<?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-952738557937696054</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:17:33.149-08:00</updated><category term='canning'/><category term='Glen'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='homegrown'/><category term='grace'/><title type='text'>It began at the Bistro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2272186617786061716</id><published>2012-02-16T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:55:48.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last weekend we went to Harrisonburg to make plans for Glen's dedication that will happen in the next few months.&amp;nbsp; When we arrived we were welcomed by a gift bag from a very kind lady in my mom's Sunday School class.&amp;nbsp; I have met this woman and have talked to her a bit, but I would not say that I know her well.&amp;nbsp; So the fact that she took time out to do gifts like this for Glen (and also Grace when she was born) mean so much to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Shirley is a very talented woman with a very giving heart, and here is evidence of both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X62m8zCFJLc/Tz2hmH_aWdI/AAAAAAAABkg/cF3cMOFWIzU/s320/IMG_0567%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace found the hat and decided that she needed to put it on, and it fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMA0jNmSz-o/Tz2hr2U8QiI/AAAAAAAABko/pjNRq66rF9M/s1600/IMG_0571%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMA0jNmSz-o/Tz2hr2U8QiI/AAAAAAAABko/pjNRq66rF9M/s320/IMG_0571%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we tried on the sweater, and it also fit.&amp;nbsp; Glen will partake of these items in a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-_Dj0t6aIc/Tz2hxx7l6LI/AAAAAAAABkw/BOie0ifDb0k/s1600/IMG_0572%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-_Dj0t6aIc/Tz2hxx7l6LI/AAAAAAAABkw/BOie0ifDb0k/s320/IMG_0572%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we have the sweater, and the hat, and finally the blanket that they are sitting/laying on which all three are a duck theme.&amp;nbsp; There is a duck button on the sweater and on the blanket there is a large yellow duck.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to when Glen can put these items to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiISzKuXF6o/Tz2h5PoCLVI/AAAAAAAABk4/TsAzRHp9dA0/s1600/IMG_0565%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiISzKuXF6o/Tz2h5PoCLVI/AAAAAAAABk4/TsAzRHp9dA0/s320/IMG_0565%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday Grace was playing in a dirt pile in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; And the sun was shining on her and the colors (especially of her hair) was just stunning, so I decided to try to capture it with a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8I16qIzuuQ/Tz2iCpdJ-GI/AAAAAAAABlA/evUJvw2H7l4/s1600/IMG_0566%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8I16qIzuuQ/Tz2iCpdJ-GI/AAAAAAAABlA/evUJvw2H7l4/s320/IMG_0566%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It did not quite work, but I got some good pictures of Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLDYxTHrc4Y/Tz2iHJmaR4I/AAAAAAAABlI/zt3mKDUELic/s1600/IMG_0573%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLDYxTHrc4Y/Tz2iHJmaR4I/AAAAAAAABlI/zt3mKDUELic/s320/IMG_0573%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here I had fun taking colors out of the picture.&amp;nbsp; I kind of like the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diRzYBNt2K4/Tz2iMWDOmII/AAAAAAAABlQ/uMuy9EZDfNI/s1600/IMG_0574%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diRzYBNt2K4/Tz2iMWDOmII/AAAAAAAABlQ/uMuy9EZDfNI/s320/IMG_0574%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Glen now has a name for his hairline.&amp;nbsp; The boy has a hairline which goes from ear to ear and is a ring around the back with a bunch of light fuzz on top.&amp;nbsp; At church this past Sunday his uncle Mike dubbed this hair style as "the Picard."&amp;nbsp; I laughed so hard!&amp;nbsp; I love it...My son is sporting the Picard :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2272186617786061716?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2272186617786061716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2272186617786061716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2272186617786061716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2272186617786061716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/02/presents-and-more.html' title='Presents and more'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X62m8zCFJLc/Tz2hmH_aWdI/AAAAAAAABkg/cF3cMOFWIzU/s72-c/IMG_0567%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2201337899550776337</id><published>2012-02-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:54:16.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Meal 2012 (When Lana Learns What Valentine's Is Really All About)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt and I have a tradition.&amp;nbsp; We do not really do gifts on Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp; Our celebration is to make a meal together that we would not attempt on a normal day, and certainly not attempt alone.&amp;nbsp; So we spend a few days in January planning the menu.&amp;nbsp; On the morning of Valentine's Day we go grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; Then spend the rest of the day in the kitchen together cooking, dancing, singing, etc.&amp;nbsp; It is wonderful and has brought to light many wonderful recipes that I have used many times since.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until this year it has pretty much been just Matt and I.&amp;nbsp; For the first two years, it was just Matt and I.&amp;nbsp; Then the third year we had a two month old who was pretty content in her bouncy seat and so it was still kind of just Matt and I.&amp;nbsp; Last year we had a one year old who tried to help but for most of the preparation she played or slept.&amp;nbsp; So once again it seemed as if it was mainly just Matt and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year was a wildly different experience.&amp;nbsp; With a newborn and a very active two year old we had to re-look at our menu and also what Valentine's is all about.&amp;nbsp; In the past it has always been about being a couple and lavishing our love on the individual that we married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year I learned that Valentine's is not just about the individual that you share rings with, it is love for those in your family.&amp;nbsp; Sharing the celebration with Grace and Glen did not make the meal prep tedious or a challenge.&amp;nbsp; It was a joy to experience it with our little ones for we are celebrating our love for them also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Valentine's also looked very different than it did in past years.&amp;nbsp; To start off it was not as "glamorous" as it was before (however glamorous as you can be when cooking all day).&amp;nbsp; I got a shower in the morning (a rare event) but Grace hid my comb so I never got to comb my hair all day.&amp;nbsp; Glen decided to spit up on Matt's pants and my shirt throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; Grace had a very disastrous blow-out of a diaper which led to an immediate bath for her.&amp;nbsp; And there was an abundance of water, brownie mix, pudding powder, and other items on the floor from Grace helping.&amp;nbsp; But there was also a lot of playing, singing and dancing not only with Matt but also with Grace.&amp;nbsp; Joy abounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-232PF_AWFNs/Tzvm2qGvKnI/AAAAAAAABjw/gD8Up50xd8c/s320/20120214+007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In making the menu for the meal we made sure to add at least one item that Grace could help make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aO5Vb4-KHVw/Tzvm964-FLI/AAAAAAAABj4/UAEBErT9y_M/s1600/20120214+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aO5Vb4-KHVw/Tzvm964-FLI/AAAAAAAABj4/UAEBErT9y_M/s320/20120214+008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made a chocolate trifle for dessert.&amp;nbsp; Grace helped make the brownies, and the pudding.&amp;nbsp; She also checked each of the items for quality :)&amp;nbsp; Her face shows that each part was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1FtAc6D5a8/TzvnEJLTXCI/AAAAAAAABkA/b4PmsVylN8c/s1600/20120214+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1FtAc6D5a8/TzvnEJLTXCI/AAAAAAAABkA/b4PmsVylN8c/s320/20120214+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Glen had a very important job this year.&amp;nbsp; He was the supervisor.&amp;nbsp; He sat back and watched to make sure that everything got done as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmlktvgFeKk/TzvnH87R6NI/AAAAAAAABkI/4PoSd2LjGBE/s1600/20120214+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmlktvgFeKk/TzvnH87R6NI/AAAAAAAABkI/4PoSd2LjGBE/s320/20120214+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He did such a good job that Grace just HAD to give him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tr5rmEoyWrI/TzvnLWZf58I/AAAAAAAABkQ/dXP1YYknc14/s1600/20120214+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tr5rmEoyWrI/TzvnLWZf58I/AAAAAAAABkQ/dXP1YYknc14/s320/20120214+024.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our meal this year was simply following the ABC's...Alton Brown's Cooking.&amp;nbsp; Each of our new recipes came from Good Eats.&amp;nbsp; First we had Broiled Salmon with a Beurre Blanc sauce (Beurre Blanc is a spicy butter cream sauce...VERY GOOD!).&amp;nbsp; We also had home grown green beans, homemade bread, and a ceasar salad where the dressing was made from scratch.&amp;nbsp; Finally we finished off the meal with the chocolate trifle which is brownie, pudding, cool whip, and heath candy bars layered over and over and over.&amp;nbsp; Very rich, very good, and a dish that Grace could help the entire way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKGbbH2FHNE/TzvnPcqOTmI/AAAAAAAABkY/GIJcOwHG9c0/s1600/20120214+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKGbbH2FHNE/TzvnPcqOTmI/AAAAAAAABkY/GIJcOwHG9c0/s320/20120214+027.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the looks of it, Grace approves of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Valentine's Day it was.&amp;nbsp; And to celebrate with&amp;nbsp; my three Valentine's rather than just one...oh, how special that was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2201337899550776337?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2201337899550776337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2201337899550776337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2201337899550776337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2201337899550776337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-meal-2012-when-lana-learns.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Meal 2012 (When Lana Learns What Valentine&apos;s Is Really All About)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-232PF_AWFNs/Tzvm2qGvKnI/AAAAAAAABjw/gD8Up50xd8c/s72-c/20120214+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1088040740829071373</id><published>2012-02-07T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:52:25.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have a baby swing out for Glen.&amp;nbsp; He has been put in it a few times.&amp;nbsp; He tolerates it but I do not think that he really likes it, so we have not used it often.&amp;nbsp; This morning Grace decided to put it to good use.&amp;nbsp; I believe that she thought that her truck needed a good swing.&amp;nbsp; She placed the truck in there, then stood there for a few minutes pushing the truck.&amp;nbsp; I do not understand how their mind works, but I have a feeling it will keep me on my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtK0UrtUH6c/TzFi6EI9ooI/AAAAAAAABjE/xCWJ_rkWWcI/s320/IMG_0561%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The nursery was kept pretty much the same from when Grace was in there to when Glen took over the room.&amp;nbsp; Minor items were changed (such as Glen has a name plate made out of legos by his uncle that is in the location where Grace's used to be).&amp;nbsp; When this was Grace's room above the crib there was a wall hanging that had bears, flowers, and butterflies.&amp;nbsp; It was not extremely girly and it went with the nursery so I was going to keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago a friend of mine gave me some clothes for Glen.&amp;nbsp; In the bag was not only clothes but also blankets and wall hangings.&amp;nbsp; This wall hanging of trains was in there and it went with the colors of the room so well that I decided to switch it out and give each of the children their own special wall hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzBRLArOw4/TzFi_r-zTfI/AAAAAAAABjM/TUUyGatAZto/s1600/IMG_0560%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzBRLArOw4/TzFi_r-zTfI/AAAAAAAABjM/TUUyGatAZto/s320/IMG_0560%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it nice?&amp;nbsp; I think it looks wonderful in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wnOkMA5lFg/TzFjE7fJNGI/AAAAAAAABjU/mFW_RaVWY5M/s1600/IMG_0559%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wnOkMA5lFg/TzFjE7fJNGI/AAAAAAAABjU/mFW_RaVWY5M/s320/IMG_0559%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1088040740829071373?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1088040740829071373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1088040740829071373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1088040740829071373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1088040740829071373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/02/around-house.html' title='Around The House'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtK0UrtUH6c/TzFi6EI9ooI/AAAAAAAABjE/xCWJ_rkWWcI/s72-c/IMG_0561%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-115630810922112633</id><published>2012-02-05T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:15:43.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter and The Chore I Hate The Most</title><content type='html'>I hate to do dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do almost any chore before I decide to stand in front of a soapy sink full of dirty dishes.&amp;nbsp; I do not know where my aversion to this chore came from, but it is there.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I will do dishes, but I will not like it...and I will try my hardest not to do it often (the dishwasher is my friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in steps my daughter.&amp;nbsp; She loves to "do dishes" a joy that she learned from my mother.&amp;nbsp; She pulls a chair up to the sink and plays in the water and soap suds and is happy as a lark for quite a while.&amp;nbsp; All of this as she is soaking her clothes, the sink (and surrounding area) and the floor.&amp;nbsp; But that is minor since all of those areas can be cleaned and wiped up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently if I walk past the sink, stand near the sink to do something in regards to cooking, or if I run water to wash my hands I start to hear a chair scrape across our tile floor while a little voice is saying in the most pleading tone "dish, dish, dish."&amp;nbsp; How can I deny her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do dishes...and the kitchen is looking a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom for teaching Grace this (yes there is a bit of sarcasm there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Grace for helping me do a chore while I see your joy of doing dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-115630810922112633?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/115630810922112633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=115630810922112633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/115630810922112633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/115630810922112633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-daughter-and-chore-i-hate-most.html' title='My Daughter and The Chore I Hate The Most'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2483280819228497399</id><published>2012-01-31T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:36:14.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygHszIVvuE0/TyhQnR1PbVI/AAAAAAAABi8/0Np9wUuFTFY/s1600/IMG_0558%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygHszIVvuE0/TyhQnR1PbVI/AAAAAAAABi8/0Np9wUuFTFY/s320/IMG_0558%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2483280819228497399?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2483280819228497399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2483280819228497399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2483280819228497399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2483280819228497399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-loves.html' title='My Loves!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygHszIVvuE0/TyhQnR1PbVI/AAAAAAAABi8/0Np9wUuFTFY/s72-c/IMG_0558%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3245409660634375806</id><published>2012-01-30T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:25:55.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is a new photographer in town that you might want to consider for your next special occasion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few months back I dropped my iPhone and it cracked the screen.&amp;nbsp; So I got a new iPhone.&amp;nbsp; My old iPhone worked pretty well, but not the best.&amp;nbsp; So we bought a cover protector so that the glass would stay put and not cut anyone, and I gave it to Grace to play with after we made it so that she could not make any calls or anything like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What she does like to do with it is play games (or at least turn the games on and listen to the music it plays).&amp;nbsp; And take pictures.&amp;nbsp; Here is a view of her life through her pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQWV3nx0UTw/Tycj-I3fzzI/AAAAAAAABhg/bfwDQslBXsQ/s320/IMG_0595%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mommy holding Grace's baby doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX7Wv9gecJA/TyckDq7PmzI/AAAAAAAABho/P3RA9Uzz9qQ/s1600/IMG_0593%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX7Wv9gecJA/TyckDq7PmzI/AAAAAAAABho/P3RA9Uzz9qQ/s320/IMG_0593%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Glen sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GWDDIwaJgA/TyckI_hVJ5I/AAAAAAAABhw/3TTSHk9AQPs/s1600/IMG_0591%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GWDDIwaJgA/TyckI_hVJ5I/AAAAAAAABhw/3TTSHk9AQPs/s320/IMG_0591%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace's new kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwq8iy3CZHI/TyckNOUZIlI/AAAAAAAABh4/JhFAuk1LB-k/s1600/IMG_0586%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwq8iy3CZHI/TyckNOUZIlI/AAAAAAAABh4/JhFAuk1LB-k/s320/IMG_0586%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bouncy seat, Glen is not happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTLdrKKBo7s/TyckREhtRhI/AAAAAAAABiA/pMt25IhbjsY/s1600/IMG_0580%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTLdrKKBo7s/TyckREhtRhI/AAAAAAAABiA/pMt25IhbjsY/s320/IMG_0580%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Really cool picture of the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Z26z1GrBPU/TyckWH3RHtI/AAAAAAAABiI/ud9X8vwLFVU/s1600/IMG_0577%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Z26z1GrBPU/TyckWH3RHtI/AAAAAAAABiI/ud9X8vwLFVU/s320/IMG_0577%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace has one sock on (she loves to take pictures of her feet as you will see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwndDcZ4-mI/TyckjYJopRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UFO4j_z99yQ/s1600/IMG_0511%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwndDcZ4-mI/TyckjYJopRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UFO4j_z99yQ/s320/IMG_0511%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace has no socks on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gemDPJqGdEA/Tyck4SsvCUI/AAAAAAAABiY/L1uIoKaSrNY/s1600/IMG_0477%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gemDPJqGdEA/Tyck4SsvCUI/AAAAAAAABiY/L1uIoKaSrNY/s320/IMG_0477%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy eating breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCULTHv1ZTI/TyclA1qfthI/AAAAAAAABig/cgFaI1jg190/s1600/IMG_0483%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCULTHv1ZTI/TyclA1qfthI/AAAAAAAABig/cgFaI1jg190/s320/IMG_0483%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace's lone lucky charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuoGTjOXLLU/TyclJFTaGkI/AAAAAAAABio/nexfAPUbpB4/s1600/IMG_0473%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuoGTjOXLLU/TyclJFTaGkI/AAAAAAAABio/nexfAPUbpB4/s320/IMG_0473%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace has sneakers on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgirGNMFaIE/TyclaEMir3I/AAAAAAAABiw/fZC273HVjIM/s1600/IMG_0486%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgirGNMFaIE/TyclaEMir3I/AAAAAAAABiw/fZC273HVjIM/s320/IMG_0486%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you are into abstract art, and do not mind feeling a bit dizzy this might just be the photographer for you.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoyed looking through her artwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3245409660634375806?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3245409660634375806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3245409660634375806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3245409660634375806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3245409660634375806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/photographer.html' title='Photographer'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQWV3nx0UTw/Tycj-I3fzzI/AAAAAAAABhg/bfwDQslBXsQ/s72-c/IMG_0595%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5719739869622242349</id><published>2012-01-29T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:53:06.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of my neighbors has a son that is almost exactly a year older than Glen.&amp;nbsp; She has been very generous to provide Glen with some very, very cute clothes.&amp;nbsp; This morning for church Glen wore (under his long sleeved shirt) a undershirt that proclaimed the truth...that he is the "little brother."&amp;nbsp; And if you look at the last photo on this post you will see that his big sister loves him very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LkfblRLlo/TyWwbrdobAI/AAAAAAAABg4/K0Hi-htEI2w/s320/IMG_0553%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jE-NGYS8-LU/TyWwhCQECfI/AAAAAAAABhA/MnQEXRUr3WM/s1600/IMG_0556%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jE-NGYS8-LU/TyWwhCQECfI/AAAAAAAABhA/MnQEXRUr3WM/s320/IMG_0556%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTtNKdz23u8/TyWwplv0IOI/AAAAAAAABhI/DGCSNhehqic/s1600/IMG_0549%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTtNKdz23u8/TyWwplv0IOI/AAAAAAAABhI/DGCSNhehqic/s320/IMG_0549%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3TDsR3wjao/TyWwuXA4W4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/_EG5oW__fjM/s1600/IMG_0551%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3TDsR3wjao/TyWwuXA4W4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/_EG5oW__fjM/s320/IMG_0551%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7MDxXuaHzI/TyWwyT1cNMI/AAAAAAAABhY/YZtv07hbVtU/s1600/IMG_0542%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7MDxXuaHzI/TyWwyT1cNMI/AAAAAAAABhY/YZtv07hbVtU/s320/IMG_0542%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early in the morning, late at night, and many times in between Grace needs to hug her little brother.&amp;nbsp; Here is a very awkward photo that tried to demonstrate that love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5719739869622242349?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5719739869622242349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5719739869622242349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5719739869622242349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5719739869622242349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-brother.html' title='Little Brother'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LkfblRLlo/TyWwbrdobAI/AAAAAAAABg4/K0Hi-htEI2w/s72-c/IMG_0553%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5450257884904378885</id><published>2012-01-18T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:26:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Updated pictures of Glen have been requested, so here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta10tPINsiI/TxduyzQA-ZI/AAAAAAAABf4/k0rUy4bKzUA/s320/IMG_0529%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was very sleepy when I started this photoshoot.&amp;nbsp; I think that this first one is my favorite while he was sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPadDtxjtSo/Txdu8a-tPuI/AAAAAAAABgA/QQLEaydmKzQ/s1600/IMG_0530%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPadDtxjtSo/Txdu8a-tPuI/AAAAAAAABgA/QQLEaydmKzQ/s320/IMG_0530%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this one is very adorable with his fingers poking through the blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHkZ5_bzfWU/TxdvDzaKTQI/AAAAAAAABgI/z05HTC9uOvw/s1600/IMG_0531%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHkZ5_bzfWU/TxdvDzaKTQI/AAAAAAAABgI/z05HTC9uOvw/s320/IMG_0531%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just makes you want to kiss his cheek :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVVuncNvahY/TxdvUXEcIdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/_DgqPh6dMkU/s1600/IMG_0533%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVVuncNvahY/TxdvUXEcIdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/_DgqPh6dMkU/s320/IMG_0533%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He has been a very concerned and serious baby (at least with his facial expressions).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcxrC0ulzC0/Txdvbox5jBI/AAAAAAAABgY/uNmBiEsk9DY/s1600/IMG_0534%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcxrC0ulzC0/Txdvbox5jBI/AAAAAAAABgY/uNmBiEsk9DY/s320/IMG_0534%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Either he is worried or plotting to take over the world...or maybe worried about taking over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Biv-JHMqKp8/TxdviiQS_uI/AAAAAAAABgg/XTW6PKQuGq4/s1600/IMG_0538%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Biv-JHMqKp8/TxdviiQS_uI/AAAAAAAABgg/XTW6PKQuGq4/s320/IMG_0538%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not sure what to say about this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRncDkEWwzs/Txdvp_ZRI-I/AAAAAAAABgo/jeVn4wfhJE0/s1600/IMG_0540%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRncDkEWwzs/Txdvp_ZRI-I/AAAAAAAABgo/jeVn4wfhJE0/s320/IMG_0540%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think that this one might be my favorite of him awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVvmemIy3_I/Txdvw_22BQI/AAAAAAAABgw/AeQI-t1Pmck/s1600/IMG_0541%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVvmemIy3_I/Txdvw_22BQI/AAAAAAAABgw/AeQI-t1Pmck/s320/IMG_0541%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a little cutie pie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5450257884904378885?