAAHMGY/s1600-h/boston+k+w+papa+n+nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380415722757712738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTl9rma2I/AAAAAAAAANo/rsUaHAAHMGY/s400/boston+k+w+papa+n+nana1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking off the 20 minute wait for breakfast at Charlie's... unbelievable Raspberry pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTlmi4NPI/AAAAAAAAANg/hD_Fpf3Tz5Q/s1600-h/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380415716547114226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTlmi4NPI/AAAAAAAAANg/hD_Fpf3Tz5Q/s400/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana finally found a perfect perch for Kajsia! Just her size and she's loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTlYTmjKI/AAAAAAAAANY/zL1xMP7Dx88/s1600-h/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380415712724946082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTlYTmjKI/AAAAAAAAANY/zL1xMP7Dx88/s400/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be done with the Freedom Trail tour, this was the last stop... Fanueil Hall. Look at the relief, no more stroller, no more ergo, no more shhh'ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTk3_IcfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RjOPttw2los/s1600-h/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380415704049152498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsTk3_IcfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RjOPttw2los/s400/boston+freedom+trail+k+nana2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my most prized photos... nana and Kajsia are in the moment and loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQUpfixfI/AAAAAAAAANI/y9-TQuYffeY/s1600-h/boston+paul+revere+monument.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412126745773554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQUpfixfI/AAAAAAAAANI/y9-TQuYffeY/s400/boston+paul+revere+monument.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the signers of the Declaration of Independence... he was pretty great! In fact the lady said he was also a dentist. After 9 months of British Occupation, they went to Bunker Hill to retrieve the bodies left to give them a proper "Christian" burial. One of his best friends (I can't remember his name) was on that hill. He identified him by opening his jaw and recognizing the dentistry work he had done. He kept immaculate files of all the dentistry work he did and with his files they were able to identify most of the bodies on the hill. WHO KNEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQUebqnrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Iy488zQuhoQ/s1600-h/boston+shaw+memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412123776720562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQUebqnrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Iy488zQuhoQ/s400/boston+shaw+memorial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Shaw" memorial to the first man to command the all African American Army... so impressive and moving! The used over 150 African American models to sculpt each face individually. It truly is breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQT4vZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LBkdKxDHm-s/s1600-h/mom+%40+statehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412113658961170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQT4vZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LBkdKxDHm-s/s400/mom+%40+statehouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was so excited to get on this tour and walk, she left us in the dust. We had to call her name 50 times before she finally turned around. What good is a picture if there isn't someone you know in it! This is the old State Capitol building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQTvn1BqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J-z1VTWbQ80/s1600-h/boston+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412111211267746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsQTvn1BqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J-z1VTWbQ80/s400/boston+walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia on her way to the Parker House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents flew into Boston for a couple of days and we were able to do the Freedom Trail tour, play in Faneuil Hall, eat at Charlie's for breakfast and the Atlantic Fish Co for dinner. Had Boston Cream Pie and the famous Parker House Rolls at the Parker house (not so great since they were warmed in the microwave!). Went to room 303, that they bricked over because it was so haunted. When we got off, we rounded the corner to the room. On the tour they told us many people who had stayed in that room never got a full nights sleep. A long time ago a murder/suicide happened and it's been haunted since. They turned it into a janitor's closet only to have one of them locked in and later found dead. So I go full steam ahead to this room 303 that they've now bricked... around the corner and to my terror I jumped and screamed inside. Out of my vision a poor hispanic cleaning lady about 4 feet tall bumped right into me. My parents and Tage got the biggest kick as I tried to act non-chalant when I jumped 5 feet and pee'd myself!  We'll be laughing for years about that!  Then to the 10th floor to the mirror where Charles Dickens stood recited his poetry and stories to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in NYC, we ate at Norma's with Cousin Stacy. Walked thru Central Park, tried out the new pinkberry blends of passionfruit and coconut, then went to the Yankees game. Of course they won... 9-1! A real good whippin' for my pops to see! What else could we fit in 3 days, not much... other than the fact that we never seemed to stop eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and as you can see, so did Kajsia! The morning they left she woke up and said, "Nana, Papa" and looked all over the house for them. We miss you already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom and dad for such a great time and for flying out to be with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-1635393110279038999?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1635393110279038999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/boston-over-labor-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1635393110279038999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1635393110279038999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/boston-over-labor-day-weekend.html' title='Boston over Labor Day weekend'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SqsUmjcGgtI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZcaR2V_XVX0/s72-c/boston+k+w+papa+n+nana+upclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-9151618010394055803</id><published>2009-09-02T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:46:49.