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5450257884904378885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5450257884904378885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5450257884904378885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5450257884904378885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta10tPINsiI/TxduyzQA-ZI/AAAAAAAABf4/k0rUy4bKzUA/s72-c/IMG_0529%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4225674569569369575</id><published>2012-01-14T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:27:31.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matt went to work this week, so I had the two kids all by myself.&amp;nbsp; We had our moments, but for the most part things went better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace loves to touch, hug, lay beside, and talk to the baby.&amp;nbsp; We read a lot of books, do a lot of puzzles, and play with blocks while I am nursing.&amp;nbsp; Grace does not seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Grace decided that she wanted to read to the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZrygX2tt0U/TxInqaCrC2I/AAAAAAAABfY/Ny7PUqYw8Go/s1600/IMG_3385%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZrygX2tt0U/TxInqaCrC2I/AAAAAAAABfY/Ny7PUqYw8Go/s320/IMG_3385%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of our neighbors gave Glen an outfit, but they also decided that Grace needed a big sister gift.&amp;nbsp; So they got two rubber duckies, one for Glen and one for Grace.&amp;nbsp; Glen's is a pirate ducky.&amp;nbsp; Grace has a rubber ducky that is dressed up like a cat.&amp;nbsp; She loves her rubber ducky and plays with it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWjkgzietjc/TxIoGAC1YhI/AAAAAAAABfg/UKb-lLs9_Vc/s1600/IMG_3362%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWjkgzietjc/TxIoGAC1YhI/AAAAAAAABfg/UKb-lLs9_Vc/s320/IMG_3362%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another thing that she plays with often (that allows me to care for Glen on my own) is her new train table.&amp;nbsp; While Grandma Sue was here, she and Matt took Grace to the mall.&amp;nbsp; They did not make it out of the bookstore since Grace discovered the train table there and needed to play with it for quite awhile.&amp;nbsp; So it was decided that she needed her own at the house.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Grandma Sue, Grace loves it and plays with it each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00P2rO2U3RI/TxIoVmQ5slI/AAAAAAAABfo/mlhHiXCKkZQ/s1600/IMG_3352%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00P2rO2U3RI/TxIoVmQ5slI/AAAAAAAABfo/mlhHiXCKkZQ/s320/IMG_3352%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYl1xnA83Lc/TxIotg4StDI/AAAAAAAABfw/uh6gMtEHZQs/s1600/IMG_0522%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYl1xnA83Lc/TxIotg4StDI/AAAAAAAABfw/uh6gMtEHZQs/s320/IMG_0522%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is a week old, but I thought I would share it.&amp;nbsp; He looks so serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4225674569569369575?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4225674569569369575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4225674569569369575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4225674569569369575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4225674569569369575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-week.html' title='Second Week'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZrygX2tt0U/TxInqaCrC2I/AAAAAAAABfY/Ny7PUqYw8Go/s72-c/IMG_3385%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-219810174371130216</id><published>2012-01-09T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:42:25.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is hard to believe that one week (actually over a week) has passed already since Glen has come into our lives.&amp;nbsp; But what a week it has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We came home from the hospital and my mom and dad arrived that evening (Sunday).&amp;nbsp; They stayed till Tuesday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Matt's mom and dad arrived on Monday night and stayed till Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Grace was beside herself the whole time.&amp;nbsp; Having grandparents here to play with, and what a treat...to have all FOUR grandparents here at one time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6iUS9ThNJU/Tws8pJIWQLI/AAAAAAAABdw/2f5QE4HOhHw/s320/DSC02329%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the goals that Steve and Sue made sure to do was to love on and play with Grace mainly.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to see and hold Glen of course, but their goal was to play with Grace and make her feel special during this crazy time.&amp;nbsp; Between playing piano, playdoh, cooking, trucks, etc.&amp;nbsp; She felt very special and loved.&amp;nbsp; (With all of the activity I am not quite sure she realized that there was even a new baby in the house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx5YRBQe0-Y/Tws8w9M9vtI/AAAAAAAABd4/ID4fU-13ah0/s1600/DSC02337%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx5YRBQe0-Y/Tws8w9M9vtI/AAAAAAAABd4/ID4fU-13ah0/s320/DSC02337%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But of course, we can not forget about Glen.&amp;nbsp; He was loved and hugged on, and if he was awake for it...I am sure that he felt special too.&amp;nbsp; Above is the first of many Glen/Glen pictures.&amp;nbsp; That is a picture of my father holding my son.&amp;nbsp; I just think that is a great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBP5S8pSbZ4/Tws81CydiiI/AAAAAAAABeA/OfBhEEtmvjI/s1600/DSC02339%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBP5S8pSbZ4/Tws81CydiiI/AAAAAAAABeA/OfBhEEtmvjI/s320/DSC02339%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom and dad with their youngest grandchildren (Grace and Glen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqPlR7gdu04/Tws85QdWUtI/AAAAAAAABeI/ZGyeuo772Ww/s1600/DSC02340%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqPlR7gdu04/Tws85QdWUtI/AAAAAAAABeI/ZGyeuo772Ww/s320/DSC02340%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I even caught a few snuggles with Glen too.&amp;nbsp; That is, when I was not napping or when he was not in the arms of loving relatives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRT3ij4wVv8/Tws9O6kO6YI/AAAAAAAABeQ/YF9eU-iW7EU/s1600/DSC02345%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRT3ij4wVv8/Tws9O6kO6YI/AAAAAAAABeQ/YF9eU-iW7EU/s320/DSC02345%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Glen and Grandpa Steve.&amp;nbsp; Glen got really good at reading Clive Custer books with Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O064DLtUdQ4/Tws9l2hOLaI/AAAAAAAABeY/U35L8cIf2jA/s1600/DSC02347%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O064DLtUdQ4/Tws9l2hOLaI/AAAAAAAABeY/U35L8cIf2jA/s320/DSC02347%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes Grace, you are beautiful and such a big helper for mommy (at least most of the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itLv6s21YC0/Tws9p-gP70I/AAAAAAAABeg/ZuOViaseigE/s1600/DSC02362%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itLv6s21YC0/Tws9p-gP70I/AAAAAAAABeg/ZuOViaseigE/s320/DSC02362%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matt's mom and dad, also with their youngest grandchildren (Grace and Glen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXpmrt9BTSk/Tws-NnE7xtI/AAAAAAAABew/Y9gjm4WrYV4/s1600/DSC02381%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXpmrt9BTSk/Tws-NnE7xtI/AAAAAAAABew/Y9gjm4WrYV4/s320/DSC02381%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sue getting some great cuddles from Glen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUVDNbliGuE/Tws-JtsLB9I/AAAAAAAABeo/CzXiBEAEFdE/s1600/DSC02378%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUVDNbliGuE/Tws-JtsLB9I/AAAAAAAABeo/CzXiBEAEFdE/s320/DSC02378%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doing what he does best.&amp;nbsp; Sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZrxNhjBhNQ/Tws-UnNvTUI/AAAAAAAABe4/pS5VsPcyTQA/s1600/DSC02389%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZrxNhjBhNQ/Tws-UnNvTUI/AAAAAAAABe4/pS5VsPcyTQA/s320/DSC02389%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;During this week, Grace discovered that she can peddle her trike around the house.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is that her legs are so, and the peddles are so that she can either peddle or turn but she can not do both at the same time.&amp;nbsp; But she is loving the freedom that this provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfbV9OfVIvE/Tws-bqvuWOI/AAAAAAAABfA/Hb2z2XpCLIU/s1600/Photo0107%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfbV9OfVIvE/Tws-bqvuWOI/AAAAAAAABfA/Hb2z2XpCLIU/s320/Photo0107%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Close up of a beautiful sleeping baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCwQZ9qYDtM/Tws-gOvd9GI/AAAAAAAABfI/LvvSDBtPfaY/s1600/Photo0112%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCwQZ9qYDtM/Tws-gOvd9GI/AAAAAAAABfI/LvvSDBtPfaY/s320/Photo0112%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to Firehouse Subs for lunch one day.&amp;nbsp; This picture was too cute to not add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mRY-WIsZo/Tws-lYHpKuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/jjN6XjLVbqg/s1600/Photo0114%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mRY-WIsZo/Tws-lYHpKuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/jjN6XjLVbqg/s320/Photo0114%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which brings us to today.&amp;nbsp; My first day with my little girl and my little boy while Matt is at work.&amp;nbsp; So far it has gone well, and I am counting my blessings.&amp;nbsp; However, I realize that I am going to be taking life moment by moment for struggles and challenges will come...but they will also go.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that it is so far so good right now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of the friends and family, far and near, who have helped though actions, words, and prayers during this time.&amp;nbsp; Your support has meant more to us that you could ever imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-219810174371130216?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/219810174371130216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=219810174371130216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/219810174371130216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/219810174371130216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6iUS9ThNJU/Tws8pJIWQLI/AAAAAAAABdw/2f5QE4HOhHw/s72-c/DSC02329%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8746222001935886497</id><published>2011-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:54:26.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glen Matthew</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, December 27th I got the information that if nothing had happened by December 30th (and there was room for me) I could be induced and have my baby that day (or soon after).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 29th Mike, Amy, Austin, and Adam came to Roanoke to take care of Grace just in case we were able to be admitted.&amp;nbsp; Matt, Amy and I did not get much sleep at all since we had to be awake at 4am to call the hospital.&amp;nbsp; We woke early and called the hospital and they told us that the floor was full and they would call us if there was room, otherwise we needed to call my doctor and see when the next date would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called at about 7:30 and asked me "Mrs. Daniels, would you like to have a baby today?"&amp;nbsp; I said "Yes!"&amp;nbsp; They told me to come in right away, and we were on the road within 5 minutes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor broke my water, and at about 11:00am they started my Pitocin.&amp;nbsp; By 4:14 we had a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upN1hCuwZN0/Tv9AbeuZzuI/AAAAAAAABbM/UUiS_SDLe5g/s1600/100_1366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upN1hCuwZN0/Tv9AbeuZzuI/AAAAAAAABbM/UUiS_SDLe5g/s320/100_1366.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hello Glen Matthew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aGp9Cau8ro/Tv9Awu30-UI/AAAAAAAABbU/3FiVheQT1gc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aGp9Cau8ro/Tv9Awu30-UI/AAAAAAAABbU/3FiVheQT1gc/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have waited&amp;nbsp;for you for a long time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoPxHlI1EeU/Tv9BF6TN0vI/AAAAAAAABbc/Qs7DLCNmmU8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoPxHlI1EeU/Tv9BF6TN0vI/AAAAAAAABbc/Qs7DLCNmmU8/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You have the sweetest little legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqPHhCxMRYM/Tv9LGLCge7I/AAAAAAAABc0/hGFjZRkrEyM/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqPHhCxMRYM/Tv9LGLCge7I/AAAAAAAABc0/hGFjZRkrEyM/s320/026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the smallest little feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpJlbGVETLQ/Tv9LOqZnWKI/AAAAAAAABc8/y3X5QNPHZEU/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpJlbGVETLQ/Tv9LOqZnWKI/AAAAAAAABc8/y3X5QNPHZEU/s320/030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Though your sister seems to be more interested in her soda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FB6Gq-iS8bQ/Tv9LTvDuD1I/AAAAAAAABdE/4apIedsAU7U/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FB6Gq-iS8bQ/Tv9LTvDuD1I/AAAAAAAABdE/4apIedsAU7U/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She really does love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-9wMhj7SUA/Tv9LYqQPLqI/AAAAAAAABdM/NAn0grxiMPE/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-9wMhj7SUA/Tv9LYqQPLqI/AAAAAAAABdM/NAn0grxiMPE/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She likes to touch your head and feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUmdwkerT0/Tv9LcLbD5yI/AAAAAAAABdU/UeFrZYoCXc4/s1600/IMG_8279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUmdwkerT0/Tv9LcLbD5yI/AAAAAAAABdU/UeFrZYoCXc4/s320/IMG_8279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A happy family of four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS07CSs2lvE/Tv9LfaOSEgI/AAAAAAAABdc/IPujQ58xSHw/s1600/IMG_8280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS07CSs2lvE/Tv9LfaOSEgI/AAAAAAAABdc/IPujQ58xSHw/s320/IMG_8280.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet kisses.&amp;nbsp; A great way to end a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8746222001935886497?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8746222001935886497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8746222001935886497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8746222001935886497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8746222001935886497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/glen-matthew.html' title='Glen Matthew'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upN1hCuwZN0/Tv9AbeuZzuI/AAAAAAAABbM/UUiS_SDLe5g/s72-c/100_1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2610137314832988241</id><published>2011-12-30T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:39:05.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glen'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt and Lana are proud to announce the arrival of Glen Matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SjGOcwIFzU/Tv4uycBY3nI/AAAAAAAABbA/mTiK1e2SbVI/s1600/20111230+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SjGOcwIFzU/Tv4uycBY3nI/AAAAAAAABbA/mTiK1e2SbVI/s320/20111230+009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is 21 inches long and is 8 lbs 13oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2610137314832988241?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2610137314832988241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2610137314832988241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2610137314832988241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2610137314832988241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SjGOcwIFzU/Tv4uycBY3nI/AAAAAAAABbA/mTiK1e2SbVI/s72-c/20111230+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6836084701129369108</id><published>2011-12-29T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:21:18.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glen'/><title type='text'>It's Hopefully The Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is Amy, making a post for Lana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There has been a request or two for a belly pic of Lana.&amp;nbsp; I took it upon myself to take some pictures and get a post done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfOp0cA-_Sg/Tv0QY1CUvzI/AAAAAAAABas/NyNgNLETT_0/s320/IMG_0515%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lana is 39 1/2 weeks in this picture, and feeling VERY done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another picture that was cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqZJ45imS4/Tv0Qdf0j7_I/AAAAAAAABa0/TcHjWKg4RqE/s1600/IMG_0518%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqZJ45imS4/Tv0Qdf0j7_I/AAAAAAAABa0/TcHjWKg4RqE/s320/IMG_0518%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;although she did kiss her brother, in the picture it looks like she bit the belly, it really was a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6836084701129369108?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6836084701129369108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6836084701129369108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6836084701129369108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6836084701129369108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-hopefully-last.html' title='It&apos;s Hopefully The Last!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfOp0cA-_Sg/Tv0QY1CUvzI/AAAAAAAABas/NyNgNLETT_0/s72-c/IMG_0515%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5207502868079238397</id><published>2011-12-17T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:12:19.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday our church held a Christmas coffeehouse.&amp;nbsp; Matt played with the church's praise band, there was the traditional singing of the Christmas carols.&amp;nbsp; Grace ran around and played (and ate much sugar).&amp;nbsp; Once we were getting ready to leave and starting to pack up, Grace discovered the rug that had toys for the kids to play with.&amp;nbsp; There were puzzles and pipe cleaners with pony beads.&amp;nbsp; She was instantly drawn to the colorful beads and with a little help from a sweet child in our neighborhood (she tied off the end so the beads would not slip off) Grace strung up a whole pipe cleaner with beads all by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1zgweOOijI/TuzoxF940qI/AAAAAAAABaQ/v_2gTP_gB60/s1600/IMG_2909%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1zgweOOijI/TuzoxF940qI/AAAAAAAABaQ/v_2gTP_gB60/s320/IMG_2909%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was very amazed.&amp;nbsp; I did not think that she had the attention or the fine motor skill to do that kind of work.&amp;nbsp; I guess I was wrong, and I guess I need to get some beads for our house since she still seems to love putting them on and taking them off (we took her string of beads home and she has continued to play with them each day). &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Bad:&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning Grace was playing in the house and I was trying to start to wash dishes.&amp;nbsp; Before long all I heard was a frantic cry.&amp;nbsp; Grace was standing by a chair with her back toward me.&amp;nbsp; So I scooped her up and tried to cuddle and comfort her as much as I could.&amp;nbsp; I did not know what was going on at this moment but I thought it best to get her calm before assessing the situation.&amp;nbsp; When she would not calm down any after about 30 seconds to minute of cuddling I decided that something was really wrong so I pulled her away from my shoulder and looked at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment my breath was taken from me, because all I could see was blood streaming down her face from area around both her eyes.&amp;nbsp; So I ran to grab a tissue and start blotting at the blood to see where the injury was.&amp;nbsp; I breathed a bit easier when I realized that she had two cuts under her eyes and that her eyes were not the injured objects.&amp;nbsp; But the cuts did not look nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantically I called Matt at work and asked him what I should do.&amp;nbsp; I took a picture with my cell phone and sent it to him e-mail so that he could help me while knowing a bit more about the situation.&amp;nbsp; He agreed that we should see a doctor.&amp;nbsp; So he called the pediatrician and got us an appointment at 2 pm, or if we could leave right now they could see us right away.&amp;nbsp; I left the lights on at the house, I grabbed her shoes (I did not even put them on her feet), I flew out of the house as fast as I could.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the office and they saw us right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clofZDTtaog/TuzpUr9mARI/AAAAAAAABag/63JdL1TgpPU/s1600/IMG_0507%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clofZDTtaog/TuzpUr9mARI/AAAAAAAABag/63JdL1TgpPU/s320/IMG_0507%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the picture that I sent Matt while at work.&amp;nbsp; Not pretty (and it does not help that she was in middle of a blink when I took the picture).&amp;nbsp; So Matt got the picture and put it up on his computer screen to look at it.&amp;nbsp; A man who sits near Matt saw the picture and heard some of the&amp;nbsp; phone calls and asked what was going on.&amp;nbsp; Matt explained that Grace had an accident.&amp;nbsp; His co-worker responded "And why are you still here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt thought about it and agreed.&amp;nbsp; He got to the pediatrician's office just as we were starting to meet with the nurse practitioner.&amp;nbsp; It was so good to see him, and have him help me with caring for Grace at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the nurse practitioner glued Grace's cuts shut.&amp;nbsp; Yes, glue.&amp;nbsp; On some injuries they still do stitches or staples, but on a lot of injuries that are not too bad (but bad enough) they use a special kind of super glue that is made for this.&amp;nbsp; She said that we should wait a week till the glue comes off then start putting on some non scaring cream (though she does not think that it will scar much anyway, but with the location we should not take our chances).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu6Z1N0ZuL4/TuzpLDZGYLI/AAAAAAAABaY/qygVsEuQ8Zw/s1600/IMG_2968%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu6Z1N0ZuL4/TuzpLDZGYLI/AAAAAAAABaY/qygVsEuQ8Zw/s1600/IMG_2968%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu6Z1N0ZuL4/TuzpLDZGYLI/AAAAAAAABaY/qygVsEuQ8Zw/s320/IMG_2968%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now we have a beautiful little girl who looks like she is practicing to be a football player.&amp;nbsp; And many bruises to look forward to.&amp;nbsp; All of her Christmas pictures, 2 year old pictures, and new family of 4 pictures are going to show the events of this day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I look at her and all of her glued, scabbed mess I am so thankful to God that the injuries were as minor as they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5207502868079238397?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5207502868079238397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5207502868079238397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5207502868079238397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5207502868079238397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1zgweOOijI/TuzoxF940qI/AAAAAAAABaQ/v_2gTP_gB60/s72-c/IMG_2909%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5590233056701314791</id><published>2011-12-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:31:12.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment</title><content type='html'>Went to see the doctor for my regular check up regarding Glen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of my one week visits (the end is near!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good.&amp;nbsp; He is measuring well.&amp;nbsp; Heart beat is good.&amp;nbsp; He is very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got checked by the doctor this morning and found out that I am 1cm dilated.&amp;nbsp; I realize that this does not matter much since some women walk around for weeks being partially dilated.&amp;nbsp; But it makes me happy to know that my body is moving in the right direction for me to have this baby in my arms.&amp;nbsp; Also it makes me very happy that I am farther along (in this regard) than I was when I went into the hospital to deliver Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the waiting game continues...I just hope that Glen makes his move soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5590233056701314791?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5590233056701314791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5590233056701314791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5590233056701314791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5590233056701314791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/dr-appointment.html' title='Dr. Appointment'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6961672042122853932</id><published>2011-12-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T03:09:34.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Happenings</title><content type='html'>Also known as...Keep Lana's Mind Off Of This Pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to have this baby.&amp;nbsp; And I think that I am starting to convince this baby that it might be time to come soon (well, we will have to see how my convincing skills are with an unborn child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so that I do not dwell on this topic, Matt and I have been keeping busy with our usual Christmas happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew9xKfK_SHU/TuVQNhD-LGI/AAAAAAAABZw/YTwee6iE3GE/s1600/IMG_0498%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew9xKfK_SHU/TuVQNhD-LGI/AAAAAAAABZw/YTwee6iE3GE/s320/IMG_0498%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First we went to the wagon and tricycle gathering.&amp;nbsp; GE purchases many, many, many wagons and tricycles for the Salvation Army to give out to the needy children of the area.&amp;nbsp; However, they need to be assembled.&amp;nbsp; So they order pizza and invite all workers and families to come and put together these items.&amp;nbsp; I did not get much assembly done, but Grace made sure that each tricycle and wagon were comfy to sit on and ride in.&amp;nbsp; I guess you could call her the quality tester :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujVTSCTpYLo/TuVQSBCvhrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/2fxT7emzxOE/s1600/IMG_0501%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujVTSCTpYLo/TuVQSBCvhrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/2fxT7emzxOE/s320/IMG_0501%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two days later we went to our second usual Christmas event which is simply called Christmas Boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqG1QAM5wZo/TuVQWWMlFFI/AAAAAAAABaA/luRl6q3sq-I/s1600/IMG_0503%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqG1QAM5wZo/TuVQWWMlFFI/AAAAAAAABaA/luRl6q3sq-I/s320/IMG_0503%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GE takes donations for the Christmas Food Basket event, and use the proceeds to purchase bulk goods from the local food pantry.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, other interesting items are purchased.&amp;nbsp; One year, for whatever reason, the food pantry had a pallet full of electric razors.&amp;nbsp; "Sure, we'll use 'em".&amp;nbsp; All of these purchases are brought to a warehouse, where GE volunteers and their families package everything up in large boxes.&amp;nbsp; They used to be baskets, but people got too generous for the contents to fit.&amp;nbsp; Each of these boxes usually end up weighing in at about 60 pounds, and delivered to local people in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3exjjHM6kSo/TuVQaWm7lnI/AAAAAAAABaI/NYcRvjyENJ4/s1600/IMG_0505%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3exjjHM6kSo/TuVQaWm7lnI/AAAAAAAABaI/NYcRvjyENJ4/s320/IMG_0505%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The official count was 502 boxes filled that morning.&amp;nbsp; Grace loved riding the cart (and the boxes) through the packing area where people were placing items in the boxes.&amp;nbsp; She also met a very nice lady named Miss Julie who carried her and helped Matt push the cart to where it needed to go.&amp;nbsp; Later in the process, Grace would climb around the top of the boxes, pushing the lids closed, and holding them shut for the tape.&amp;nbsp; She had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how these events would work with an active and determined two year old, but being enticed (bribed) with the idea of wagon rides, throwing away trash from the wagon/tricycle assembly, and donuts, does amazing things and Grace was very good through most of the events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6961672042122853932?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6961672042122853932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6961672042122853932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6961672042122853932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6961672042122853932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-happenings.html' title='Christmas Happenings'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew9xKfK_SHU/TuVQNhD-LGI/AAAAAAAABZw/YTwee6iE3GE/s72-c/IMG_0498%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7004926461168144540</id><published>2011-12-06T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:35:17.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling With The Bells</title><content type='html'>Last night Matt and I did our first of many Christmas type items (that are planned and put on the calendar mainly to keep my mind off of this pregnancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went caroling with our handbell choir.&amp;nbsp; There was no singing done, but many carols were rung.&amp;nbsp; We went to one of the local hospitals and played on their oncology, labor and delivery, pediatric floors, and also the lobby of the hospital.&amp;nbsp; Many nurses, doctors, patients, and family members came into the hallways to hear and see our caroling.&amp;nbsp; One person even Skyped us, I am guessing it was to a patient that was stuck in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people thanked us and told us how wonderful it sounded.&amp;nbsp; I was just happy to be there and to see smiles on their faces.&amp;nbsp; Toward the end of our journey it was getting kind of rough for me to help with all of the setting up, tearing down, moving from floor to floor, etc.&amp;nbsp; But all in all, I am glad that we did it and I look forward to doing it again in future years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7004926461168144540?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7004926461168144540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7004926461168144540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7004926461168144540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7004926461168144540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/12/caroling-with-bells.html' title='Caroling With The Bells'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4374222024570227578</id><published>2011-11-28T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:21:21.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At Mamaw and Papaw's Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the last days that we spent at my mom and dad's (during our extended stay recently), mom decided that she needed to bake bread.&amp;nbsp; During that time, Grace also decided that she needed to bake bread.&amp;nbsp; Mom was a good sport with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxPNopnF_os/TtPdAG1QFtI/AAAAAAAABYg/4po2L_9zYWc/s320/IMG_0480%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace got her own bowl full of dough to mix together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9L0NaSEDu1k/TtPdE94-n_I/AAAAAAAABYo/mos4DSSwbXw/s1600/IMG_0485%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9L0NaSEDu1k/TtPdE94-n_I/AAAAAAAABYo/mos4DSSwbXw/s320/IMG_0485%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was time to mix mom's and Grace's dough together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwEf18ZAyHw/TtPdSpWLgVI/AAAAAAAABYw/hDFXRAan3-A/s1600/IMG_0487%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwEf18ZAyHw/TtPdSpWLgVI/AAAAAAAABYw/hDFXRAan3-A/s320/IMG_0487%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a little bit of time, the dough was ready to be kneaded after the first rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdf1TN3TtI/TtPdXWPdY_I/AAAAAAAABY4/dYZsHiQE964/s1600/IMG_0490%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdf1TN3TtI/TtPdXWPdY_I/AAAAAAAABY4/dYZsHiQE964/s320/IMG_0490%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You must always remember to smack the dough (to get out the air bubbles, but hey...it is also just fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUQwvY_o5zk/TtPdj8RTCdI/AAAAAAAABZA/rtynSOHpjiw/s1600/IMG_0492%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUQwvY_o5zk/TtPdj8RTCdI/AAAAAAAABZA/rtynSOHpjiw/s320/IMG_0492%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Grace got her own special dough to play with.&amp;nbsp; And a rolling pin too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMqj1pN5_Qs/TtPdn494iTI/AAAAAAAABZI/2ZEQBdgPxKA/s1600/IMG_0494%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMqj1pN5_Qs/TtPdn494iTI/AAAAAAAABZI/2ZEQBdgPxKA/s320/IMG_0494%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After her nap, she woke to see what she had made earlier.&amp;nbsp; A large square flat loaf of bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXCzEboyJEc/TtPduDMEZrI/AAAAAAAABZQ/BTLrl1_izwk/s1600/IMG_0497%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXCzEboyJEc/TtPduDMEZrI/AAAAAAAABZQ/BTLrl1_izwk/s320/IMG_0497%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It passed the taste test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4374222024570227578?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4374222024570227578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4374222024570227578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4374222024570227578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4374222024570227578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-at-mamaw-and-papaws-part-4.html' title='Fun At Mamaw and Papaw&apos;s Part 4'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxPNopnF_os/TtPdAG1QFtI/AAAAAAAABYg/4po2L_9zYWc/s72-c/IMG_0480%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4112306090708272807</id><published>2011-11-24T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:10:51.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The love of Legos of all shapes and sizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These very large legos have been at my parent's house for quite awhile.&amp;nbsp; But recently the grandkids have discovered them again and Grace thinks that they are just the best thing ever.&amp;nbsp; And she puts her whole self in trying to move and stack them (and she almost always succeeds!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAiY23HZLs/Ts6GuyMFzbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/2ryzF2adRrw/s320/IMG_0476%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today, with some help, she built a little fort.&amp;nbsp; We played "Three Little Pigs" and knocked down the fort a few times because the wolf "blew" it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iia8fP2UxQ4/Ts6HJOkSLoI/AAAAAAAABYY/h6QfwHB7-Z8/s1600/IMG_0478%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iia8fP2UxQ4/Ts6HJOkSLoI/AAAAAAAABYY/h6QfwHB7-Z8/s320/IMG_0478%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a little help, she also built a chair, just her size and once again perfect for knocking down when she was done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a toy that Matt loves.&amp;nbsp; First, it is legos(ish).&amp;nbsp; Second, they can be transformed to almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is loving them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4112306090708272807?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4112306090708272807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4112306090708272807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4112306090708272807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4112306090708272807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like Father, Like Daughter'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAiY23HZLs/Ts6GuyMFzbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/2ryzF2adRrw/s72-c/IMG_0476%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5521212436805872584</id><published>2011-11-21T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:05:30.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At Mamaw and Papaw's Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEE5w-scqsA/TssCkuXnM-I/AAAAAAAABYI/K4Rf0d3BDrY/s1600/IMG_0473%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEE5w-scqsA/TssCkuXnM-I/AAAAAAAABYI/K4Rf0d3BDrY/s320/IMG_0473%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace likes chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom and dad keep some of their more prized snacks (chocolate) away from the grandkids in a dresser that is located by dad's chair.&amp;nbsp; We were busy in the house and Grace was very quiet.&amp;nbsp; When we found her we realized that she had gotten into mom and dad's stash of chocolate.&amp;nbsp; When this was discovered, mom pretty much laughed then asked for a camera for a photo of this action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5521212436805872584?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5521212436805872584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5521212436805872584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5521212436805872584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5521212436805872584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-at-mamaw-and-papaws-part-3.html' title='Fun At Mamaw and Papaw&apos;s Part 3'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEE5w-scqsA/TssCkuXnM-I/AAAAAAAABYI/K4Rf0d3BDrY/s72-c/IMG_0473%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3594352295856876370</id><published>2011-11-19T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:33:12.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At Mamaw and Papaw's Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Mom, Grace has some markers and is in the living room with them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"That is OK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Mom, Grace has a pen and is marking up things in the house"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"That is OK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Mom, Grace is decorating your yard stick with a pen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"That is OK.&amp;nbsp; And she is doing so well drawing on it.&amp;nbsp; I will sign her name and age to it so that I will know when she did it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRWmoM6DgmY/Tshlv2aH8kI/AAAAAAAABYA/D-H36L7z3bc/s320/IMG_0467%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me tell you, if I were to do that when I was young...it would not have been the same reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, she did do a very good job staying on the narrow stick and decorating the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3594352295856876370?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3594352295856876370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3594352295856876370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3594352295856876370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3594352295856876370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-at-mamaw-and-papaws-part-2.html' title='Fun At Mamaw and Papaw&apos;s Part 2'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRWmoM6DgmY/Tshlv2aH8kI/AAAAAAAABYA/D-H36L7z3bc/s72-c/IMG_0467%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5043718393912490199</id><published>2011-11-15T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:27:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si5rkbWXn2E/TsLXgsfW5eI/AAAAAAAABXw/S2zoK9T5djA/s1600/IMG_0465%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si5rkbWXn2E/TsLXgsfW5eI/AAAAAAAABXw/S2zoK9T5djA/s320/IMG_0465%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRCwme9zUjU/TsLYBqKvWxI/AAAAAAAABX4/sGpKtScO0q0/s1600/IMG_0466%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRCwme9zUjU/TsLYBqKvWxI/AAAAAAAABX4/sGpKtScO0q0/s320/IMG_0466%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, some pictures of pretty flowers that we have at home.&amp;nbsp; Matt, your plants are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the OBGYN today and all is well with Glen.&amp;nbsp; Measurement is good, heart beat is good, all is well.&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is that for the second appointment I have lost weight rather than gained.&amp;nbsp; Typically women gain weight at this point in their pregnancy but I have been losing.&amp;nbsp; However, since my drastic change in my diet due to gestation diabetes the nurse and the doctor say that this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy claims that I am going to weigh less after delivering Glen then I&amp;nbsp; weighed before I got pregnant with him.&amp;nbsp; I think that if this keeps up, she just might be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5043718393912490199?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5043718393912490199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5043718393912490199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5043718393912490199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5043718393912490199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/dr-appointment.html' title='Dr. Appointment'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si5rkbWXn2E/TsLXgsfW5eI/AAAAAAAABXw/S2zoK9T5djA/s72-c/IMG_0465%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8807654117687318200</id><published>2011-11-14T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T04:29:31.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall In Roanoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I must say that Matt and I might just live in one of the most beautiful places during the fall.&amp;nbsp; We have a mountain in our backyard, and a mountain ridge out the front.&amp;nbsp; So when the leaves change we are surrounded by gorgeous color. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, this year I think that the most beautiful sight that we have is the maple in our front yard!&lt;/div&gt;When the light hits it just right it looks like a flaming, red fire.&amp;nbsp; It is just spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRMO1C1Loc/TsEFtOB7cvI/AAAAAAAABXI/hni-T4gVF9o/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRMO1C1Loc/TsEFtOB7cvI/AAAAAAAABXI/hni-T4gVF9o/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is still one of Grace's favorite places to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I just want to swing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SoPgIeGEKc/TsEGIA1gBQI/AAAAAAAABXQ/2ueQHPECT8c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SoPgIeGEKc/TsEGIA1gBQI/AAAAAAAABXQ/2ueQHPECT8c/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Almost"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDKZEtdNdk/TsEGkm4Xs_I/AAAAAAAABXY/HQ-RD0n2vhY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDKZEtdNdk/TsEGkm4Xs_I/AAAAAAAABXY/HQ-RD0n2vhY/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Swing, swing, swing :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXSfrMgAe9w/TsEG7iUUz-I/AAAAAAAABXg/WGmb5Wl8fxY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXSfrMgAe9w/TsEG7iUUz-I/AAAAAAAABXg/WGmb5Wl8fxY/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And guess what else?&amp;nbsp; I am now tall enough to pick the leaves off of the low branches!&amp;nbsp; I pick them off, throw them in the air, and watch them fall.&amp;nbsp; The fun never ends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JXaowER3Es/TsEHWlMaawI/AAAAAAAABXo/U_zzUKDyBmk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JXaowER3Es/TsEHWlMaawI/AAAAAAAABXo/U_zzUKDyBmk/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love fall, but I am glad that it is soon going to be winter.&amp;nbsp; For winter means closer to the time of Glen's arrival...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8807654117687318200?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8807654117687318200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8807654117687318200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8807654117687318200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8807654117687318200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-in-roanoke.html' title='Fall In Roanoke'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRMO1C1Loc/TsEFtOB7cvI/AAAAAAAABXI/hni-T4gVF9o/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7825962737170837573</id><published>2011-11-13T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:54:47.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At Mamaw and Papaw's</title><content type='html'>It has been said that grandchildren are treated differently than the children.&amp;nbsp; It is also said that grandchildren are able to get away with a lot more than the parents were as children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first of many upcoming posts that will chronicle that exact fact.&amp;nbsp; The difference of the treatment of Grace vs. what I would have been able to get away with as a child :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun At Mamaw and Papaw's #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace Likes To Do Dishes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LgVao_QY40/TsBYfxESVTI/AAAAAAAABXA/0_Bl_LWTQFA/s1600/IMG_0464%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LgVao_QY40/TsBYfxESVTI/AAAAAAAABXA/0_Bl_LWTQFA/s320/IMG_0464%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7825962737170837573?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7825962737170837573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7825962737170837573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7825962737170837573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7825962737170837573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-at-mamaw-and-papaws.html' title='Fun At Mamaw and Papaw&apos;s'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LgVao_QY40/TsBYfxESVTI/AAAAAAAABXA/0_Bl_LWTQFA/s72-c/IMG_0464%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7307261997986498147</id><published>2011-11-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:07:36.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over...Again</title><content type='html'>About two months ago we got Grace used to her toddler bed.&amp;nbsp; Involved was many nights of sleeping in the bed with her, sitting by the bed while she fell asleep and comforting her when she woke up.&amp;nbsp; It was a trying time but worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we were in Harrisonburg visiting family.&amp;nbsp; My parents had a crib that Grace had slept in since she was about 6 months old.&amp;nbsp; We had been having no trouble of her sleeping in the crib in the past, even when she was sleeping in the toddler bed at our house.&amp;nbsp; Well, this time we put her in the crib and she screamed and screamed and would not sleep.&amp;nbsp; Matt, mom, and I all took turns with her during the night because she would NOT got into the crib.&amp;nbsp; Though I was not sure that was the only reason that she was throwing such a fit, we decided to take down the crib and see if it would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not like having the mattress on the floor during her nap, but that night she slept well.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I did have to lay down with her.&amp;nbsp; Then she napped the next day (once again with me next to her till she fell asleep).&amp;nbsp; And she slept well the following night (I slept some of the night on the floor next to her).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am training her again on how to sleep in a toddler bed.&amp;nbsp; But I think we are making slow progress.&amp;nbsp; And if she can get used to it, it will make our trips up north just a bit nicer for all involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7307261997986498147?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7307261997986498147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7307261997986498147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7307261997986498147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7307261997986498147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/starting-overagain.html' title='Starting Over...Again'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3503228472542071232</id><published>2011-11-01T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:52:26.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Try Is A Charm?</title><content type='html'>I had a OBGYN appointment today and all was going well in the morning.&amp;nbsp; We were all fed, dressed, happy and ready to go on time.&amp;nbsp; Then I got to the car and all I got was a click, click, click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Matt frantically telling him that the car would not start.&amp;nbsp; I put the phone on speaker and let him listen to the click, click, click.&amp;nbsp; He told me that it sounded like the battery :(&amp;nbsp; I was starting to be late for the appointment at this moment and I was not happy that my car would not start, and life was just not looking good for me.&amp;nbsp; He offered to drive home and pick me up or at least take care of me, and I jumped at the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to my neighbor's house and he came over to see what was wrong with the car.&amp;nbsp; He agreed that it was the battery.&amp;nbsp; He drove his car over and tried to jump it three times.&amp;nbsp; It still did not work, but I was glad that he tried to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the doctor's office and told them that I would not make my appointment and had it rescheduled for almost three hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt (my knight in a silver armored car) drove up and he DID get my car jumped.&amp;nbsp; He took the car to an auto shop and got the battery changed.&amp;nbsp; The man at the battery shop even told Matt that there was still enough charge in the battery that we should run it a bit longer.&amp;nbsp; Matt did not bat an eyelash, he said that he wanted a new battery to make his pregnant, emotional wife happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to the appointment on the second try.&amp;nbsp; All is well with my blood sugars.&amp;nbsp; All is well with Glen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and I should be able to start my car in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3503228472542071232?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3503228472542071232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3503228472542071232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3503228472542071232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3503228472542071232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/11/second-try-is-charm.html' title='Second Try Is A Charm?'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2170574763240316153</id><published>2011-10-31T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:02:22.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween from our little lion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iEzouoJq_I/Tq83AfwWHzI/AAAAAAAABWM/BePqAlzw3wo/s1600/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iEzouoJq_I/Tq83AfwWHzI/AAAAAAAABWM/BePqAlzw3wo/s320/halloween.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2170574763240316153?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2170574763240316153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2170574763240316153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2170574763240316153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2170574763240316153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iEzouoJq_I/Tq83AfwWHzI/AAAAAAAABWM/BePqAlzw3wo/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8624481329858329343</id><published>2011-10-26T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:47:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How A Child Makes You Worry...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Grace was playing like usual and before I knew it she took a face plant right into the edge of a chair.&amp;nbsp; Screaming ensued.&amp;nbsp; I quickly gathered her up and tried to console her so that I could assess the damage.&amp;nbsp; I could not see much wrong until I noticed the large amounts of blood coming from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a great fear of mine...any mouth wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the bleeding down a little, and started to play with her teeth to see if any were wiggly.&amp;nbsp; None felt looser than the others so I thought her teeth might be ok.&amp;nbsp; But the bleeding would not stop, it just slowed greatly.&amp;nbsp; I blotted it, I gave her milk and water to drink (that were very cold), I kept her calm, I could not think of anything else to do so when I exhausted all of my ideas and it was already a half an hour after her nap time, I put her down for nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up happy but her bed showed signs that her mouth did not stop bleeding :(&amp;nbsp; So I started the frantic calling that a mother does when she does not know what else to do.