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp87euVDfAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYiJ8t_UlLQ/s1600-h/lil+bits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377081879122115586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp87euVDfAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYiJ8t_UlLQ/s400/lil+bits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is no question the gender here? Tage takes all the credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp87eCzOKsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P-JLBId5FsI/s1600-h/tage+jr+scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377081867437484738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp87eCzOKsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P-JLBId5FsI/s400/tage+jr+scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a precious face... we can't wait to meet him annd kiss those cute lips and nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp84C5S_pBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r3HGHnatck0/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377078102495044626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp84C5S_pBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r3HGHnatck0/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the exact same pose Kajsia was in when we had her sonogram. They all sleep like their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp81sYFEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nr8u6WqNBA0/s1600-h/The+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377075516597883378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp81sYFEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nr8u6WqNBA0/s400/The+Day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kajsia and I on the roof top at the Met Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day... it was like waiting for Christmas. The anticipation killed me. Kajsia and I joined Ashley, Minde and kids to go to a playground. Then we went to the Met to see the rooftop art display. It was a gorgeous sunny day, but it couldn't go fast enough. We took some pics with NYC skyline in the background and Central Park in the foreground. It was an "I LOVE this city" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3pm we were at the doctors and waited almost 30 minutes to get to a table, another 15 minutes after that. Dr. Margano finally came in and started going thru the motions. This little one looks very similar to what Kajsia did and even has the same hand movements near the nose. At the end he said, "You don't want to know the sex, right?" Tage and I both said, "No, we DO!" So he flashed the big sonogram monitor with a profile picture of our little boy with his not so little bits showing. Tage was elated as he has a new hunting buddy to dress in camoflage and wrestle with. So, with a report of a healthy baby boy we couldn't let this day go by without posting. Kajsia (a rare sans bow moment, lost at the playground) has no idea what's going on. I was thrilled because I get to shop some more and the pressure is off to produce a man child to carry on the family name! We are so excited to add to our little brood... January 11th is the D-day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thanks to Ashley for taking the picture on the Met rooftop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. P. S. Thanks to Minde for watching Kajsia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-9151618010394055803?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9151618010394055803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-boy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/9151618010394055803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/9151618010394055803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sp87euVDfAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gYiJ8t_UlLQ/s72-c/lil+bits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-5106553947145002058</id><published>2009-08-24T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:05:13.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajsia can swim.... REALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjzdExCqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zwyeumahpbM/s1600-h/kajsias+swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607778523876002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjzdExCqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zwyeumahpbM/s400/kajsias+swim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjywdwf9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yv77GGcL6VU/s1600-h/our+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607766549102546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjywdwf9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yv77GGcL6VU/s400/our+fam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjytz48WI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L-4PlpJ6J6g/s1600-h/stine+and+cass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607765836624226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjytz48WI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L-4PlpJ6J6g/s400/stine+and+cass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjyXJo2bI/AAAAAAAAALw/CE73E4WaCQQ/s1600-h/cass+n+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607759753828786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjyXJo2bI/AAAAAAAAALw/CE73E4WaCQQ/s400/cass+n+sam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjHNg1fPI/AAAAAAAAALo/BHAvNbquW5w/s1600-h/k+dry+hair+on+edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607018432396530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjHNg1fPI/AAAAAAAAALo/BHAvNbquW5w/s400/k+dry+hair+on+edge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjGq4gxMI/AAAAAAAAALg/xIrh9H2FeJY/s1600-h/gma+n+lilj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607009136460994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjGq4gxMI/AAAAAAAAALg/xIrh9H2FeJY/s400/gma+n+lilj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjGBQw1NI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ic0aAzhxXyM/s1600-h/vi+n+cass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606997963887826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjGBQw1NI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ic0aAzhxXyM/s400/vi+n+cass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLiz3mtVLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VAPDUwROeEo/s1600-h/tage+n+cass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606686133933234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLiz3mtVLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VAPDUwROeEo/s400/tage+n+cass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhHXWKVyI/AAAAAAAAALI/xAsUyu1QQDw/s1600-h/sam+tage,+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373604822048724770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhHXWKVyI/AAAAAAAAALI/xAsUyu1QQDw/s400/sam+tage,+k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhHMAzNzI/AAAAAAAAALA/z12rBc1PbF8/s1600-h/the+jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373604819006338866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhHMAzNzI/AAAAAAAAALA/z12rBc1PbF8/s400/the+jump3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhGrHSiRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ErPhMu7IcCw/s1600-h/the+jump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373604810175187218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhGrHSiRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ErPhMu7IcCw/s400/the+jump2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhGTTwQHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Va2ps_pU0vw/s1600-h/the+jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373604803785015410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLhGTTwQHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Va2ps_pU0vw/s400/the+jump1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLg0phQVWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zZPI6ENlmKs/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373604500509578594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLg0phQVWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zZPI6ENlmKs/s400/sam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpKeurzMDfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1JURvAXsaRQ/s1600-h/mom+k+ct+swim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373531830275018226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpKeurzMDfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1JURvAXsaRQ/s400/mom+k+ct+swim2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpKet_pyUiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PB8trJwjgjA/s1600-h/ct+swim+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373531818424422946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpKet_pyUiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PB8trJwjgjA/s400/ct+swim+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is