&amp;nbsp; I called Matt, he did his best but he could not do much from work.&amp;nbsp; I ran to the neighbors and asked advice.&amp;nbsp; I called the pediatrician that she goes to and talked to a nurse.&amp;nbsp; The consensus was that if the tooth was not loose (which it was not) then it was just damage to the gum which would heal quickly (not quick enough for me).&amp;nbsp; The nurse said that if the bleeding did not stop by the next day that we should go to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I worried, but I could not do anything.&amp;nbsp; I fed Grace applesauce and anything else that was soft that would not harm her mouth any more.&amp;nbsp; We did A LOT of cuddling (I do not know if it was for my benefit or hers).&amp;nbsp; And she had a normal night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke this morning.&amp;nbsp; No bleeding.&amp;nbsp; She ate well and even begged for graham crackers and ate them well.&amp;nbsp; Her gum does not look the best, but it looks better than yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Her tooth is still not loose :)&amp;nbsp; Her tooth is still the same as all the others (so it did not shift or die or anything obvious, at least not yet).&amp;nbsp; I think that she just hurt her gum, but oh the worries of a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is happy as can be, and I am slowly recovering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8624481329858329343?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8624481329858329343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8624481329858329343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8624481329858329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8624481329858329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-how-child-makes-you-worry.html' title='Oh How A Child Makes You Worry...'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3993597102659899449</id><published>2011-10-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:32:18.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Picture</title><content type='html'>While driving home from Walmart today I came to the realization that I have not even thought about doing weekly pregnancy pics like I did with Grace.&amp;nbsp; With Grace we took pictures every two weeks or so...I have not even taken one with Glen yet and I am almost 30 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has flown by, and my lovely (almost) 2 year old has kept me from dwelling on the pregnancy like I did with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado...here is the lovely picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc6Fr1fTXKM/TqNSXhjJ2qI/AAAAAAAABV8/lYDJjEAUF8E/s1600/IMG_0451%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc6Fr1fTXKM/TqNSXhjJ2qI/AAAAAAAABV8/lYDJjEAUF8E/s320/IMG_0451%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not much longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3993597102659899449?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3993597102659899449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3993597102659899449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3993597102659899449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3993597102659899449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/pregnancy-picture.html' title='Pregnancy Picture'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc6Fr1fTXKM/TqNSXhjJ2qI/AAAAAAAABV8/lYDJjEAUF8E/s72-c/IMG_0451%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5755734529834230808</id><published>2011-10-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:13:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up thinking how thankful I am for GE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all with everything going on recently in the US, I am very thankful that Matt has a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in addition to that with all of my prenatal and recently my gestational diabetes testing and education classes I am thankful that Matt has something called FWA (flexible work arrangement).&amp;nbsp; This means that he can go in an hour early or work an hour longer and use an hour during the day for the appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for Matt having so much personal business time.&amp;nbsp; This is time that is built into his hours that is to be used for doctors appointments or whatever is needed at the time (if he uses an hour then the hour is given back to him in one year, so it is a constant amount that is coming and going, but Matt has been known not to use much of it in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is going to sound strange but I am thankful for the turnover in staff in the past few years.&amp;nbsp; About two years after Matt began working at GE many of our friends/his co-workers left in droves.&amp;nbsp; That was not fun, but it allowed for a great situation for us.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain...Those that left were all of the single, or very newly married individuals.&amp;nbsp; So now most of what is left is all of the family men/women who have wife/husband and kids at home.&amp;nbsp; When Matt tells them about an appointment that I have, or how we are sick, etc, his boss or whoever he is working on a project with at the time tells him that unless he has a meeting that he HAS to be at, or a project that he HAS to be on site for (which is rare) they tell him to go and take care of family.&amp;nbsp; They understand little ones, they understand the importance of family.&amp;nbsp; I have especially heard of this coming from his manager who, as long as he is told ahead of time, does not mind Matt working from home or using FWA.&amp;nbsp; I have baked this man a cake for my gratitude in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for GE and how understanding they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not thankful that they are sending him out to Kuwait during my last trimester :(&lt;br /&gt;But we will survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5755734529834230808?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5755734529834230808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5755734529834230808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5755734529834230808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5755734529834230808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4345885681456594900</id><published>2011-10-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:27:57.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move Has Been Made....</title><content type='html'>To Grace's big girl bedroom.&amp;nbsp; Welcome to her room, I will give you a quick tour around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First you will notice that there is no question at all about who's room it is.&amp;nbsp; If you look above the door there is her Grace sign that was made by her uncle for her nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyi9pUno6lY/TptyfR6EALI/AAAAAAAABVc/GsCpsHJRcEY/s1600/IMG_0445%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyi9pUno6lY/TptyfR6EALI/AAAAAAAABVc/GsCpsHJRcEY/s320/IMG_0445%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the left of the door you will find a reading corner.&amp;nbsp; Complete with books, bookends that Matt picked out for her, stuffed animals, and a picture of her and her cousin Ellie reading books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryNva0Aj0-0/Tptytz15jeI/AAAAAAAABV0/e_N8_boKaH0/s1600/IMG_0446%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryNva0Aj0-0/Tptytz15jeI/AAAAAAAABV0/e_N8_boKaH0/s320/IMG_0446%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To the right of the door you will see Grace's dresser, shoe rack, and vanity which is now her play table.&amp;nbsp; Grace loves to just sit in front of it and stare at herself in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8HwB2ywAPE/TptypWvaTGI/AAAAAAAABVs/myYMq5EsHzA/s1600/IMG_0444%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8HwB2ywAPE/TptypWvaTGI/AAAAAAAABVs/myYMq5EsHzA/s320/IMG_0444%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To the right of the window we have&amp;nbsp; Grace's bed, complete with 3 stuffed animals, pillow, and two very special blankets.&amp;nbsp; With such a wonderful bed as this it makes me wonder why she chose to spend her nap time today on the couch in her room...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPkORITRtAo/TptykfYPAeI/AAAAAAAABVk/mMp7jdpnC8o/s1600/IMG_0442%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPkORITRtAo/TptykfYPAeI/AAAAAAAABVk/mMp7jdpnC8o/s320/IMG_0442%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the couch that Grace decided was worthy of her nap time today.&amp;nbsp; Matt asked to have a sitting area in Grace's room so that we can read books to her.&amp;nbsp; We already have a glider rocker in the nursery for the new baby, so we decided to move the couch from the nursery into Grace's room.&amp;nbsp; It fits well, and she has loved having it in her room (it has gotten more use in this room than it ever did in the nursery already). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr21tDWw6Ec/TptyZny4dUI/AAAAAAAABVU/vfF0N4KVbfQ/s1600/IMG_0443%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr21tDWw6Ec/TptyZny4dUI/AAAAAAAABVU/vfF0N4KVbfQ/s320/IMG_0443%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe that this room will always be a work in progress, much like the rest of the house is.&amp;nbsp; But, it is a very nice room already and Grace seems to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; When she walks in the room or is playing in the room you usually can hear her saying "guys" which in Grace speak means "butterflies."&amp;nbsp; She loves pointing them out and touching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beginning to be such a big girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4345885681456594900?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4345885681456594900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4345885681456594900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4345885681456594900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4345885681456594900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/move-has-been-made.html' title='The Move Has Been Made....'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyi9pUno6lY/TptyfR6EALI/AAAAAAAABVc/GsCpsHJRcEY/s72-c/IMG_0445%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2638246071373140968</id><published>2011-10-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:46:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Swinging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_h_jCUr5CA/TpDuViexy7I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0hXZPMRTDXQ/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_h_jCUr5CA/TpDuViexy7I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0hXZPMRTDXQ/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have a maple tree in our front yard.&amp;nbsp; We have always loved that tree.&amp;nbsp; Grace recently discovered the lowest branch on the tree is just the right height for her.&amp;nbsp; Every day when we go out to the front yard she makes sure that she spends a little time hanging and swinging from the lowest branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this girl think of next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2638246071373140968?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2638246071373140968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2638246071373140968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2638246071373140968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2638246071373140968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-swinging.html' title='Just A Swinging'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_h_jCUr5CA/TpDuViexy7I/AAAAAAAABVQ/0hXZPMRTDXQ/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3781542750957513155</id><published>2011-10-08T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:32:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header</title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find Grace in all of the doll babies?&amp;nbsp; Who am I kidding, she is a doll baby herself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3781542750957513155?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3781542750957513155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3781542750957513155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3781542750957513155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3781542750957513155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-header.html' title='New Header'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3733855863473686244</id><published>2011-10-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:33:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment</title><content type='html'>I had a Dr. appointment today for Glen.&amp;nbsp; He is doing just fine.&amp;nbsp; Measurements are good, weight is good, heart beat is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do the glucose drink today to test for gestational diabetes.&amp;nbsp; I failed the test.&amp;nbsp; So I have to go in on Tuesday of next week and do a longer and more in depth test.&amp;nbsp; I had to do the same thing when I was pregnant with Grace, but I am still not looking forward to it.&amp;nbsp; I also hate the idea that I might be gestational diabetic, but this is a minor problem for pregnancy and we will learn how to work with/deal with it if that is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the up side, I am close enough to the end of my pregnancy that I am starting to see the doctor every two weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3733855863473686244?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3733855863473686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3733855863473686244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3733855863473686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3733855863473686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/10/dr-appointment.html' title='Dr. Appointment'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8057761141328043563</id><published>2011-09-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:42:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt and I decided that this year might be fun to start a family tradition.&amp;nbsp; In the last month or so he had been talking a lot about a pumpkin patch that his family visited in North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; I had been hearing a lot about a local pumpkin patch called Layman Family Farms, but I wondered if it would hold up to Matt's expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGKKPJlHZiw/Tn0q03tATTI/AAAAAAAABUI/3eHc014sw6g/s320/IMG_8202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got there about 2:00 on a Saturday and as a surprise to us, it was not very crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udg9wOETWkk/Tn0q4enB8qI/AAAAAAAABUM/GtdmaHlcgJ4/s1600/IMG_8206.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udg9wOETWkk/Tn0q4enB8qI/AAAAAAAABUM/GtdmaHlcgJ4/s320/IMG_8206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We paid our admission, got our wrist bands, grabbed a map of the corn maze and headed out.&amp;nbsp; We decided to try the corn maze as our first activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJsjFgbUsKY/Tn0q9wcq2aI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZayJ3Xp0XEs/s1600/IMG_8208.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJsjFgbUsKY/Tn0q9wcq2aI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZayJ3Xp0XEs/s320/IMG_8208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Following our fearless leader, we headed into the deep jungle of corn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFX656jloRU/Tn0q_93T9-I/AAAAAAAABUY/tHorR8HBjy4/s1600/IMG_8212.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFX656jloRU/Tn0q_93T9-I/AAAAAAAABUY/tHorR8HBjy4/s320/IMG_8212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But our leader got sidetracked many, many times.&amp;nbsp; Quite often she found  parts of the ground that needed to be swept or cleaned.&amp;nbsp; Or she would  find large dirt clods that needed to be carried from one location to  another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkHOcDD1mdk/ToEYm51_YeI/AAAAAAAABU0/mDpymmzpBdA/s1600/IMG_0428%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkHOcDD1mdk/ToEYm51_YeI/AAAAAAAABU0/mDpymmzpBdA/s320/IMG_0428%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So every once in awhile she had to have a guiding hand from her daddy to help her along in the maze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22hLjmk0zdE/Tn0rFzMS56I/AAAAAAAABUc/grs8mSOEDTk/s1600/IMG_8218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22hLjmk0zdE/Tn0rFzMS56I/AAAAAAAABUc/grs8mSOEDTk/s320/IMG_8218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next we discovered the corn crib.&amp;nbsp; It was like a huge sandbox but instead of sand there was corn kernels to play with.&amp;nbsp; It took a bit for Grace to get up the courage to go in and play, but once she got in there we could not get her out (and we were finding corn kernels in the most interesting of places for the next few hours).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7imkDkxFUc/Tn0rHVUuWCI/AAAAAAAABUg/7gpfikqKzJM/s1600/IMG_8220.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7imkDkxFUc/Tn0rHVUuWCI/AAAAAAAABUg/7gpfikqKzJM/s320/IMG_8220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then up the hill to the cow train.&amp;nbsp; Grace did not want to ride this alone so Matt was nice enough to fold himself in half and stuff himself into one of the cow train cars for a ride around the field.&amp;nbsp; Once she got to ride on her daddy's lap she was as happy as a lark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJMMNan1bF4/ToEYtjYJMHI/AAAAAAAABU4/NhDZMwsTg9w/s1600/IMG_0431%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJMMNan1bF4/ToEYtjYJMHI/AAAAAAAABU4/NhDZMwsTg9w/s320/IMG_0431%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3XTCu3fSeo/Tn0rNLsMPDI/AAAAAAAABUk/fHkYInG44x4/s1600/IMG_8230.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3XTCu3fSeo/Tn0rNLsMPDI/AAAAAAAABUk/fHkYInG44x4/s320/IMG_8230.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We could not leave the cow train station without riding on the tire horse swing.&amp;nbsp; These were so cool, and they were each made out of one complete tire.&amp;nbsp; Grace fit in the seat very well and had wonderful hand holds with the ears.&amp;nbsp; She enjoys all swings but this one she could do on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye7e1rJxRxE/Tn0rR2xErtI/AAAAAAAABUo/jflHO9oLeLc/s1600/IMG_8252.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye7e1rJxRxE/Tn0rR2xErtI/AAAAAAAABUo/jflHO9oLeLc/s320/IMG_8252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally it was off to do what we came here for.&amp;nbsp; A hayride to find the perfect pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7Vb2u4w6E/Tn0rZ3MU7JI/AAAAAAAABUs/DCS7xF_GDMU/s1600/IMG_8264.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7Vb2u4w6E/Tn0rZ3MU7JI/AAAAAAAABUs/DCS7xF_GDMU/s320/IMG_8264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy, I want this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BR2lqPFNG8/Tn0riNa0kGI/AAAAAAAABUw/zio8KJMadRQ/s1600/IMG_8268.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BR2lqPFNG8/Tn0riNa0kGI/AAAAAAAABUw/zio8KJMadRQ/s320/IMG_8268.JPG" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did not get the bumpy, mutated one.&amp;nbsp; We got a nice, "normal" pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Grace seemed just fine with it.&amp;nbsp; She had to hold it on her lap on the hayride back to the barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I forgot one thing that Matt did that we did not get pictures of.&amp;nbsp; He had the chance to shoot two pumpkins out of a pumpkin cannon.&amp;nbsp; He tells me that they explode very nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally it was time to go. Matt stated that the pumpkin patch was not exactly what he remembered, but it was a good place and fun to go to.&amp;nbsp; I do feel that we have started a new family tradition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/952738557937696054-8057761141328043563?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8057761141328043563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8057761141328043563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8057761141328043563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8057761141328043563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGKKPJlHZiw/Tn0q03tATTI/AAAAAAAABUI/3eHc014sw6g/s72-c/IMG_8202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7911842199629972126</id><published>2011-09-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:55:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek For A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g35l6ygaXOc/TnjtUjNHfJI/AAAAAAAABUA/gsCJLfONuQk/s1600/20110919+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g35l6ygaXOc/TnjtUjNHfJI/AAAAAAAABUA/gsCJLfONuQk/s320/20110919+016.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matt and I have always enjoyed visiting the local finds and "tourist traps."&amp;nbsp; Which Virginia and especially interstate 81 have many of (mostly historical and wonderful).&amp;nbsp; Friday we decided to stay local though and experience our own city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past four years I have heard about a Greek festival being held in the city.&amp;nbsp; I have seen banners and billboards but have not paid much attention to them.&amp;nbsp; Well, last Sunday I was listening to the radio while getting ready for church and I heard an advertisement for the Greek Festival this year.&amp;nbsp; It would be held Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I thought that if we desired to, this could be a fun thing to finally go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday comes along and after Matt comes home from work we decide to jump back in the car and go to the Greek Festival.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; We listened to a live band play Greek music (Grace and I danced).&amp;nbsp; Then we watched a group of people in authentic dress dance Greek dances.&amp;nbsp; We got some wonderful food (which Grace did not partake of :(&amp;nbsp; We ate Gyros, and Greek fries, and some wonderful desserts that we have no idea what they were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace's favorite part of the festival was trying to walk up and down the ramp and stairs to the kitchen where they were preparing all of the food.&amp;nbsp; She also enjoyed touching and playing with the plastic fencing that kept the festival contained.&amp;nbsp; Finally she really enjoyed just standing and staring at the port-a-potties.&amp;nbsp; She did not touch them or use them, she just liked to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was a great way to end a long work week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7911842199629972126?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7911842199629972126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7911842199629972126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7911842199629972126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7911842199629972126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/greek-for-day.html' title='Greek For A Day'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g35l6ygaXOc/TnjtUjNHfJI/AAAAAAAABUA/gsCJLfONuQk/s72-c/20110919+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1329814859376034259</id><published>2011-09-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:51:29.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last Sunday our church had a picnic at the picnic shelter just beyond our church building.&amp;nbsp; It was a potluck so everyone brought food, there was ladder ball to play, cornhole to play, and they had part of the parking lot coned off for chalk drawing and twister (for the younger kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Grace only had eyes for the gravel and would not leave the area where loose rocks could be found.&amp;nbsp; Later she discovered the wonders of the chalk and was very busy with that.&amp;nbsp; Finally she discovered Twister and joined in on a game that was already being played.&amp;nbsp; I do not think that she quite understands the rules yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGPn7K6MD5U/TnaNWnkTEyI/AAAAAAAABTw/EZdmZVcwvyA/s1600/20110912+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGPn7K6MD5U/TnaNWnkTEyI/AAAAAAAABTw/EZdmZVcwvyA/s320/20110912+032.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a fun game of Twister, Grace decided to be her daddy's cheering section as he played a game of cornhole.&amp;nbsp; It was a good thing too because it just might have been her cheering that helped his team beat the other team.&amp;nbsp; Good job Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the game, it was time to eat.&amp;nbsp; I picked many, many things off of the tables for Grace to try and to eat.&amp;nbsp; What did she end up eating?&amp;nbsp; Cheese and grapes!&amp;nbsp; She ate all of the grapes that were available.&amp;nbsp; She would not eat anything else (though there was some wonderful food there).&amp;nbsp; Oh well, at least she ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuL-K8Cj8fg/TnaNKC0J8WI/AAAAAAAABTs/0StTRTAYnug/s1600/20110912+030+Football.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuL-K8Cj8fg/TnaNKC0J8WI/AAAAAAAABTs/0StTRTAYnug/s320/20110912+030+Football.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then off to play again.&amp;nbsp; This time Grace went up the hill and found a group of about 10 older kids playing football and she decided that she needed to join in.&amp;nbsp; They were very good about it and let her have the ball every now and then.&amp;nbsp; She thought it was the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZdAWGQCdBc/TnaN5yCwnrI/AAAAAAAABT4/kg0L2SLXAKc/s1600/IMG_0426%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZdAWGQCdBc/TnaN5yCwnrI/AAAAAAAABT4/kg0L2SLXAKc/s320/IMG_0426%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally we relaxed in our chairs and waited for the bonfire and sing-along that was to happen after dinner.&amp;nbsp; We sang, and ran around some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience and Matt and I had a chance to talk to some people in church that we usually do not have a chance to talk to much.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that we went.&amp;nbsp; More than that, I am glad that Grace had a good time and wore herself out while there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1329814859376034259?