always something a mom can brag about... the first laugh, the first words, the first crawl, the first steps and so on. This is truly something most people can't believe until they see it. Spending time in NM this summer Kajsia learned to swim. I'm not just talking about putting her head in the water and blowing bubbles. I'm not talking about holding her up on her belly and telling her to kick her legs. I'm telling you, she is fully submerged in the water and as Tage and I push her thru the water like a torpedo she kicks her legs, her eyes are wide open and when she comes up she spits all the water out. This was a daily ritual this summer in NM and she mastered the art well. Sometimes she tries to take off on her own. We did it recently while visiting CT in the public pool and a few people thought we were trying to drown her! The gasps, the horror... What kind of parents are we? Only to start clapping once she came and spit the water out! Sans COUGHING ! Their grandma explained, not even her 2-4 year olds would put their heads in the water. Kajsia also loves to sit on the stairs or on the side of the pool and jump in too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the pics to prove it. We are truly proud and are bragging to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as bragging rights... our daughter CAN swim (she started at 10 months) and here are a few pics to show it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-5106553947145002058?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5106553947145002058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/kajsia-can-swim-really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5106553947145002058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/5106553947145002058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/kajsia-can-swim-really.html' title='Kajsia can swim.... REALLY!'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpLjzdExCqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zwyeumahpbM/s72-c/kajsias+swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4697775097291458141</id><published>2009-08-22T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:52:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In CT this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgtKnuAOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4C1xcXSRIk/s1600-h/c+ct+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372971053258506466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgtKnuAOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4C1xcXSRIk/s320/c+ct+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgkJArdjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4XOYuYrSqBA/s1600-h/c+ct+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372970882288657362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgjNtVI9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/r7kVC6yzR1c/s320/c+ct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgi3qBN5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dEmLKoCvZtU/s1600-h/k,+g,+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372970876369188754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgi3qBN5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dEmLKoCvZtU/s320/k,+g,+c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfhLdsz8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ANQ3a_kByIo/s1600-h/k+kiss+joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372969747814862786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfhLdsz8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ANQ3a_kByIo/s320/k+kiss+joey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfNojVFCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1MKKBcvkk6I/s1600-h/k+and+cass+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372969412025717794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfNojVFCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1MKKBcvkk6I/s320/k+and+cass+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfNQYXFqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d2VfNpqY0L8/s1600-h/k+and+cass+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372969405537261218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCfNQYXFqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d2VfNpqY0L8/s320/k+and+cass+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCeu8I-oXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cFXh7XhIqzE/s1600-h/kajsia+comin+thru+the+tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372968884707959154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCeu8I-oXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cFXh7XhIqzE/s320/kajsia+comin+thru+the+tunnel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCeucbSO7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FhXJT5-tIgE/s1600-h/k+and+cas+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372968876194806706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCeucbSO7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FhXJT5-tIgE/s320/k+and+cas+AM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCetzzFhPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUIfGVTfvJ0/s1600-h/Kajsia+Kissin+Joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372968865288783090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCetzzFhPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUIfGVTfvJ0/s320/Kajsia+Kissin+Joey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCetir3LaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VBM_FrmAAzw/s1600-h/Tage+and+lil+Joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372968860695080354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCetir3LaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VBM_FrmAAzw/s320/Tage+and+lil+Joey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some quality time with The Wright and Twelve's family in CT this week. Here are a few pics from from Grandma's house. We finally got to meet the newest addition to the Twelve's family, lil' Joey. Kajsia loved kissing him and loved playing with Cassie in the tunnel, in the balls and with her veggies. Gotta love her 'do in the mornings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4697775097291458141?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4697775097291458141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-ct-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4697775097291458141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4697775097291458141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-ct-this-week.html' title='In CT this week'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SpCgtKnuAOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4C1xcXSRIk/s72-c/c+ct+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6313032859254963803</id><published>2009-07-30T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:01:45.