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1329814859376034259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1329814859376034259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1329814859376034259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1329814859376034259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/church-picnic.html' title='Church Picnic'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGPn7K6MD5U/TnaNWnkTEyI/AAAAAAAABTw/EZdmZVcwvyA/s72-c/20110912+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-167501170116975337</id><published>2011-09-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:21:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours later</title><content type='html'>I am starting to think that I should have waited 12 hours to write my last blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that I feel horrible in the evenings recently and that I am very, very ,very tired.&amp;nbsp; This morning I woke to a very sore throat, runny nose, stuffy and achy head, and just miserable all over.&amp;nbsp; I have a cold :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not typically bad but I can take almost no medicine for it.&amp;nbsp; It has prevented me from sleeping much.&amp;nbsp; Ok, enough with the whining.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed that I have a husband who has a wonderful job that allows him to work from home, and rescue his pitiful wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Matt came home at 11:00 today.&amp;nbsp; He sent me off to bed to get some sleep them promptly took care of putting Grace down for her nap.&amp;nbsp; Since then he has been working hard at his computers.&amp;nbsp; I do feel blessed, I do feel better, I just hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly wanted to write this post, not to complain and whine, but to explain that there is nothing more serious happening to me than a bad cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-167501170116975337?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/167501170116975337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=167501170116975337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/167501170116975337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/167501170116975337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/12-hours-later.html' title='12 hours later'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4947920854183134659</id><published>2011-09-15T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:59:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much To Say</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I posted last so I thought I would give a bit of an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been going on around here,&lt;br /&gt;Grace is getting used to her toddler bed and doing well with that&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Grace has the start of a cold (fun, fun...)&lt;br /&gt;I have been very, very, very tired lately&lt;br /&gt;I also have felt horrible in the evenings (I think that I try to do too much during the day)&lt;br /&gt;Grace is enjoying her two story time days (and learning that she needs to sit during them)&lt;br /&gt;Matt is enjoying playing his guitar more often and even went to play with the praise band last night&lt;br /&gt;Grace is getting more words every day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ex: shoe, sock, vroom, up, cracker, juice, truck, and many, many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is normal, not much to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4947920854183134659?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4947920854183134659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4947920854183134659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4947920854183134659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4947920854183134659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much To Say'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4233258153269798874</id><published>2011-09-08T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:24:44.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So Matt lost his man cave....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All so that his daughter could have her own room when Glen arrives.&amp;nbsp; What a great father he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It will be a little bit before Grace moves into the room (October or November), but in the meantime we decided to paint and decorate the room to get it ready (anything that we can do ahead of time is a good thing these days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was decided to paint her room green and have purple flowers stenciled on the wall.&amp;nbsp; It was a grand idea until our toaster oven melted two of the stencils that we were planning on using.&amp;nbsp; Back to the drawing board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then my sister bought a new house.&amp;nbsp; Left in the house from the previous owners was a butterfly mobile.&amp;nbsp; When Grace saw it she was transfixed!&amp;nbsp; So it was decided that my sister's son would not enjoy the butterflies as much as Grace, so she got them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;New idea, paint the room green and stencil butterflies...&amp;nbsp; Done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es2uJsQ3t2Y/TmktDFhiIuI/AAAAAAAABTg/pOnfZKiUeQs/s1600/Butterfly_fused_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="45" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es2uJsQ3t2Y/TmktDFhiIuI/AAAAAAAABTg/pOnfZKiUeQs/s320/Butterfly_fused_sm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;38 and a half butterflies all fluttering around her new room.&amp;nbsp; The above picture shows the finished product of the whole room as if it were cut down the window and laid flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NaSzkUIqxk/TmktP35tF0I/AAAAAAAABTk/KDU8U7XKE5Q/s1600/20110904+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NaSzkUIqxk/TmktP35tF0I/AAAAAAAABTk/KDU8U7XKE5Q/s320/20110904+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hard at work stenciling.&amp;nbsp; It got messy and tedious at times, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AnhjMd_cHQ/TmktW6IjkkI/AAAAAAAABTo/gh6FOpye3cA/s1600/20110904+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AnhjMd_cHQ/TmktW6IjkkI/AAAAAAAABTo/gh6FOpye3cA/s320/20110904+021.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A finished butterfly.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for Lowes and their sample paint cans.&amp;nbsp; I got very small cans of paint for the butterflies and still did not use even half of the samples but at least I did not have to get a gallon or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did red butterflies to match her toddler bed, purple butterflies to match her purple floral curtains (also from my sister's new house), and blue to match her curtains and also to tie everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they look wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Grace goes in the room and babbles as she looks around the room and points to the butterflies.&amp;nbsp; I think that she is going to really enjoy this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4233258153269798874?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4233258153269798874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4233258153269798874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4233258153269798874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4233258153269798874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-girl-room.html' title='Big Girl Room'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es2uJsQ3t2Y/TmktDFhiIuI/AAAAAAAABTg/pOnfZKiUeQs/s72-c/Butterfly_fused_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8537623824855102475</id><published>2011-09-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:37:38.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, especially on facebook, there have been many pictures of my friend's children and their first day of school, kindergarten, preschool, etc.&amp;nbsp; Well the closest that I have is Grace's first day of story time.&amp;nbsp; Today we went to the library to have our first day of story time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVXD8BWyqf0/TmgU6IBrs7I/AAAAAAAABTc/D2KDiePgHjg/s1600/Grace+001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVXD8BWyqf0/TmgU6IBrs7I/AAAAAAAABTc/D2KDiePgHjg/s320/Grace+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She enjoyed the stories.&amp;nbsp; She liked the dancing, but she did not know what to do with the egg shakers or the bean bags that they used during the songs.&amp;nbsp; The lady in charge tried to hand out the eggs and Grace took one only to put it back in the basket, very proud of herself for cleaning up.&amp;nbsp; It took a couple of tries for her to actually keep the egg in her hands.&amp;nbsp; The same goes for the bean bags, but the difference there was once we got to our space on the carpet she promptly gave her bean bag to the boy next to her.&amp;nbsp; Sharing is good, but she did not have a bean bag to do the bean bag dance with.&amp;nbsp; Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that story time is going to be a very good thing for her.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that she is finally old enough to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8537623824855102475?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8537623824855102475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8537623824855102475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8537623824855102475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8537623824855102475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-story-time.html' title='First Day Of Story Time'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVXD8BWyqf0/TmgU6IBrs7I/AAAAAAAABTc/D2KDiePgHjg/s72-c/Grace+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2282799480036592584</id><published>2011-09-05T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:37:32.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt and I were lucky enough to have a toddler bed available to us when Grace out grew her crib.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grace really has not out grown her crib, but about a month ago she discovered that she could swing her leg up and hook her heel over the edge of the crib.&amp;nbsp; I was not going to wait for her to realize that was the first step to getting out of the crib (the hard way).&amp;nbsp; I also realized that we would need to make this transition sooner than later due to the arrival of Glen in a few months.&amp;nbsp; I wanted her to be used to her new bed before the rest of her life got turned upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQKX8Yrf4SQ/TmVodsphEGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/YMP7DfhGEr4/s320/20110904+023.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So on Sunday after church, lunch and a nap we all three got into Grace's room.&amp;nbsp; And all together (yes, Grace was "helping.") we took down her crib.&amp;nbsp; Then in the same time frame we put together her beautiful red toddler bed (yes, she "helped" with that one too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXsqla6u7Zw/TmVoiDTHAtI/AAAAAAAABTU/FbvJQsy8I4s/s1600/20110904+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXsqla6u7Zw/TmVoiDTHAtI/AAAAAAAABTU/FbvJQsy8I4s/s320/20110904+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She got in, she laid down, she bounced, she climbed over the railings, she explored.&amp;nbsp; She loved that she had access to all of her stuffed animals and pacifiers that were usually locked up in the crib.&amp;nbsp; She showed off by climbing in bed, picking out each item one by one and handing them to us.&amp;nbsp; Then taking each item from us one by one and putting them back into bed...over and over and over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbY54xG82kY/TmVotKfUjyI/AAAAAAAABTY/PzxMkF2FmOw/s1600/20110904+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbY54xG82kY/TmVotKfUjyI/AAAAAAAABTY/PzxMkF2FmOw/s320/20110904+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first night in the bed she was not too happy.&amp;nbsp; It took about 45 minutes to 1 hour of singing, rubbing her back and sitting with her to get her to sleep...then she woke up at 4:30 am :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap was a little better, 15 minutes of rubbing her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was in there for 5 minutes before she was out.&amp;nbsp; I think that she is getting the hang of this, she did not fight or fuss at all.&amp;nbsp; In fact she saw me leave but she was already so sleepy that she did not even cry.&amp;nbsp; I type this hoping that I am not jinxing anything...4:30 does come early, I hope I do not see it again tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is one of many transitions that we are trying to do for Grace before October/November so that she can be used to the changes before her little brother gets here.&amp;nbsp; In the next blog you will hear all about her big girl room that we just painted this past weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2282799480036592584?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2282799480036592584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2282799480036592584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2282799480036592584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2282799480036592584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-girl-bed.html' title='Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQKX8Yrf4SQ/TmVodsphEGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/YMP7DfhGEr4/s72-c/20110904+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4829856601543838379</id><published>2011-09-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T08:10:35.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapes and other news</title><content type='html'>Grape season is upon us.&amp;nbsp; We got lots of help from my family when we went to Harrisonburg last weekend.&amp;nbsp; We took a cooler full of grapes and came home with 10 quarts of white grape juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, the next week I made 6 pints of grape jelly and am about to make about 6 more tonight from our concord grapes.&amp;nbsp; Matt loves the jelly.&amp;nbsp; I sent him to work with a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a pint of jelly.&amp;nbsp; Not much of any of that returned home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have more grapes.&amp;nbsp; I am debating on working them up some more, or just letting the season be and allowing the birds and bugs to have at the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about grape season has to be what Grace does.&amp;nbsp; When I am working with the grapes she will hide under the grape arbor and eat all of the low hanging grapes.&amp;nbsp; When I was cutting bunches of grapes she would run by the cooler, select a bunch for herself, then hide under the arbor and eat every last grape off of the stems.&amp;nbsp; She loves her grapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she was pulling out toys to play with me.&amp;nbsp; She pulled out this toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKNMciPtwoU/Tl-fQlls9GI/AAAAAAAABTE/teTQrrJcBiw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKNMciPtwoU/Tl-fQlls9GI/AAAAAAAABTE/teTQrrJcBiw/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the past I had to kind of direct her to the correct spot to put all 10 pieces in.&amp;nbsp; This morning she did it all on her own with no help from me at all (except to get the pieces out).&amp;nbsp; I was very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a few new words that I would like to document here.&lt;br /&gt;Real Word&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - - -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grace Speak&lt;br /&gt;I love you -------- I love (or she might just kiss you)&lt;br /&gt;peach ------------ appa (apple...she does not know her fruit yet)&lt;br /&gt;apple------------- appa&lt;br /&gt;She is starting to say more names (at times) such as grandma, grandpa, mamaw, papaw, and others.&lt;br /&gt;She is getting more words every day so I know I am missing many of her new ones.&amp;nbsp; But these were the ones that I have been hearing the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4829856601543838379?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4829856601543838379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4829856601543838379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4829856601543838379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4829856601543838379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/09/grapes-and-other-news.html' title='Grapes and other news'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKNMciPtwoU/Tl-fQlls9GI/AAAAAAAABTE/teTQrrJcBiw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4407865482589115</id><published>2011-08-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T05:26:29.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dress</title><content type='html'>I met the person named Dovanna in a very strange way.&amp;nbsp; I had a house with three bedrooms and one roommate.&amp;nbsp; A friend came to me and told me that she had a friend that needed a place to live, could she rent the other bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I agreed to meet with this friend and see if she might be a good fit for us.&amp;nbsp; She came to see the house and to meet me, and she brought her sister (and it did not take long for her sister to remember that she knew me from a previous place that I had lived).&amp;nbsp; Her sister did most of the talking for the hour long tour and "interview."&amp;nbsp; But though she did not say much Dovanna seemed nice enough, I would have her as a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I did.&amp;nbsp; She was a wonderful roommate.&amp;nbsp; She also became a great friend.&amp;nbsp; The type of friend where you go years and moves from country to country without talking, but when you do reconnect it seems as if no time has passed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not really talked to Dovanna for probably 4 years, then out of the blue she calls me up one day in May.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to catch up but more importantly she wanted to know if I was given white material would I be able to design a dress of my choice without a pattern.&amp;nbsp; She had seen me do this while we lived together.&amp;nbsp; I said probably and that is where the conversation pretty much ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later she calls again and asked if I remember her asking about the dress.&amp;nbsp; I responded yes, and asked if there was a need for a white dress to be created.&amp;nbsp; She said yes, she just got engaged that weekend.&amp;nbsp; Would I make the dress for her?&amp;nbsp; I thought and thought.&amp;nbsp; I went back and forth on the idea (since she lives 3 hours away and fittings might not be too easy).&amp;nbsp; I told her to look closer to where she lived.&amp;nbsp; Then I finally told her, it would be an honor.&amp;nbsp; I would love to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We originally thought of designing a dress for her.&amp;nbsp; So I was coming up with ideas and sending them to her over e-mail.&amp;nbsp; And she was sending me numerous e-mails of pictures and patterns that she liked.&amp;nbsp; After about 3 weeks of the back and forth, I pointed out to her that every e-mail of pictures that she liked included one pattern.&amp;nbsp; And with that pattern she always wrote something along the lines of "I really like this one."&amp;nbsp; So I pointed this out to her and asked if she just wanted me to make this dress.&amp;nbsp; She agreed and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought the material and all that was needed and we spent the first fitting getting sized, buying extra notions that might be needed, and just talking and giggling the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me just say, this is not a typical wedding.&amp;nbsp; She is getting married in her parent's back yard with only immediate family there.&amp;nbsp; They will have two receptions afterward, but since it is an outdoor wedding in the fall, and she is just a wonderfully unique person...she did not want a typical wedding dress.&amp;nbsp; But I must say, this dress is "her."&amp;nbsp; It fits her body type, her style, her personality, everything....just perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a challenge to make at times, and it included a lot of trial and error.&amp;nbsp; But in the end, I can say that I did my best and I think it looks wonderfully (she says the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado.&amp;nbsp; Here is the picture of the dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBuj7zjMyLg/TlLyARGwB7I/AAAAAAAABTA/zux3bowmlpc/s1600/dovanna+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBuj7zjMyLg/TlLyARGwB7I/AAAAAAAABTA/zux3bowmlpc/s1600/dovanna+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel very honored to be able to be involved in her wedding in this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4407865482589115?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4407865482589115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4407865482589115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4407865482589115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4407865482589115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/dress.html' title='The Dress'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBuj7zjMyLg/TlLyARGwB7I/AAAAAAAABTA/zux3bowmlpc/s72-c/dovanna+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6865374047022763813</id><published>2011-08-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:32:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearranging the Downstairs</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Grace is staring to eat more and more on her own.&amp;nbsp; That means messes under her chair (and yes, I know that you can put a plastic mat underneath the chair to catch the messes but I am certain this girl is talented because each time I have used it, the mess goes everywhere BUT the plastic mat.&amp;nbsp; Then after the meal she promptly picks up the mat and drags it around like a superhero cape....) and carpet is not a good mix for that.&amp;nbsp; Also Grace is getting more and bigger toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the two problems together and what do you get?&amp;nbsp; Well, I personally get a weekend of moving everything around in the house.&amp;nbsp; Matt and I decided to put our kitchen table in the breakfast nook that we have in the tiled kitchen.&amp;nbsp; But first we had to rebuild his plant shelves and clean up that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we put all of Grace's toys (or at least most of them) in the former dining room which is now her playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngxna5DBaFw/TkxbeLYOSXI/AAAAAAAABS4/vqk7C3Cl1Hs/s1600/20110816+119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHhliJ49P0/Tkxbgaz_iiI/AAAAAAAABS8/6XwLyQCzR2s/s1600/20110816+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHhliJ49P0/Tkxbgaz_iiI/AAAAAAAABS8/6XwLyQCzR2s/s320/20110816+121.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we moved things around in the living room because we lost some shelving due to the new plant shelving in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; So in the move we made Grace's desk available.&amp;nbsp; She loves it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngxna5DBaFw/TkxbeLYOSXI/AAAAAAAABS4/vqk7C3Cl1Hs/s1600/20110816+119.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngxna5DBaFw/TkxbeLYOSXI/AAAAAAAABS4/vqk7C3Cl1Hs/s320/20110816+119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She spends at least 10 minutes each day coloring or pulling out her crayons and putting them back (and yes, we have already had a drawing on the wall situation.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of work.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of mess.&amp;nbsp; We are still not done.&amp;nbsp; But I am so happy with the changes that we have made in this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6865374047022763813?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6865374047022763813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6865374047022763813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6865374047022763813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6865374047022763813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/rearranging-downstairs.html' title='Rearranging the Downstairs'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHhliJ49P0/Tkxbgaz_iiI/AAAAAAAABS8/6XwLyQCzR2s/s72-c/20110816+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-235493798634627500</id><published>2011-08-16T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:27:31.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the way home from Harrisonburg once I looked back to find this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj7iBIN_WLk/TksY2mFIqTI/AAAAAAAABS0/1RgkIIcx6yI/s1600/20110816+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj7iBIN_WLk/TksY2mFIqTI/AAAAAAAABS0/1RgkIIcx6yI/s320/20110816+114.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-235493798634627500?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/235493798634627500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=235493798634627500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/235493798634627500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/235493798634627500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj7iBIN_WLk/TksY2mFIqTI/AAAAAAAABS0/1RgkIIcx6yI/s72-c/20110816+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1502748185791205151</id><published>2011-08-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:25:19.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 6)</title><content type='html'>In which, it is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast and flew out on this day.&amp;nbsp; Not much to say except that Steve and Sue joined Chris, Katie, Ellie, Matt, Grace and I for one last breakfast during this vacation.&amp;nbsp; The flight was fairly uneventful.&amp;nbsp; So I will get on to the other reason for the post....non-day-specific activities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G921ocMc72A/TkRGE5LziuI/AAAAAAAABSE/34JbJzojl-s/s1600/20110721+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G921ocMc72A/TkRGE5LziuI/AAAAAAAABSE/34JbJzojl-s/s320/20110721+050.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace and Ellie loved the toys that were available to them at Steve and Sue's.&amp;nbsp; They had Duplos, wood puzzles, and cats to name a few items :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBRQGUTX6n4/TkRGN00Dh5I/AAAAAAAABSI/gPpk6LIxc0M/s1600/20110721+131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBRQGUTX6n4/TkRGN00Dh5I/AAAAAAAABSI/gPpk6LIxc0M/s320/20110721+131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the best was when Grandma Sue got down on the floor to play with the girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxGUaoEnnSI/TkRGUqTsWfI/AAAAAAAABSM/02SjRYdRxCo/s1600/20110721+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxGUaoEnnSI/TkRGUqTsWfI/AAAAAAAABSM/02SjRYdRxCo/s320/20110721+064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some days it is just a two pacifier day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFSrUwVwN58/TkRGc3pL8uI/AAAAAAAABSQ/X2s9_0lwdF4/s1600/20110721+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFSrUwVwN58/TkRGc3pL8uI/AAAAAAAABSQ/X2s9_0lwdF4/s320/20110721+082.