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHJrZ40eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eitu3du1sIM/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498706491560418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHJrZ40eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eitu3du1sIM/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHJcVSM9I/AAAAAAAAAII/M2jKl_IYCZM/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498702445720530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHJcVSM9I/AAAAAAAAAII/M2jKl_IYCZM/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHI4OpqFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hl6MMttdte4/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498692754221138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHI4OpqFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hl6MMttdte4/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHITYQabI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WNlO5NCUlfc/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498682862397874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHITYQabI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WNlO5NCUlfc/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHH9mJPZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ttIYCzAFeV8/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498677015068050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHH9mJPZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ttIYCzAFeV8/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a quick trip to Idaho to see my grandpa and a jaunt to West Yellowstone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tage&lt;/span&gt; was in high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;testosterone&lt;/span&gt; hunting gear as soon as we paid our National Park fee. Within a 10 mile drive to Old Faithful we saw deer, elk, buffalo, coyote, bald eagle and vultures. His trigger finger was quivering, but alas the hot pots simmered him down. Here are a few shots of Kajsia and cousin Andi awaiting Old Faithful's arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old is still stunning after all these years. It's incredible to think that something in nature is so predictable and steady (as nothing else really is).  It got me thinking on the ride home, what will I be called after all these years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was also the weekend Kajsia decided to take to the floor and crawl at the cabin. Besides the long commute, we had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6313032859254963803?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6313032859254963803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6313032859254963803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6313032859254963803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SnKHJrZ40eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eitu3du1sIM/s72-c/IMG_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4003286949815009554</id><published>2009-05-30T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:45:34.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Nail Day Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtkZFo0RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HvcZ2YG9a2s/s1600-h/me+w+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811842503725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtkZFo0RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HvcZ2YG9a2s/s320/me+w+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtj5_jzVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/myamImdFtMA/s1600-h/younins+nails.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811834156731730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtj5_jzVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/myamImdFtMA/s320/younins+nails.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtjgCsfeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e1BqtUMmWoY/s1600-h/harlem+nail+spa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811827190562274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtjgCsfeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e1BqtUMmWoY/s320/harlem+nail+spa+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtjGbWxHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dPk8hh6q1-Y/s1600-h/harlem+day+spa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811820314674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtjGbWxHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dPk8hh6q1-Y/s320/harlem+day+spa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHqYz0uPWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Uwt6NbFcWNA/s1600-h/girls+mani+setup.JPG"&gt;\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHqYjpw4yI/AAAAAAAAAG4/V9MQTWxIjf8/s1600-h/harlem+day+spa.JPG"&gt;\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the Stake Youth Block Party Fundraiser was a huge success! After much planning and preparation the pampering began at 10am.  Shaniqua, Liana and Shannon were the head technicians of the Harlem Nail Spa and surprised me with their hard work ethics (only a 10 minute break for lunch and an afternoon snack!).  They painted young and old.  Over 50 manicures later they still had smiles and even suggested that it would be something they'd do every weekend to earn $$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the most profitable booth on the block, as told by one of the leaders in the stake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla... Harlem YW REPRESENTED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4003286949815009554?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4003286949815009554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/harlem-nail-day-spa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4003286949815009554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4003286949815009554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/harlem-nail-day-spa.html' title='Harlem Nail Day Spa'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SiHtkZFo0RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HvcZ2YG9a2s/s72-c/me+w+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-7406035978382331791</id><published>2009-05-13T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:03:53.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SgsnTnLrK4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tvHa6Rezt0w/s1600-h/kajsia+shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335401401439431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SgsnTnLrK4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tvHa6Rezt0w/s320/kajsia+shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really 7 months because we were in NM for most of April welcoming cousins into the world! Anyway, she loved sitting on the scale and was enamored with Dr. Hoffman's steth... she weighs 20lbs (90%), 28.5 inches (97%) and is, "The happiest baby on the Upper West Side!" Until she got her shots. Her blood curdling scream tore my heart out, but at least they gave her  neon band-aids that she loved to touch.  No spongebob square pants at our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-7406035978382331791?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7406035978382331791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/7406035978382331791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/7406035978382331791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-month-check-up.html' title='6 month Check Up'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SgsnTnLrK4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tvHa6Rezt0w/s72-c/kajsia+shots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-2915904383603612249</id><published>2009-05-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:43:52.