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace, shoes go on your feet...not your hands!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6sBNWbTUJo/TkRGfVCoqfI/AAAAAAAABSU/PKjAb853tnM/s1600/DSC02145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6sBNWbTUJo/TkRGfVCoqfI/AAAAAAAABSU/PKjAb853tnM/s320/DSC02145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laser lights, hours of entertainment for cats, children, and adults alike.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLUckmA5piY/TkRGtFz8bjI/AAAAAAAABSY/IPThgQAxutM/s1600/DSCN0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLUckmA5piY/TkRGtFz8bjI/AAAAAAAABSY/IPThgQAxutM/s320/DSCN0526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace attempted many times to put Ellie's socks and shoes on her feet.&amp;nbsp; Only a few times did she succeed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cO6TYETaR98/TkRGzYAKvFI/AAAAAAAABSc/gsi7pvEMjj8/s1600/DSCN0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cO6TYETaR98/TkRGzYAKvFI/AAAAAAAABSc/gsi7pvEMjj8/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace loved to feed Ellie.&amp;nbsp; The trick to this game was she would let Ellie have one tiny bite of the cracker, then she would eat the rest of it.&amp;nbsp; She chased Ellie around the house trying to feed her that one bite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lcNAmTKRUM/TkRG5V4lVSI/AAAAAAAABSg/rxSrdUqKG8k/s1600/DSCN0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lcNAmTKRUM/TkRG5V4lVSI/AAAAAAAABSg/rxSrdUqKG8k/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My beautiful little girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCAS98h_xEs/TkRG9CBHfJI/AAAAAAAABSk/b3PhmqwkDeg/s1600/IMG_8184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCAS98h_xEs/TkRG9CBHfJI/AAAAAAAABSk/b3PhmqwkDeg/s320/IMG_8184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One night we went bowling.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to play, and to chase the girls around the alley.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbaLOZit8zE/TkRG_zrOFoI/AAAAAAAABSo/X5DBKbxTWTg/s1600/IMG_8185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbaLOZit8zE/TkRG_zrOFoI/AAAAAAAABSo/X5DBKbxTWTg/s320/IMG_8185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace loved to touch the balls.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately they were too heavy for her to pick up or do anything with. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a fun vacation.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that we all got to spend a week together and make these memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1502748185791205151?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1502748185791205151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1502748185791205151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1502748185791205151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1502748185791205151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/iowa-vacation-part-6.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 6)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G921ocMc72A/TkRGE5LziuI/AAAAAAAABSE/34JbJzojl-s/s72-c/20110721+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-9094745182319758407</id><published>2011-08-09T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:30:52.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News For Today</title><content type='html'>It Is A Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Due January 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to sonogram...&lt;br /&gt;healthy and very active!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-9094745182319758407?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/9094745182319758407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=9094745182319758407&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9094745182319758407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9094745182319758407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/news-for-today.html' title='News For Today'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-808588494764633857</id><published>2011-08-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:05:09.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday morning we woke up early and dressed for a long day of trips  (some we knew about, and some were a surprise to us).&amp;nbsp; Had a breakfast  at IHOP which actually was a very good thing since Grace was not quite  in the mood to eat at the moment, I was able to take her pancakes with  us and feed them to her on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Katie  drove separately, so we all piled into our respective cars and headed  down the road to a location unknown to us.&amp;nbsp; After about an hour of  driving we began to see signs of "Welcome to the Field of Dreams."&amp;nbsp; It  was not until we were turning into the parking lot that I realized that  we were at the movie set location of Field of Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mijRbqPAkUE/TkEtyqqC4PI/AAAAAAAABRs/99NOSuOs3Sw/s1600/DSC02198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLedN90p4cM/TkEtliAfcII/AAAAAAAABRo/pt31TXkxvsQ/s1600/20110721+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLedN90p4cM/TkEtliAfcII/AAAAAAAABRo/pt31TXkxvsQ/s320/20110721+094.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now we realized one more reason why Steve and Sue wanted to watch Field Of Dreams earlier on in the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We all got out of the cars, but the surprise did not end there, Steve went to the trunk of the car and pulled out three baseball gloves a bunch of baseballs and two soft nerf-like balls for Grace and Ellie.&amp;nbsp; And off we went to play baseball on the movie site :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mijRbqPAkUE/TkEtyqqC4PI/AAAAAAAABRs/99NOSuOs3Sw/s1600/DSC02198.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mijRbqPAkUE/TkEtyqqC4PI/AAAAAAAABRs/99NOSuOs3Sw/s320/DSC02198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace and I chased after her ball, but more than anything we ran the bases.&amp;nbsp; We also went to the cornfield and took a step or two in, but we did not disappear into the corn like the players do in the movie.... :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP-cGc7P3F4/TkEt1EH4PMI/AAAAAAAABRw/L9Jfp7dwEHY/s1600/DSC02205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP-cGc7P3F4/TkEt1EH4PMI/AAAAAAAABRw/L9Jfp7dwEHY/s320/DSC02205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, that is the house and the bleachers from the movie!&amp;nbsp; I think that was the neatest surprise that they planned for us.&amp;nbsp; Very unexpected and very memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz8uAUfPt9M/TkEwNW3-SFI/AAAAAAAABR0/CIgQ9qZ8gVs/s1600/20110721+122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz8uAUfPt9M/TkEwNW3-SFI/AAAAAAAABR0/CIgQ9qZ8gVs/s320/20110721+122.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Following the trip to the Field Of Dreams, we piled into the cars once again and this time our car (Matt, Grace, Steve, Sue and I) went to Backbone Park for a picnic lunch while Chris, Katie and Ellie headed back to Waterloo for Ellie's nap (and unknown to us all at the time...to change rooms at the hotel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There were not many people at the park at all so we had the playground structures all to ourselves and Grace loved it that way.&amp;nbsp; She ate on the run (literally).&amp;nbsp; She went up ladders, down slides, back and forth on the swings, and chased bubbles.&amp;nbsp; It was a great time and a wonderful end to a great day trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXJMvqPs2Tk/TkExhY3ws5I/AAAAAAAABR4/orpTSqlz4i8/s1600/Iowa+trip+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFtRa0pli4w/TkExnJ2lCZI/AAAAAAAABR8/mUH2anKeJSY/s1600/20110721+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFtRa0pli4w/TkExnJ2lCZI/AAAAAAAABR8/mUH2anKeJSY/s320/20110721+129.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTVvji1SuaE/TkExrleriFI/AAAAAAAABSA/TXc5_CWjUJI/s1600/IMG_8187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTVvji1SuaE/TkExrleriFI/AAAAAAAABSA/TXc5_CWjUJI/s320/IMG_8187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXJMvqPs2Tk/TkExhY3ws5I/AAAAAAAABR4/orpTSqlz4i8/s1600/Iowa+trip+007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXJMvqPs2Tk/TkExhY3ws5I/AAAAAAAABR4/orpTSqlz4i8/s320/Iowa+trip+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And to finish off (a quote from Field of Dreams...a good one to end today's post with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Is this heaven?&amp;nbsp; No, it's Iowa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-808588494764633857?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/808588494764633857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=808588494764633857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/808588494764633857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/808588494764633857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/iowa-vacation-part-5.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 5)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLedN90p4cM/TkEtliAfcII/AAAAAAAABRo/pt31TXkxvsQ/s72-c/20110721+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5357591811709076266</id><published>2011-08-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:23:59.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we woke early and all got as spiffed up as we could.&amp;nbsp; This is because we were going to have family pictures taken for the first time in three years!&amp;nbsp; We all piled in the van, drove across the street, and went to the Sears Portrait Studio.&amp;nbsp; The pictures turned out great.&amp;nbsp; The girls did not want to cooperate at the same time (so a picture of them together was a challenge, but for them both being one and a half, I think that they did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC_hoX5n7pE/TjmT0LxpV5I/AAAAAAAABRM/wvdX4WpjYow/s1600/s41072ca115195_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC_hoX5n7pE/TjmT0LxpV5I/AAAAAAAABRM/wvdX4WpjYow/s320/s41072ca115195_2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9g1NBS09V2Y/TjmULiju-HI/AAAAAAAABRY/EKL5JDFBJo0/s1600/s41072ca115195_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9g1NBS09V2Y/TjmULiju-HI/AAAAAAAABRY/EKL5JDFBJo0/s320/s41072ca115195_15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjcyJnL508g/TjmUN8HAg6I/AAAAAAAABRc/aMCfXXbaHFQ/s1600/s41072ca115195_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjcyJnL508g/TjmUN8HAg6I/AAAAAAAABRc/aMCfXXbaHFQ/s320/s41072ca115195_18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUCSSymIzlo/TjmUS8LgKXI/AAAAAAAABRg/FX8jq5auURk/s1600/s41072ca115195_22_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUCSSymIzlo/TjmUS8LgKXI/AAAAAAAABRg/FX8jq5auURk/s320/s41072ca115195_22_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can tell, Grace had fun at the photo shoot dancing and laughing.&amp;nbsp; I think that we got some great family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pictures we went out for a quick bite to eat, then to see Sue's work place.&amp;nbsp; We got the full tour of the law offices and most importantly Sue was able to show off her beautiful grandgirls to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed straight to the Grout Museum.&amp;nbsp; The name of this museum was the source of great laughter from Matt and I earlier in the week.&amp;nbsp; We were trying to imagine a whole museum dedicated to grout.&amp;nbsp; Different colors of grout, different tiles that you use grout with, ways to clean grout...you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; I am still not sure why it is called the Grout Museum but it has nothing to do with what is between tiles.&amp;nbsp; It is a collection of 3 or 4 museums.&amp;nbsp; We went to one that focused on pioneer, multiple wars, but the upstairs was&amp;nbsp; world war II, and some of wars of today (I may be missing some, but those were the focuses).&amp;nbsp; There was a large exhibit of the Sullivan Brothers.&amp;nbsp; These brothers were very famous because there were five of them who enlisted all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; They chose to serve together during the war.&amp;nbsp; They also died together during an attack on their ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum was very nice and also a good cool place to go during this very hot week.&amp;nbsp; But by the end of the second floor of exhibits I was very tired and Grace was too.&amp;nbsp; So we went back to Steve and Sue's place to rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to a very nice restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Grace would only eat if she was climbing the stairs up and down and up and down and up and down.&amp;nbsp; But at least she ate and she was happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5357591811709076266?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5357591811709076266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5357591811709076266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5357591811709076266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5357591811709076266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/08/iowa-vacation-part-4.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 4)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC_hoX5n7pE/TjmT0LxpV5I/AAAAAAAABRM/wvdX4WpjYow/s72-c/s41072ca115195_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3066023305031052139</id><published>2011-07-25T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:38:19.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Tuesday...by this time we are realizing that the days are flying by and we do not have much time together.&amp;nbsp; But we will make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went to a park that had a section dedicated for Grace and Ellie's age group and another "big kid" part.&amp;nbsp; I believe that Grace could have stayed there all day.&amp;nbsp; She had a slide that had stairs going up to it, she had a swing, life was GREAT for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db-wWNlu8LI/Ti4FS2L7sNI/AAAAAAAABQo/sK4SQ7LmP4M/s1600/20110721+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db-wWNlu8LI/Ti4FS2L7sNI/AAAAAAAABQo/sK4SQ7LmP4M/s320/20110721+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the park for nap time (and after being in the sun most of the morning, I think that we all wanted/needed naps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids woke up and ate lunch we headed out again for a dairy farm.&amp;nbsp; We learned how they milk, process, bottle, etc.&amp;nbsp; They make a little of everything at this dairy (butter, milk, chocolate milk, curds, ice cream, just to name a few).&amp;nbsp; Their name is MooRoo, their logo is a Kangaroo with a calf in it's pouch.&amp;nbsp; Very cute and they do keep kangaroos on their land for tours.&amp;nbsp; The tour was very informative but the highlights of the dairy farm was when we got to pet the calves and also we got to bottle feed one of the calves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRLz6ZWuKzc/Ti4J55QjCxI/AAAAAAAABQs/IAeGxqiYZQ4/s1600/IMG_8171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRLz6ZWuKzc/Ti4J55QjCxI/AAAAAAAABQs/IAeGxqiYZQ4/s320/IMG_8171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0u-Gu7jNDCY/Ti4J93_swTI/AAAAAAAABQw/oc41Ws4AqOI/s1600/IMG_8177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0u-Gu7jNDCY/Ti4J93_swTI/AAAAAAAABQw/oc41Ws4AqOI/s320/IMG_8177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the tour we got to sample their milk and ice cream.&amp;nbsp; It was a great hit with all of us (Grace went after it like crazy and would not let me have much of my ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a very fun trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the flipped pictures.&amp;nbsp; I have tried many times to get them straight and right, but blogger or the computer will not allow it.&amp;nbsp; But I figure, at least I have the memories written down (even if they are sideways).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3066023305031052139?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3066023305031052139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3066023305031052139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3066023305031052139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3066023305031052139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/07/iowa-vacation-part-3.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 3)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db-wWNlu8LI/Ti4FS2L7sNI/AAAAAAAABQo/sK4SQ7LmP4M/s72-c/20110721+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3735369181878201150</id><published>2011-07-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:07:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Woke early Monday morning (not hard to do when you have a little one who has an internal alarm clock that goes off at about 6:30 am every day) and headed to Steve and Sue's place.&amp;nbsp; We decided to try to beat the heat and do some adventuring early that day.&amp;nbsp; So Grace and Ellie (Chris and Katie's child) were presented with their official Iowa sun hats, and off to the Nature Reserve we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOp6UUOur_k/Ti3LQbVmiKI/AAAAAAAABQI/3YiDnFuGT6A/s1600/DSC02157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOp6UUOur_k/Ti3LQbVmiKI/AAAAAAAABQI/3YiDnFuGT6A/s320/DSC02157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the welcome center where the girls got to explore and at one point turned into "animals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNFJuJfkNoM/Ti3MDSF5QUI/AAAAAAAABQM/Yv6bycxNt20/s1600/IMG_8161.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNFJuJfkNoM/Ti3MDSF5QUI/AAAAAAAABQM/Yv6bycxNt20/s320/IMG_8161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lsRpBhOKNE/Ti3MIuzAg0I/AAAAAAAABQQ/5Bmb2LjGd6g/s1600/IMG_8163.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lsRpBhOKNE/Ti3MIuzAg0I/AAAAAAAABQQ/5Bmb2LjGd6g/s320/IMG_8163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was time for a hike.&amp;nbsp; The trail that we chose was full of stairs which made Grace very, very, very happy.&amp;nbsp; She was our leader for most of the hike and very proud of that fact too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5CHuSmrVbM/Ti3VNam2yKI/AAAAAAAABQU/XgP-FJm8JJc/s1600/IMG_8152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5CHuSmrVbM/Ti3VNam2yKI/AAAAAAAABQU/XgP-FJm8JJc/s320/IMG_8152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though it was extremely hot, it was nice to be in the shade and to be out in nature (even for a short bit).&amp;nbsp; After wearing the girls out on the hike we headed back home to put them down for naps.&amp;nbsp; Steve and Sue had decided that while we were in Iowa we needed to see movies that took place in Iowa.&amp;nbsp; For instance...The Music Man, Field of Dreams, Michael, etc.&amp;nbsp; So they chose that today during lunch we would watch Field of Dreams.&amp;nbsp; We had all seen the movie before but it was nice to see it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But before we got to the movie, we "kids" had a surprise up our sleeves too!&amp;nbsp; This past July was Steve and Sue's 40th wedding anniversary.&amp;nbsp; So to celebrate we stole her address box, copied every address, and contacted each one.&amp;nbsp; Then waited for the letters, notes, cards, and congratulations to come in (which they did) and put them all in a scrap book for them.&amp;nbsp; I believe they were a little surprised about it all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GrXwHe5gg/Ti3XEAi3kDI/AAAAAAAABQY/m5KizMaC4fY/s1600/IMG_8167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GrXwHe5gg/Ti3XEAi3kDI/AAAAAAAABQY/m5KizMaC4fY/s320/IMG_8167.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie, the girls woke up, some adults took naps, many card games were played.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice lazy afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The evening ended with a nice dinner at a Japanese Steakhouse. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was hoping to get to write about two days with each post, but Grace is getting into the mail stack...must go rescue the bills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3735369181878201150?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3735369181878201150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3735369181878201150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3735369181878201150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3735369181878201150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/07/iowa-vacation-part-2.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOp6UUOur_k/Ti3LQbVmiKI/AAAAAAAABQI/3YiDnFuGT6A/s72-c/DSC02157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1165919223447802947</id><published>2011-07-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:21:45.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Vacation (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bE5rFyTcVuQ/TiylEecmOSI/AAAAAAAABPs/bFKLv7C3zKk/s1600/20110721+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last time I wrote, I told of our Harrisonburg vacation to my side of the family.&amp;nbsp; We were home for a total of 4 days then off to Matt's side of the family in Iowa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we woke up, had a wonderful breakfast, then paced and cleaned the house till my friend came to take us to the airport.&amp;nbsp; The flights went very smoothly (Roanoke to Detroit, and finally to Cedar Rapids, IA).&amp;nbsp; We picked up a car and drove an hour north to Waterloo where Matt's mom and dad live.&amp;nbsp; We had already had quite a day, and we were all covered with airport grime :(&amp;nbsp; But, when we got to the house we got to visit with Matt's aunt and uncle from South Carolina who happened to be visiting at the same time, and of course visit with his parents!&amp;nbsp; Matt's aunt and uncle were there to drop off some items that were left for Steve and Sue (Matt's parents) by his grandfather.&amp;nbsp; When they got this piece of furniture, I bet they did not expect it to come complete with a doll inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0BVoXi_uew/Tiyi2mwjmMI/AAAAAAAABPk/_RZ9BfNqHdk/s1600/20110721+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0BVoXi_uew/Tiyi2mwjmMI/AAAAAAAABPk/_RZ9BfNqHdk/s320/20110721+043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a good evening, a wonderful home cooked meal, and some relaxation where we were finally not moving (either in car or airplane!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Sue were kind enough to provide us with a crib at the hotel and also at their house.&amp;nbsp; Grace slept great the whole trip (it also helped that we wore her out every day, but that is another story).&amp;nbsp; However, the cribs were not only used as a place for sleeping, our adventurous daughter decided to turn it into a trampoline...that stopped quickly (but not before we snapped a few pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hE8CocR9I8/Tiyjp2Y1EYI/AAAAAAAABPo/P7so4FnPZMI/s1600/20110721+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hE8CocR9I8/Tiyjp2Y1EYI/AAAAAAAABPo/P7so4FnPZMI/s320/20110721+041.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday morning Matt, Grace and I woke early to go to church with Steve and Sue.&amp;nbsp; It is a smaller church, but it is very nice and friendly.&amp;nbsp; I also really liked the pastor.&amp;nbsp; She is a story teller and you have to love a pastor that uses two references appropriately in her sermon to Harry Potter!&amp;nbsp; I kind of felt like a star at the church, everyone knew we were coming so everyone wanted to say hi and see the adorable granddaughter that they keep hearing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we went to Red Lobster for lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was during Grace's nap, but no worries...the grandpa mattress is always available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bE5rFyTcVuQ/TiylEecmOSI/AAAAAAAABPs/bFKLv7C3zKk/s1600/20110721+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bE5rFyTcVuQ/TiylEecmOSI/AAAAAAAABPs/bFKLv7C3zKk/s320/20110721+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0qCH87UQig/TiylIf8nqsI/AAAAAAAABPw/u0zeROKf-3Y/s1600/20110721+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0qCH87UQig/TiylIf8nqsI/AAAAAAAABPw/u0zeROKf-3Y/s320/20110721+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well rested from the nap that she had the entire time we were out to eat, we decided to go to the Ice House Museum.&amp;nbsp; Waterloo is very close to the Cedar River (in fact you cross it many times to almost anywhere).&amp;nbsp; Well, Cedar River freezes in the winter and many, many years ago (during the days of the icebox) a lot of ice was hand cut (also later done by machines), packed with sawdust (for insulation), and stored to be sold and sent to households.&amp;nbsp; However, it does not stop there.&amp;nbsp; They also sold ice from Waterloo, IA as far away as the Indies!&amp;nbsp; The museum was very interesting and I am so glad that we got to go, but man...for being an ice house, that place was HOT!&amp;nbsp; I also have to mention that they no longer keep ice in that building.&amp;nbsp; However outside in the shade it felt better and also provided a chance for some pictures by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vEchCxl23E/Tiym0K3VjPI/AAAAAAAABP0/enANW6363sY/s1600/20110721+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vEchCxl23E/Tiym0K3VjPI/AAAAAAAABP0/enANW6363sY/s320/20110721+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cedar Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gMJvPsa-do/Tiym5zVMQTI/AAAAAAAABP4/CamtDbbHC8E/s1600/20110721+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gMJvPsa-do/Tiym5zVMQTI/AAAAAAAABP4/CamtDbbHC8E/s320/20110721+032.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1W4QF6dXrw/TiynWC5CnRI/AAAAAAAABQA/hLzzsYtZyVo/s1600/20110721+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1W4QF6dXrw/TiynWC5CnRI/AAAAAAAABQA/hLzzsYtZyVo/s320/20110721+034.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon&amp;nbsp; after we arrived back to the house Chris (Matt's brother) his wife Katie and their daughter (only 5 weeks older than Grace) finished their long drive from Arkansas to Iowa!&amp;nbsp; We were very happy to see them, and the fun with the two one and a half year olds was now able to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sozb2XiWJlY/TiyoIthoTZI/AAAAAAAABQE/_2T4OmLNrY8/s1600/20110721+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sozb2XiWJlY/TiyoIthoTZI/AAAAAAAABQE/_2T4OmLNrY8/s320/20110721+046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a wonderful meal of brats, hotdogs, potato salad, and many other items, it was time to head back to our hotel to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just about finishes through Sunday, Grace is getting cranky so I think I will have to wait to write about the other days and go start the bedtime routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1165919223447802947?