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The armory and the AR-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sf-mRO7cH1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qxQkOXS1_2o/s1600-h/tage+and+AR15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163298825346898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sf-mRO7cH1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qxQkOXS1_2o/s320/tage+and+AR15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tage has been dreaming for months now of buying a Stag Arms AR 15. I could tell you all about it because I have heard the pro's, the con's, the spec's and the hype EVERY night for at least 7 months. He's read every hunting magazine from Gun's and Amo, Hunting, Outdoors Life, Deer Hunting Magazine and a myriad of online reviews too. He finally got what he was wishing for and I think holding the barrel in his hands is as close to the happiest day of his life as he could have dreamed. I think it's a little dub's T (along with Corvette's, I-ROC Camero's and mullets), but whatever makes the hubby happy. I mean, who can't see this smile from ear to ear as this is his equivalent of Disneyland. He is the Happiest Man on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. It will only be used to hunt wild game (in the forest, not on the streets of Harlem) in season of course and fight off any Swine Flu insurgents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-2915904383603612249?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2915904383603612249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/armory-and-ar-15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2915904383603612249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2915904383603612249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/armory-and-ar-15.html' title='The armory and the AR-15'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/Sf-mRO7cH1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qxQkOXS1_2o/s72-c/tage+and+AR15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6915287832892116065</id><published>2009-02-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:52:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's strongest Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgwmBrEgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9_VMiXEqAq8/s1600-h/tage+goes+horizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191173930127874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgwmBrEgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9_VMiXEqAq8/s400/tage+goes+horizontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tage goes horizontal. The picture speaks for itself!  Love this man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6915287832892116065?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6915287832892116065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/worlds-strongest-hubby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6915287832892116065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6915287832892116065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/worlds-strongest-hubby.html' title='World&apos;s strongest Hubby'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgwmBrEgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9_VMiXEqAq8/s72-c/tage+goes+horizontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8992273862218110208</id><published>2009-02-23T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:50:35.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sk8r 4ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgSspfj9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1v5diVhIa4c/s1600-h/tage+skateboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306190660311683026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgSspfj9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1v5diVhIa4c/s400/tage+skateboarding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tage got skillz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8992273862218110208?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8992273862218110208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/sk8r-4ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8992273862218110208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8992273862218110208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/sk8r-4ever.html' title='Sk8r 4ever'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaNgSspfj9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1v5diVhIa4c/s72-c/tage+skateboarding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-1473246103393213732</id><published>2009-02-23T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:04:07.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaMrPjP6LGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zalp_oW2UsU/s1600-h/k,+niantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306132332132576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaMrPjP6LGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zalp_oW2UsU/s400/k,+niantic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaMrBqlbieI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_rD0SLuUS-Q/s1600-h/c,t,k+in+niantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306132093583722978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaMrBqlbieI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_rD0SLuUS-Q/s400/c,t,k+in+niantic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the afternoon of presidents day in niantic, CT walking on the boardwalk. All bundled up! Cant wait for summer and for the local Dairy Queen to open, it was closed until April... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-1473246103393213732?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1473246103393213732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/spent-afternoon-of-presidents-day-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1473246103393213732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1473246103393213732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/spent-afternoon-of-presidents-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SaMrPjP6LGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zalp_oW2UsU/s72-c/k,+niantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6811986848758091229</id><published>2009-01-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:44:28.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6i1HxiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v9BPJ87mtXY/s1600-h/another+movie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291345645710501746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6i1HxiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v9BPJ87mtXY/s200/another+movie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6iyoy9sFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_fKZ8Qzq2dQ/s1600-h/kajsia+trying+to+open+present.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291345603035246674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6iyoy9sFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_fKZ8Qzq2dQ/s200/kajsia+trying+to+open+present.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6iyGKMVBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5pwLJOasQq8/s1600-h/mom+n+k+1st+xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291345593737434130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6iyGKMVBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5pwLJOasQq8/s200/mom+n+k+1st+xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6ixtrpeqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yXVXFweNSIc/s1600-h/dad+n+k+1st+xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291345587166870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6ixtrpeqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yXVXFweNSIc/s200/dad+n+k+1st+xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first Christmas morning together (we were @ Lynne's house. big shout out for the wonderful hospitality, christmas tree included!). Both Tage and Kajsia were surprised that Santa visited us in CT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of the morning with dad and mom opening up her first presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Turquoise indian bracelet from NM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6811986848758091229?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6811986848758091229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6811986848758091229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6811986848758091229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morn.html' title='Christmas Morn'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SW6i1HxiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v9BPJ87mtXY/s72-c/another+movie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6759276701552060081</id><published>2009-01-10T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:20:02.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wright Christmas Eve Pizza Party Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi7uL7bwII/AAAAAAAAADA/g86O-cJts8Y/s1600-h/tagencassie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289684164497096834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi7uL7bwII/AAAAAAAAADA/g86O-cJts8Y/s200/tagencassie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi7UuSbg6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PnbK5RKCvZQ/s1600-h/uncle+bob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683727043756962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi7UuSbg6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PnbK5RKCvZQ/s200/uncle+bob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6u5FWfYI/AAAAAAAAACw/h1Y_nKbxWH4/s1600-h/cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683077106662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6u5FWfYI/AAAAAAAAACw/h1Y_nKbxWH4/s200/cousins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6uhfMiGI/AAAAAAAAACo/2VF5G0rEdTM/s1600-h/joencassie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683070772611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6uhfMiGI/AAAAAAAAACo/2VF5G0rEdTM/s200/joencassie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6uAFig1I/AAAAAAAAACg/MD9qasLFams/s1600-h/ggw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683061806629714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi6uAFig1I/AAAAAAAAACg/MD9qasLFams/s200/ggw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6759276701552060081?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6759276701552060081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/wright-christmas-eve-pizza-party-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6759276701552060081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6759276701552060081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/wright-christmas-eve-pizza-party-pics.html' title='Wright Christmas Eve Pizza Party Pics'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi7uL7bwII/AAAAAAAAADA/g86O-cJts8Y/s72-c/tagencassie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-8601792732760577656</id><published>2009-01-10T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:46:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Pizza Party and Who doesn't Love Santa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0q9hEWNI/AAAAAAAAACY/-DNFVcCcT-Q/s1600-h/who+luvs+santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676412507412690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0q9hEWNI/AAAAAAAAACY/-DNFVcCcT-Q/s200/who+luvs+santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0IDVULmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jL0iYpizDuc/s1600-h/gw+n+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289675812773310050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0IDVULmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jL0iYpizDuc/s320/gw+n+k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0H8UjkhI/AAAAAAAAACI/yIJwCs1nlTQ/s1600-h/ggw+n+k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289675810891076114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0H8UjkhI/AAAAAAAAACI/yIJwCs1nlTQ/s320/ggw+n+k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the Annual Wright Pizza Party on Christmas Eve. It was wonderful to see the family and catch up. Lots of laughs! Here are a few pic's with Kajsia and great-grandpa and great-grandma wright, grandma and grandpa wright and all the cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love the night before  SANTA comes! Kajsia loves Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-8601792732760577656?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8601792732760577656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-pizza-party-and-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8601792732760577656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/8601792732760577656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-pizza-party-and-who.html' title='Christmas Eve Pizza Party and Who doesn&apos;t Love Santa!!!'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWi0q9hEWNI/AAAAAAAAACY/-DNFVcCcT-Q/s72-c/who+luvs+santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4995127705734668682</id><published>2009-01-10T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:30:34.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking at the lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWiwo4sRbeI/AAAAAAAAACA/gGeozxnlm-M/s1600-h/k+n+xmas+lites.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289671978805980642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWiwo4sRbeI/AAAAAAAAACA/gGeozxnlm-M/s320/k+n+xmas+lites.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in her bumbo for long periods of time staring and reaching for the christmas lights... it calmed her. I love thinking that her pure heart isn't just attracted to the light, she looks toward it as a reminder of where she came from. In all of the hustle and bustle and celebration, He is the light and the life! I think she already knows that because she hasn't been gone from Him that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4995127705734668682?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4995127705734668682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-at-lights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4995127705734668682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4995127705734668682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-at-lights.html' title='looking at the lights'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWiwo4sRbeI/AAAAAAAAACA/gGeozxnlm-M/s72-c/k+n+xmas+lites.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-9051327761648751873</id><published>2009-01-10T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:24:05.