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1165919223447802947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1165919223447802947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1165919223447802947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1165919223447802947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/07/iowa-vacation-part-1.html' title='Iowa Vacation (Part 1)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0BVoXi_uew/Tiyi2mwjmMI/AAAAAAAABPk/_RZ9BfNqHdk/s72-c/20110721+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-240507845626206428</id><published>2011-07-12T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:16:10.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrisonburg Vacation</title><content type='html'>This past weekend has been wild, crazy, busy, and oh so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Grace and I woke early and hit the road by 8:00 am.&amp;nbsp; This was because I was going to meet with one of my friends at my parent's house in Harrisonburg.&amp;nbsp; My friend recently got engaged and has asked that I make her wedding dress.&amp;nbsp; I accepted and this was our first meeting of...ok, what do you what to wear and do we have all of the materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Matt joined us and he had a blast playing many games with my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday were just filled with craziness as usual.&amp;nbsp; I believe that it involved an oil change.&amp;nbsp; I helped my sister make a quilted wall hanging.&amp;nbsp; And Grace played on the trampoline and in the kids pool with her cousins quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, yes we stayed till Monday...that is odd but it was for a good reason.&amp;nbsp; My nephews have their birthdays 5 weeks apart so my sister chooses one day in the middle and celebrates both birthdays on one day.&amp;nbsp; So this was their birthday celebration.&amp;nbsp; We had a special lunch, then we all packed up and went out to the Massanutten Waterpark.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; I was not able to do any of the slides since I am pregnant, but Grace and I were fine going down the frog pond slide, playing in the sprinklers, wading in the edge of the wave pool, and riding the floats around the lazy river.&amp;nbsp; She was so busy and running everywhere, she played for two hours straight then fell asleep when we stopped to get a drink.&amp;nbsp; She slept for an hour, then was busy once again.&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun time, I am glad that Grace found many things that she enjoyed doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weekend.&amp;nbsp; Glad that we were able to be part of it.&amp;nbsp; Even if my garden welcomed me back with 7 quarts of green beans to be canned, and 5 quarts of tomato juice.&amp;nbsp; Happy to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-240507845626206428?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/240507845626206428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=240507845626206428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/240507845626206428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/240507845626206428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/07/harrisonburg-vacation.html' title='Harrisonburg Vacation'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4328116397012173971</id><published>2011-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:05:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Header</title><content type='html'>Three years ago (two days from now) Matt and I got married!&amp;nbsp; It was a wonderful day, but it was also the last time that we had a family picture taken of the extended Kiser family.&amp;nbsp; Now lots has changed since then...the boys grew, the adults have changed a little, and of course we got a new member to the family (Grace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided that it was long overdue for a new picture.&amp;nbsp; Much talk about who we should get to take the picture was passed around.&amp;nbsp; Then we had to figure out the hard part...when we could get all of the family members together, and what we would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two days notice, we chose the beginning of June and greens, browns, and blues.&amp;nbsp; A family friend who used to do quite a lot of photography was willing to take our picture.&amp;nbsp; He was wonderful in getting the kids to smile, taking a lot of shots, and afterward giving the boys rides in his airplane :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, the header is compliments of the talents of R.  Burkholder who was kind enough to give permission for me to use it in my  blog.&amp;nbsp; Following are just a few more shots that were taken at the same  photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NzMsiDsIIE/ThEcSzcFXbI/AAAAAAAABPM/eSYIBp01Gj8/s1600/_MG_4667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NzMsiDsIIE/ThEcSzcFXbI/AAAAAAAABPM/eSYIBp01Gj8/s320/_MG_4667.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kYYTti1MY/ThEdW7yw00I/AAAAAAAABPQ/lRHQ-ljDcf4/s1600/_MG_4715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kYYTti1MY/ThEdW7yw00I/AAAAAAAABPQ/lRHQ-ljDcf4/s320/_MG_4715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGNhTg-OMjY/ThEe0hnYHfI/AAAAAAAABPU/_fbrtVhEwmY/s1600/_MG_4736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGNhTg-OMjY/ThEe0hnYHfI/AAAAAAAABPU/_fbrtVhEwmY/s320/_MG_4736.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFsTGaOl1HA/ThEe5YfU36I/AAAAAAAABPY/AZWaU25SvWo/s1600/_MG_4737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFsTGaOl1HA/ThEe5YfU36I/AAAAAAAABPY/AZWaU25SvWo/s320/_MG_4737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLHmIXIkJ9A/ThEfBgm2f2I/AAAAAAAABPc/FcLvnvuRFt8/s1600/_MG_4745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLHmIXIkJ9A/ThEfBgm2f2I/AAAAAAAABPc/FcLvnvuRFt8/s320/_MG_4745.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZgqXyjBKY/ThEfOwbKTVI/AAAAAAAABPg/SombEjtcQv0/s1600/_MG_4768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZgqXyjBKY/ThEfOwbKTVI/AAAAAAAABPg/SombEjtcQv0/s320/_MG_4768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, all thanks to our wonderful photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a personal side note:&amp;nbsp; Steve and Sue, do not worry we will be bringing the picture CD with us.&amp;nbsp; Also these pictures are an example of the green, blue, brown color scheme that I suggested for our family photo.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp; Do you still like that idea, or do you have other suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4328116397012173971?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4328116397012173971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4328116397012173971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4328116397012173971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4328116397012173971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/07/header.html' title='Header'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NzMsiDsIIE/ThEcSzcFXbI/AAAAAAAABPM/eSYIBp01Gj8/s72-c/_MG_4667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4827992105329559502</id><published>2011-06-21T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:10:18.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Celebration/Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEq4KWLn6s4/TgEyRwjGvKI/AAAAAAAABPA/ccjeYUCRTAQ/s1600/IMG_8148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend was both my birthday and also father's day.&amp;nbsp; So Matt and I decided to have a weekend celebration with one big trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First we decided on the menu of the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I got to choose for Saturday since it was my birthday.&amp;nbsp; I chose breakfast casserole, and fettuccine con carbonara...YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday's meal was eggs, sausage, and toast for breakfast and Greek hamburgers with homemade tzatziki sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usually we only celebrate with food, but this time Matt and I decided to celebrate with a trip.&amp;nbsp; My requirement was that we be outside and together as a family.&amp;nbsp; Matt wanted to go somewhere we could hike and have history.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbor told us about Roaring Run, so we thought we would check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHjDCcxG8Go/TgEoWUsaa4I/AAAAAAAABOY/Bhc2uvIQUdk/s1600/IMG_8091.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHjDCcxG8Go/TgEoWUsaa4I/AAAAAAAABOY/Bhc2uvIQUdk/s320/IMG_8091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It used to be an Iron furnace that was in use in the mid-1800's.&amp;nbsp; The furnace was really cool to wander around.&amp;nbsp; But the most fun part was the hike along the river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahsMF1rjqAY/TgEoeDRpRpI/AAAAAAAABOc/5sYSNWr6Pw0/s1600/IMG_8103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahsMF1rjqAY/TgEoeDRpRpI/AAAAAAAABOc/5sYSNWr6Pw0/s320/IMG_8103.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace took very well to her leash.&amp;nbsp; I know, some people think that it is horrible to put a leash on your child.&amp;nbsp; However, Grace is very independent, and I heard that this hike was very easy.&amp;nbsp; So we thought we would put the leash on and let her wander (to our allowance).&amp;nbsp; She had freedom to walk and run, and she ended up hiking the whole way to the end where the waterfalls were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-6S50ySx6A/TgEoiltu7kI/AAAAAAAABOg/gdgJwxD0pQM/s1600/IMG_8106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-6S50ySx6A/TgEoiltu7kI/AAAAAAAABOg/gdgJwxD0pQM/s320/IMG_8106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is one of the many mini waterfalls along the way.&amp;nbsp; It made the hike somewhat loud, but what can you expect with a hike called ROARING Run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1hU1SNN-Bk/TgEolM0K1-I/AAAAAAAABOk/dQz39qqQSF0/s1600/IMG_8109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1hU1SNN-Bk/TgEolM0K1-I/AAAAAAAABOk/dQz39qqQSF0/s320/IMG_8109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace loved the rocks, stumps, leaves, and dogs along the way.&amp;nbsp; She was so happy to be down and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3MJM89cuio/TgEor9h8WxI/AAAAAAAABOo/nqCTN2Qz3ZM/s1600/IMG_8114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3MJM89cuio/TgEor9h8WxI/AAAAAAAABOo/nqCTN2Qz3ZM/s320/IMG_8114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Run Grace, Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rH6bEfrcfNU/TgEpO7--4MI/AAAAAAAABOs/CP1315UvvEA/s1600/IMG_8121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rH6bEfrcfNU/TgEpO7--4MI/AAAAAAAABOs/CP1315UvvEA/s320/IMG_8121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Checking out the river from one of the many bridges along the hike (yes, I have a tight hold on her so that she would not get too close to the edge/water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwoT4hTAsV0/TgEpQ8CXh0I/AAAAAAAABOw/TZ_fQyk0hF4/s1600/IMG_8116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwoT4hTAsV0/TgEpQ8CXh0I/AAAAAAAABOw/TZ_fQyk0hF4/s320/IMG_8116.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beautiful scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vei6VgRCf5s/TgEpSoxqnCI/AAAAAAAABO0/tb7oWOEvCFI/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vei6VgRCf5s/TgEpSoxqnCI/AAAAAAAABO0/tb7oWOEvCFI/s320/IMG_8127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matt got some wonderful pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq604LAENgs/TgEpUb5hHRI/AAAAAAAABO4/MP8K2VOLtK8/s1600/IMG_8135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq604LAENgs/TgEpUb5hHRI/AAAAAAAABO4/MP8K2VOLtK8/s320/IMG_8135.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGgjMo4Xp48/TgEpV2qONqI/AAAAAAAABO8/bbyqGt41wjY/s1600/IMG_8137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGgjMo4Xp48/TgEpV2qONqI/AAAAAAAABO8/bbyqGt41wjY/s320/IMG_8137.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEq4KWLn6s4/TgEyRwjGvKI/AAAAAAAABPA/ccjeYUCRTAQ/s1600/IMG_8148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And at the end Matt took a fairly good one of me in front of the large waterfall.&amp;nbsp; We put Grace in the backpack to go back to the car.&amp;nbsp; She did not mind, she was pretty worn out from all of the excitement on the way up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEq4KWLn6s4/TgEyRwjGvKI/AAAAAAAABPA/ccjeYUCRTAQ/s1600/IMG_8148.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEq4KWLn6s4/TgEyRwjGvKI/AAAAAAAABPA/ccjeYUCRTAQ/s320/IMG_8148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Afterward, we set up some chairs in the parking lot and ate a little bit of a snacky lunch.&amp;nbsp; Here Grace is, in her sized chair, eating crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect outing for me, it was a perfect outing for Matt, and Grace seemed to love it too.&amp;nbsp; What a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4827992105329559502?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4827992105329559502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4827992105329559502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4827992105329559502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4827992105329559502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-celebrationhike.html' title='Weekend Celebration/Hike'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHjDCcxG8Go/TgEoWUsaa4I/AAAAAAAABOY/Bhc2uvIQUdk/s72-c/IMG_8091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8576680934603239732</id><published>2011-06-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:31:50.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 month check-up</title><content type='html'>Today was Grace's 18 month check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well.&amp;nbsp; She is 24 pounds, and 32 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-50 percentile for both height and weight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shots today so it was a nice visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to document the stats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8576680934603239732?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8576680934603239732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8576680934603239732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8576680934603239732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8576680934603239732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/18-month-check-up.html' title='18 month check-up'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5514433686731864708</id><published>2011-06-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:20:31.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Came From The Garden</title><content type='html'>Matt and I have been blessed with an early growing season in our garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for the squash and zucchini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the three years that I have had a garden at this house I have tried to grow squash and zucchini, but each year I have gotten NOTHING.&amp;nbsp; That is until this year.&amp;nbsp; I do not know if the change came because we started from plants (rather than seed), composted more, or because I newspapered early so that weeds would not get to the plants.&amp;nbsp; But whatever it was, we have been getting one or two squash/zucchini every day since Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been enjoying them, and Matt is experiencing the wonders of my creative culinary skills :)&lt;br /&gt;So far we have enjoyed:&amp;nbsp; sauteed squash, stir fry, chocolate zucchini cake, and a zucchini casserole.&lt;br /&gt;On the menu for the future:&amp;nbsp; More of the above, different casseroles (there are so many in the E. Shank Cookbook :), grilled squash and zucchini slices, and maybe crab cakes...and who knows what else will come to mind as I am in the garden gathering our bounty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if anyone else has an idea for squash or zucchini, let me know.&amp;nbsp; It seems we will be eating one or two a day from now till the season is over for them.&amp;nbsp; But this is a great way to get our veggies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5514433686731864708?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5514433686731864708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5514433686731864708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5514433686731864708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5514433686731864708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-came-from-garden.html' title='It Came From The Garden'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8068623918060961593</id><published>2011-06-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:59:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Baby Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChR9mpnZrjc/TfjISpucAfI/AAAAAAAABOU/dLdEoul3L_E/s1600/baby+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChR9mpnZrjc/TfjISpucAfI/AAAAAAAABOU/dLdEoul3L_E/s320/baby+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About two weeks ago we had our first appointment for baby Daniels #2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much out of the ordinary to report.&amp;nbsp; Healthy, strong heart beat of 164.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well with this pregnancy, and I am starting to feel much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share the picture.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8068623918060961593?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8068623918060961593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8068623918060961593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8068623918060961593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8068623918060961593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-baby-picture.html' title='First Baby Picture'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChR9mpnZrjc/TfjISpucAfI/AAAAAAAABOU/dLdEoul3L_E/s72-c/baby+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4011633847528220268</id><published>2011-06-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:44:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack</title><content type='html'>Grace's new favorite word is "quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my sister Amy yesterday and while on the phone I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace, what does a duck say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job Grace!&amp;nbsp; What does a dog say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace, what does a cow say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace, what does Aunt Amy say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter got louder and louder as this conversation continued.&lt;br /&gt;So when Matt got home I had to tell him this story.&amp;nbsp; So I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace, what does a duck say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace, what does a cow say?"&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a minute then loudly proclaimed "MOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to hear that she got it right, but it ruined my story that I was trying to tell Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4011633847528220268?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4011633847528220268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4011633847528220268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4011633847528220268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4011633847528220268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/quack.html' title='Quack'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1848230153966638342</id><published>2011-06-07T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:38:58.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is scary to think, but I believe that we are slowly becoming the "typical American family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At least in the way that we celebrated Memorial Day weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, we mainly worked on the garage shelving (which was already talked about).&amp;nbsp; Then we celebrated the long weekend of Matt being home with some wonderful food (which is not surprising to anyone who knows us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We began with sushi (not to worry we got the kind with no raw meat...pregnant people everywhere are very happy that they came up with that concept!).&amp;nbsp; The next day we ate stuffed peppers that Matt was surprised that he liked so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally (what makes us "typical") on Memorial day we pulled out the grill and cooked some wonderful steaks.&amp;nbsp; Yum, yum, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes this post special is what was going on while we were cooking or building.&amp;nbsp; Grace in all of her cuteness was enjoying her pool (another thing that makes us "typical"...we pulled out our pool on Memorial Day weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVw4EFkMeVs/Te7Auel_MGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/jf6dHKYtEUg/s1600/20110602+032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVw4EFkMeVs/Te7Auel_MGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/jf6dHKYtEUg/s320/20110602+032.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We will be using that pool a lot this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1848230153966638342?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1848230153966638342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1848230153966638342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1848230153966638342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1848230153966638342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVw4EFkMeVs/Te7Auel_MGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/jf6dHKYtEUg/s72-c/20110602+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-793119540591577819</id><published>2011-06-02T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:02:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Do With $100.00?</title><content type='html'>If that question was asked to Matt and I, we might respond with "Make garage shelving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is exactly what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister needed some basement shelving.&amp;nbsp; She found a snake in her basement and it was suggested that they get the boxes and other items off of the floor.&amp;nbsp; So Matt decided to help build the shelving.&amp;nbsp; Matt had a plan for shelving like this in his mind for about a year and a half (ever since our garage shelving broke).&amp;nbsp; So he showed the plans to my sister's husband and off they went to build.&amp;nbsp; The shelving turned out wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TCZuXqKceE/TegyiS0DEOI/AAAAAAAABOA/lC4ECc-I0Nw/s1600/20110601+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TCZuXqKceE/TegyiS0DEOI/AAAAAAAABOA/lC4ECc-I0Nw/s320/20110601+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About two weekends later it was a rainy weekend at our house.&amp;nbsp; I knew we were going to be cooped up so I suggested that Matt start our shelving.&amp;nbsp; After a $60.00 trip to Lowes to get the starter lumber we were on our way.&amp;nbsp; Chiseling, sawing, and other dust producing activities ensued for the next many weekends.&amp;nbsp; However, we were finally able to put up section after section and slowly see our garage get cleaner and more organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to our nature Matt and I were scavengers for this project.&amp;nbsp; A neighbor was replacing their wood railing for outdoor steps.&amp;nbsp; We got permission to take all the wood that we wanted from there.&amp;nbsp; Another neighbor was replacing their playhouse for the children.&amp;nbsp; More wood for us. &amp;nbsp; We used wood that was being saved for us at my parent's house.&amp;nbsp; And wood that we randomly already had in the shed.&amp;nbsp; Not all of the wood matches, but that does not bother me at all (most of the wood is being covered with stuff anyway!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7hY-QLBiYM/Tegyjch5GeI/AAAAAAAABOE/onoiBb8oQl4/s1600/20110601+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7hY-QLBiYM/Tegyjch5GeI/AAAAAAAABOE/onoiBb8oQl4/s320/20110601+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Matt and I went to Lowes once again to get $40.00 of wood to finish off the project.&amp;nbsp; It is done now!&amp;nbsp; For $100.00 (and a lot of time and cleaning of reclaimed wood) we built five 7 foot high, 3 foot wide, and 2 feet deep sections of shelving that is adjustable and sturdy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, I almost have my garage back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-793119540591577819?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/793119540591577819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=793119540591577819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/793119540591577819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/793119540591577819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-can-you-do-with-10000.html' title='What Can You Do With $100.00?'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TCZuXqKceE/TegyiS0DEOI/AAAAAAAABOA/lC4ECc-I0Nw/s72-c/20110601+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6347636140047833886</id><published>2011-05-31T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:36:34.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenway</title><content type='html'>About a month ago a friend of mine was on summer break from college.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to go on a walk with Grace and I, so she introduced us to the &lt;a href="http://greenways.org/"&gt;Greenway of Roanoke&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have been wanting to try out this area since I have hear many good things about it.&amp;nbsp; However the website is unclear about where to park, where some of the trail heads are, etc.&amp;nbsp; So I felt it was kind of the thing where someone introduces you to it, and life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a wonderful walk, and the Greenway was wonderful!&amp;nbsp; Two weeks later the MOMs group that I belong to was planning a stroller walk on the Greenway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihcv_8P4PoY/TeWJNPWfJmI/AAAAAAAABN0/dEOvb3Nb0To/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihcv_8P4PoY/TeWJNPWfJmI/AAAAAAAABN0/dEOvb3Nb0To/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were flooded out of the direction that I went last time, so we went the other way and explored that side of the Greenway.&amp;nbsp; Now let me explain, the Greenway system is one that (when finished) will start in Vinton, go through Roanoke, and end in Salem.