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She doesn't need Mistletoe to be Kissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWivTRloOzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cn7F5LZiUL0/s1600-h/dont+need+mistletoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289670508020251442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWivTRloOzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cn7F5LZiUL0/s320/dont+need+mistletoe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true... she's a love muffin for sure! This was Christmas Eve on the way to the Wright's for the Annual "Wrights" Family Christmas Pizza Party (even my first!). Of course, we've learned not to dress her in the outfit she's to wear. Just after buckling in, she decided to ruin her white terry pants. So, I changed her into legwarmers. She sure gives Jane Fonda a run for her $$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-9051327761648751873?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9051327761648751873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-doesnt-need-mistletoe-to-be-kissed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/9051327761648751873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/9051327761648751873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-doesnt-need-mistletoe-to-be-kissed.html' title='She doesn&apos;t need Mistletoe to be Kissed'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWivTRloOzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cn7F5LZiUL0/s72-c/dont+need+mistletoe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-125054773726322801</id><published>2009-01-10T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:09:56.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWisAULBGXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GbclYfug4Bk/s1600-h/fam+%40+Rockefla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289666883761543538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWisAULBGXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GbclYfug4Bk/s320/fam+%40+Rockefla.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWirgyiPyGI/AAAAAAAAABo/NH0muGL1Kes/s1600-h/best+present+ever.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289666342156224610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWirgyiPyGI/AAAAAAAAABo/NH0muGL1Kes/s320/best+present+ever.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to this time of year... there is nothing more exciting than NYC at Christmas time. The lights, the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, the Nutcracker (ouch!), eggnog, pumpkin bread, getting Christmas cards from friends and family, decorating the Christmas tree and of course the music (nothing beats Thistlehair the Christmas Bear)! A family friend actually starts playing Christmas music the day after Halloween... If Dee Dee can do it that early, I can start before Thanksgiving, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this year was even more special. She was our BEST PRESENT EVER and it was the first of everything with Kajsia. Taking her to see Santa at Bloomingdales, staring at the Christmas tree lights, wrapping her like a bundle to see "The Tree", opening gifts, dressing her up in the cutest holiday garb and watching her eyes light up to the soundtrack of "Alabama's Christmas." Here are a few pictures of us this Christmas season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-125054773726322801?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/125054773726322801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/125054773726322801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/125054773726322801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWisAULBGXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GbclYfug4Bk/s72-c/fam+%40+Rockefla.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4911313557916635811</id><published>2008-12-19T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:29:01.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassie, Vi, Joe and Kajsia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyQIFgL1EI/AAAAAAAAABg/C4PjURR4rXw/s1600-h/P1000831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281754931589272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyQIFgL1EI/AAAAAAAAABg/C4PjURR4rXw/s320/P1000831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyQH-BsstI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nq4yd9T-S00/s1600-h/P1000830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281754929582355154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyQH-BsstI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nq4yd9T-S00/s320/P1000830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love cousins? Kajsia and Cassie (2) will have great memories and pictures to prove all the fun they have as they grow up together. We are so glad that Vi felt well enough to make the drive down with Cassie and Joe in tow to be with us. Vi is about 11 weeks along and has been feeling that awful "morning sickness" that lasts more like 24-7. Thanks to you all for making the extra early morning effort. We love the 12's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4911313557916635811?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4911313557916635811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cassie-vi-joe-and-kajsia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4911313557916635811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4911313557916635811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cassie-vi-joe-and-kajsia.html' title='Cassie, Vi, Joe and Kajsia'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyQIFgL1EI/AAAAAAAAABg/C4PjURR4rXw/s72-c/P1000831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-3555163985782259461</id><published>2008-12-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:17:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynne, Bryson and Kajsia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyNXois0MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/38D6hF4LhI4/s1600-h/P1000840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751900158218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyNXois0MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/38D6hF4LhI4/s320/P1000840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyNXRmu7PI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gun_Ym6gKto/s1600-h/P1000842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751894001118450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyNXRmu7PI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gun_Ym6gKto/s320/P1000842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course nothing important happens in my life w/o Lynne (my bff). She was the connection that made the introduction to my sweetheart Tage. I am forever indebted to her, so the least I could do I figured was name my first born after her. Hence, Kajsia LYNNE Wright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynne has been my anchor, my sounding board, my "family on the east coast" and my friend who helped me always be better. There aren't to many people like her in the world. It doesn't matter if we've spoken in 2 days or 2 months, she is always the best listener and we have the best laughs (it doesn't hurt that she's a great dancer either!). I named Kajsia after her not only to honor her, but in hopes that Kajsia will carry the same attributes and be the friend to many that Lynne has been to one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynne is married to Stacy (who is working in Jacksonville, FL) so luckily she still has company with the other man in her life, Bryson. He is our buddy, our nephew our little rockstar. He was so tender and sweet with Kajsia. He'd be a great big brother (hint, hint, hint!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-3555163985782259461?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3555163985782259461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/lynne-bryson-and-kajsia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3555163985782259461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/3555163985782259461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/lynne-bryson-and-kajsia.html' title='Lynne, Bryson and Kajsia'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyNXois0MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/38D6hF4LhI4/s72-c/P1000840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-1128827653063653167</id><published>2008-12-19T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:00:24.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajsia and Papa and Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyJrmavXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/-7x5uSaIU2k/s1600-h/P1000820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281747845138832546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyJrmavXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/-7x5uSaIU2k/s320/P1000820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the weekend right before dad got put in as the Branch President of the UNM singles ward. Their lives are a whirlwind and how they fit this special day in is an absolute miracle. It always amazes me that they had 5 kids, when I'm barely keeping my head above water with 1. We love you so much, especially for preparing and cooking the brisket and handpicking the pomegranate seeds for the salad. You come to my house and you make the dinner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-1128827653063653167?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1128827653063653167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-papa-and-nana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1128827653063653167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/1128827653063653167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-papa-and-nana.html' title='Kajsia and Papa and Nana'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyJrmavXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/-7x5uSaIU2k/s72-c/P1000820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-2707459177511212518</id><published>2008-12-19T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:52:03.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajsia and the Wrights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyHqcQprjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rfS3kIfoeu4/s1600-h/P1000825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281745626209037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyHqcQprjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rfS3kIfoeu4/s320/P1000825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so grateful to have parents that love Kajsia and get up early to drive to NYC and be with us for Kajsia's baby blessing. It meant a lot to have them their to support us. We love Grandma and Grandpa so much!  I'll let you decide who Tage gets his good looks from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-2707459177511212518?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2707459177511212518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-wrights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2707459177511212518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/2707459177511212518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-wrights.html' title='Kajsia and the Wrights'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyHqcQprjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rfS3kIfoeu4/s72-c/P1000825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-6102462550837355657</id><published>2008-12-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:45:27.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajsia and Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyGJ9r2raI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FiirFeFEv_0/s1600-h/P1000812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281743968734195106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyGJ9r2raI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FiirFeFEv_0/s320/P1000812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana brought Kajsia to church for us because Tage and I had early morning mtgs. We waited to dress her as she is known to have "blow-outs" (and I'm not talking hair here!) on a regular basis. Rather than ruin her white dress, we waited to the last minute. I can't believe I actually had my wits about me to take this picture during all the commotion, but it's a treasure. It made me pause and tear up, my little angel's first white dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-6102462550837355657?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6102462550837355657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-nana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6102462550837355657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/6102462550837355657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsia-and-nana.html' title='Kajsia and Nana'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyGJ9r2raI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FiirFeFEv_0/s72-c/P1000812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750627825108863088.post-4084153980312271323</id><published>2008-12-19T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:39:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajsia's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyFBQjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ERI_mdMRRls/s1600-h/P1000815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281742719667137330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyFBQjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ERI_mdMRRls/s400/P1000815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajsia Lynne Wright as she will now be known. I couldn't have imagined this day to be any more perfect. Family and friends who came to support and be a part of our memorable day. My mom and dad flew back with me from NM just for the blessing. Tage Sr. (dad) and Cindy (mom) with Joe, Vi and Cassie drove from CT. Lynne and Bryson drove from CT as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajsia's dress (which I have to brag was gorgeous), bow and shoes straight from Angels in Harlem. I found it months before I even knew if she was a girl, I went back a week after I found out it was a girl to get the dress I'd been eyeing for her special day. My love muffin didn't even make a peep! When proud daddy Tage showed her off, he beamed with pride as ooh's and ahh's came from the congregation. A blessing day that was picture book perfect... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750627825108863088-4084153980312271323?l=wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4084153980312271323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsias-baby-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4084153980312271323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750627825108863088/posts/default/4084153980312271323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtageandcelestechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kajsias-baby-blessing.html' title='Kajsia&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Just Wright</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SWrbSOLXX3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cg_PxlXc3Qg/S220/az+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTwGMMhHyD8/SUyFBQjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ERI_mdMRRls/s72-c/P1000815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