&amp;nbsp; It will be walking paths that go by rivers, parks, neighborhoods, etc.&amp;nbsp; Usually when walking in this area I pass at least 3-4 wonderful playgrounds that Grace just begs to play on.&lt;br /&gt;While walking with the MOMs group we did stop and have our kids play on the playground for awhile before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday my friend Jennifer and I wanted to get our kids together for a play date.&amp;nbsp; I suggested the Greenway.&amp;nbsp; Jennifer had never been on it, and like me, was waiting for someone to introduce it to her.&amp;nbsp; So we walked a short while and then had the kids play on the playground.&amp;nbsp; We ate a snacky lunch then headed back.&amp;nbsp; It was such a wonderful trip.&amp;nbsp; I plan to go back, even just by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrOKZ41PfyU/TeWJOUK7mHI/AAAAAAAABN4/32j2rqPxEPM/s1600/015a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrOKZ41PfyU/TeWJOUK7mHI/AAAAAAAABN4/32j2rqPxEPM/s320/015a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The one main thing that Grace has learned from all of this is what playgrounds are for.&amp;nbsp; She never noticed them before but now we can not pass one (even while driving) without her pointing to it and making noises.&amp;nbsp; She wants to stop and play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6347636140047833886?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6347636140047833886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6347636140047833886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6347636140047833886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6347636140047833886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/05/greenway.html' title='Greenway'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihcv_8P4PoY/TeWJNPWfJmI/AAAAAAAABN0/dEOvb3Nb0To/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6334130354893709751</id><published>2011-05-15T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:34:39.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much To Say</title><content type='html'>Grace is cutting 4 teeth at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the yucky part of early pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I are building garage shelving (well, I am helping as much as I can...which usually involves keeping Grace out of the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, but not much to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6334130354893709751?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6334130354893709751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6334130354893709751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6334130354893709751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6334130354893709751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much To Say'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7750083525362211992</id><published>2011-05-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:33:19.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing In Harrisonburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One weekend while we were visiting in Harrisonburg, Grace and I went with my sister's family to a new park called A Dream Come True.&amp;nbsp; It was very, very nice.&amp;nbsp; There was a bike trail around the edge, swings, water fountain, and noise makers all around.&amp;nbsp; But to make the park even better it had at least two play areas that were designed for specific ages.&amp;nbsp; As you can see in the picture below Grace is walking to the 5-12 year old playground.&amp;nbsp; She did not play there, she stayed with the 2-5 area and was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI10li_bRPc/TcsdT4TnkYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Wqyg8h5lOAQ/s1600/20110428+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI10li_bRPc/TcsdT4TnkYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Wqyg8h5lOAQ/s320/20110428+010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the 2-5 playground there were tunnels, slides, steps, a little rock climbing wall, well let's just say that if you can imagine it, it was probably there.&amp;nbsp; Grace loved the slide.&amp;nbsp; She could have gone up the steps to get to the slide, or gone up the rock wall.&amp;nbsp; Which one do you think she preferred?&amp;nbsp; Yes, that would be the rock climbing wall, and her legs were so spotted with bruises the next day because she was determined to climb that wall no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5xuQo2pBII/TcsdKsROsWI/AAAAAAAABNo/rigru2eRy2c/s1600/20110428+009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5xuQo2pBII/TcsdKsROsWI/AAAAAAAABNo/rigru2eRy2c/s320/20110428+009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a wonderful time.&amp;nbsp; And what made it even better was that Matt and Mike were able to join us at the park after we had been there for a bit.&amp;nbsp; So they were able to play with the kids.&amp;nbsp; And Matt got to see this face as Grace came down the BIG slide all on her own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkSgMiu03bA/TcsdW9GWpMI/AAAAAAAABNw/DhZNiOAuW0g/s1600/20110428+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkSgMiu03bA/TcsdW9GWpMI/AAAAAAAABNw/DhZNiOAuW0g/s320/20110428+017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-949a2745433d3f3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D949a2745433d3f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1908EE179FA2539DA28E8796ACF9AA6573D09595.65B621E6C03F6773C58BA3EAB5A36AA87D6963CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D949a2745433d3f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEMXNYvkx0UuiihGUZR9sE8avEUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D949a2745433d3f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1908EE179FA2539DA28E8796ACF9AA6573D09595.65B621E6C03F6773C58BA3EAB5A36AA87D6963CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D949a2745433d3f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEMXNYvkx0UuiihGUZR9sE8avEUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year my mom decided to get a bounce around for her house.&amp;nbsp; It is kind of like those moon bounces that are at fairs.&amp;nbsp; We set it up when the kids need to get their energy out and it is not quite nice enough to run around outside.&amp;nbsp; This is a video of Grace's first time in the bounce around.&amp;nbsp; Since then she has become a master of both the bounce around and also the trampoline (which is also at mamaw and papaw's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7750083525362211992?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7750083525362211992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7750083525362211992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7750083525362211992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7750083525362211992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing-in-harrisonburg.html' title='Playing In Harrisonburg'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI10li_bRPc/TcsdT4TnkYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Wqyg8h5lOAQ/s72-c/20110428+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5467509333606697944</id><published>2011-05-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:12:46.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get the blog header</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I must say that doing a photo shoot with a one year old is not easy.&amp;nbsp; Especially when you are trying to have that one year old hold up a piece of paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My blog header might be the best picture of the bunch, but here are a few cute ones that I thought I would add also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhDI2l1rGGM/TcAoXtxUPJI/AAAAAAAABMo/rbZJtyKRZ9Q/s320/IMG_8046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-HdJ8u6CA0/TcAoZb8IBMI/AAAAAAAABMs/I9H48bb7XLg/s1600/IMG_8048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-HdJ8u6CA0/TcAoZb8IBMI/AAAAAAAABMs/I9H48bb7XLg/s320/IMG_8048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtaGBo-BEgI/TcAoctn4q4I/AAAAAAAABMw/IvKmbz0NH48/s1600/IMG_8051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtaGBo-BEgI/TcAoctn4q4I/AAAAAAAABMw/IvKmbz0NH48/s320/IMG_8051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GWLjwsbnuI/TcAogJNfY1I/AAAAAAAABM0/mVdzh756jXA/s1600/IMG_8068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GWLjwsbnuI/TcAogJNfY1I/AAAAAAAABM0/mVdzh756jXA/s320/IMG_8068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SeD5DKbVso/TcAohrmT1QI/AAAAAAAABM4/r6CE6HREWWM/s1600/IMG_8073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SeD5DKbVso/TcAohrmT1QI/AAAAAAAABM4/r6CE6HREWWM/s320/IMG_8073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She has no idea what is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5467509333606697944?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5467509333606697944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5467509333606697944&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5467509333606697944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5467509333606697944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/05/trying-to-get-blog-header.html' title='Trying to get the blog header'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhDI2l1rGGM/TcAoXtxUPJI/AAAAAAAABMo/rbZJtyKRZ9Q/s72-c/IMG_8046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-9041586593259237758</id><published>2011-05-02T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:39:24.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has many dolls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grace has many stuffed animals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grace has many toys.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is no question that she has a lack of any of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since she was born I tried to get her to love a "lovey" that I bought from Target.&amp;nbsp; It is soft, silky, has a teddy bear head on it, etc.&amp;nbsp; Well as much as I have tried, that is not the object that she has seemed to cling to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What has she chosen you might ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it is over 30 years old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And it is very well loved by her mother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is Butterscotch Bear from my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TeoobcPGA/Tb9M6P8aW9I/AAAAAAAABMc/rAnPiVTL9Mw/s1600/IMG_8045%255B1%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TeoobcPGA/Tb9M6P8aW9I/AAAAAAAABMc/rAnPiVTL9Mw/s320/IMG_8045%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must say, he did hold up very well from all of the loving that I gave him as a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But who would have thought that she would by-pass new items to cuddle with an old toy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At night and also nap I usually find her with one arm curled around this bear.&amp;nbsp; And when she wakes up she is usually holding him when I get her out of the crib.&amp;nbsp; Once Grace went into the master bedroom and found Matt sleeping so she (somewhat kindly) laid Butterscotch on top of Matt.&amp;nbsp; I guess he needed a toy to sleep with too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess she does have a lovey, just not the kind I was expecting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-9041586593259237758?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/9041586593259237758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=9041586593259237758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9041586593259237758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9041586593259237758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought?'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TeoobcPGA/Tb9M6P8aW9I/AAAAAAAABMc/rAnPiVTL9Mw/s72-c/IMG_8045%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4645371369218614333</id><published>2011-04-23T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:58:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today Matt, Grace and I went to an Easter party at our church.&amp;nbsp; I was unsure of how this was going to go.&amp;nbsp; Grace had been to an Easter egg hunt two days prior so I was sure that she would be fine with that part, but I knew that there were other activities offered.&amp;nbsp; It turned out that the party went wonderfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTCcdhNOGCE/TbNs-ktBK8I/AAAAAAAABLc/V2T4npm2Oic/s1600/IMG_7981%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTCcdhNOGCE/TbNs-ktBK8I/AAAAAAAABLc/V2T4npm2Oic/s320/IMG_7981%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We started with some coloring as all of the kids started to arrive.&amp;nbsp; Grace has been really enjoying scribbling, coloring, and actually eating (when I am not looking...which has happened twice) crayons and colored pencils.&amp;nbsp; So this was a very fun activity.&amp;nbsp; However, taking the crayons away to move on to the next activity was not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDhqBCKl_uI/TbNtFDawdtI/AAAAAAAABLg/ymOmLvkoxGQ/s1600/IMG_7991%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDhqBCKl_uI/TbNtFDawdtI/AAAAAAAABLg/ymOmLvkoxGQ/s320/IMG_7991%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our next activity was an Easter egg hunt.&amp;nbsp; We were able to get 22 eggs per child (that is a lot of chocolate).&amp;nbsp; Fortunately Grace still does not know that there was candy in the eggs.&amp;nbsp; She just simply thought that they were fun rattles. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4mAWGkfvQF8/TbNtLkQcKhI/AAAAAAAABLk/ANQLxHZyjE0/s1600/IMG_8000%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4mAWGkfvQF8/TbNtLkQcKhI/AAAAAAAABLk/ANQLxHZyjE0/s320/IMG_8000%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace was wonderful at picking up the eggs and putting them in the basket.&amp;nbsp; However, she decided that she was done after 16.&amp;nbsp; So I picked up the remaining 6.&amp;nbsp; The eggs were very obvious and just tossed in and open field.&amp;nbsp; Wonderful for the age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o26H8tvFack/TbNtR9Ok4JI/AAAAAAAABLo/xdksZIc3VhA/s1600/IMG_8004%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o26H8tvFack/TbNtR9Ok4JI/AAAAAAAABLo/xdksZIc3VhA/s320/IMG_8004%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next activity was a snack craft.&amp;nbsp; They told the story of the empty tomb and we "built" the story out of food.&amp;nbsp; A half of a doughnut for the tomb, a doughnut hole for the boulder, teddy grahams for the women who visited, a cookie with pretzels for wings as an angel.&amp;nbsp; It was a great activity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlF2et9EU_Q/TbNtXrIJLDI/AAAAAAAABLs/KLb_o-abKWc/s1600/IMG_8012%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlF2et9EU_Q/TbNtXrIJLDI/AAAAAAAABLs/KLb_o-abKWc/s320/IMG_8012%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In pure Grace fashion, she did not wait to build the whole scene...&lt;br /&gt;She did not wait for the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiXuEEQtZQ8/TbNtdxowJvI/AAAAAAAABLw/rCE1hZHC4K0/s1600/IMG_8015%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiXuEEQtZQ8/TbNtdxowJvI/AAAAAAAABLw/rCE1hZHC4K0/s320/IMG_8015%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She began to eat each part of the craft as it was placed in front of her on the plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svdWcvlVu1A/TbNtj_2p8yI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ltikn4xD_I4/s1600/IMG_8018%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svdWcvlVu1A/TbNtj_2p8yI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ltikn4xD_I4/s320/IMG_8018%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And it was good!&lt;br /&gt;We then had story time where we listened to two stories.&amp;nbsp; Or at least tried to, before she decided that it would be more fun to run up and down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzBKUvBbyTk/TbNtp_9SwMI/AAAAAAAABL4/GLRbAT77YvQ/s1600/IMG_8028%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzBKUvBbyTk/TbNtp_9SwMI/AAAAAAAABL4/GLRbAT77YvQ/s320/IMG_8028%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which is a good thing that the next item for us was game time.&amp;nbsp; Which involved balls that have handles on them so that you can hold the handle and sit on them and bounce, but these balls had bunny slipcovers on them.&amp;nbsp; Grace decided that she needed to pet and hug these bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZnPO1ibm-0/TbNtwazygzI/AAAAAAAABL8/xUj3qF0MDLA/s1600/IMG_8033%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZnPO1ibm-0/TbNtwazygzI/AAAAAAAABL8/xUj3qF0MDLA/s320/IMG_8033%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She also needed to kiss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmFzHgdGR40/TbNt0QVZW_I/AAAAAAAABMA/eFhFIMfpcoo/s1600/IMG_8034%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmFzHgdGR40/TbNt0QVZW_I/AAAAAAAABMA/eFhFIMfpcoo/s320/IMG_8034%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also played bunny bowling.&amp;nbsp; She did pretty good rolling the ball from a sitting position.&amp;nbsp; But it was not long before she decided that it was more fun to knock them down without the ball (mainly using her head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbPOYQcuvZ0/TbNt7swVVoI/AAAAAAAABME/kg3TWSYKdU4/s1600/IMG_8040%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbPOYQcuvZ0/TbNt7swVVoI/AAAAAAAABME/kg3TWSYKdU4/s320/IMG_8040%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day was wonderful, but what I was most amazed at was she did very well at taking turns with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Easter to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4645371369218614333?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4645371369218614333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4645371369218614333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4645371369218614333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4645371369218614333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-party.html' title='Easter Party'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTCcdhNOGCE/TbNs-ktBK8I/AAAAAAAABLc/V2T4npm2Oic/s72-c/IMG_7981%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5109420607618608213</id><published>2011-04-14T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:51:46.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigtails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I decided to try doing something with Grace's hair.&amp;nbsp; After a trip to Walmart to find ponytail holders small enough for her hair, we were ready to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9sZ-mkY64Y/Taddw2fjGHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-irrUiZ4duE/s1600/IMG_0365%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9sZ-mkY64Y/Taddw2fjGHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-irrUiZ4duE/s320/IMG_0365%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hx7nM6Q2Cec/TaddyhswNzI/AAAAAAAABLU/t3xFXT7mHbk/s1600/IMG_0366%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hx7nM6Q2Cec/TaddyhswNzI/AAAAAAAABLU/t3xFXT7mHbk/s320/IMG_0366%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWYXJMYzLSo/Tadd1Vo-TSI/AAAAAAAABLY/ADtCuU8Yk1U/s1600/IMG_0367%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWYXJMYzLSo/Tadd1Vo-TSI/AAAAAAAABLY/ADtCuU8Yk1U/s320/IMG_0367%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think they are very cute.&amp;nbsp; Also, she has kept them in for about 3 hours at this point (longer than I ever expected).&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5109420607618608213?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5109420607618608213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5109420607618608213&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5109420607618608213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5109420607618608213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/04/pigtails.html' title='Pigtails'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9sZ-mkY64Y/Taddw2fjGHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-irrUiZ4duE/s72-c/IMG_0365%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5096889375784639729</id><published>2011-04-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:07:52.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXPjOjXcfDM/TZopZ1QoPqI/AAAAAAAABKg/GTSNFwxZVw8/s1600/IMG_0332%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXPjOjXcfDM/TZopZ1QoPqI/AAAAAAAABKg/GTSNFwxZVw8/s320/IMG_0332%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recently Grace has enjoyed her wooden blocks more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4FS9sl7UM8/TZopeotiopI/AAAAAAAABKk/Ax4DLmD8CEg/s1600/IMG_0333%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4FS9sl7UM8/TZopeotiopI/AAAAAAAABKk/Ax4DLmD8CEg/s320/IMG_0333%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She really loves stacking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbSwe3OVNtI/TZoplz1V4BI/AAAAAAAABKo/z6F8cd60P_k/s1600/IMG_0334%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbSwe3OVNtI/TZoplz1V4BI/AAAAAAAABKo/z6F8cd60P_k/s320/IMG_0334%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She has been able to stack seven of the small blocks (the two top ones in the picture above) in a tower before it falls over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCSVrxQ74n0/TZopqySZLFI/AAAAAAAABKs/3GA66-qYVao/s1600/IMG_0335%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCSVrxQ74n0/TZopqySZLFI/AAAAAAAABKs/3GA66-qYVao/s320/IMG_0335%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at that concentration.&amp;nbsp; Now I am being pulled away from the computer to help Grace with a puzzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5096889375784639729?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5096889375784639729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5096889375784639729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5096889375784639729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5096889375784639729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/04/stacking.html' title='Stacking'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXPjOjXcfDM/TZopZ1QoPqI/AAAAAAAABKg/GTSNFwxZVw8/s72-c/IMG_0332%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7840976455661673531</id><published>2011-04-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:27:25.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money</title><content type='html'>I must admit, it is not much of a surprise, but I married a dumpster diver.&amp;nbsp; No, he does not go after food, but you can bet that when colleges let out he is looking for good finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year he found a hair cutting kit.&amp;nbsp; Clippers, many different sized gauges, etc. all you need to give a man a good clipper cut.&amp;nbsp; We have had this kit for almost a year, and today he came to me and said..."can you give me a haircut?"&amp;nbsp; I very hesitantly agreed (thinking in my head...I hope I do not scalp him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a quick overview of how to work the clippers and said start slow.&amp;nbsp; So I started slow and continued slow, even after he told me that I could go faster.&amp;nbsp; The longer I went the more confidence I got.&amp;nbsp; In the end I had enough confidence to take off the guard and clean up his neck and cut out his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the haircut turned out very well.&amp;nbsp; I think that I will take the advice of my sister of where she does about 3 haircuts at home, then has her guys get one real good haircut at a barber shop.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed giving Matt a haircut but I think that every once in awhile he will need to get professionally cleaned up.&amp;nbsp; But in the meantime this is going to save a bit of money (which always makes me smile!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7840976455661673531?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7840976455661673531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7840976455661673531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7840976455661673531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7840976455661673531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/04/saving-money.html' title='Saving Money'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8363759288435457576</id><published>2011-03-31T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:19:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear!</title><content type='html'>It isn't what you think - honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have snagged my wife's keyboard to bring you the multi-syllable word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Grace brings the word of the day to us.&amp;nbsp; We were all in the living room, after having watched Pixar's 'Cars'.&amp;nbsp; We've seen it before, and it still was a good movie.&amp;nbsp; It leaves you with a happy feeling at the end.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards, Grace, Lana and I were giggling and talking and having silly fun with an empty Kleenex box.&amp;nbsp; Grace wanted down, so she could fetch her box.&amp;nbsp; Although, being just a box, she quickly lost interest in it.&amp;nbsp; And wanted back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace walked over to Lana, and held her arms out.&amp;nbsp; Lana didn't want to pick her up.&amp;nbsp; Grace, apparently feeling snubbed, walked over to me - arms out.&amp;nbsp; I picked her up, and she giggled.&amp;nbsp; She promptly pointed the spoon that she had in her other hand at Lana, and very clearly proclaimed:&amp;nbsp; "Underwear!"&amp;nbsp; Lana and I were both surprised, but we all started laughing.&amp;nbsp; Grace laughed too - she even covered her mouth when she did so - just like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are funny, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8363759288435457576?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8363759288435457576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8363759288435457576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8363759288435457576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8363759288435457576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/underwear.html' title='Underwear!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4373198396980207482</id><published>2011-03-29T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:39:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the best sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And according to Grace, Papaws and Grandpas make the best mattresses ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnITz8fyEfs/TZJ5tMeN5iI/AAAAAAAABKQ/k14Pq98H-9U/s1600/20110314+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnITz8fyEfs/TZJ5tMeN5iI/AAAAAAAABKQ/k14Pq98H-9U/s320/20110314+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How can you not have a great sleep when you are snuggled up with a Papaw or a Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XoH_bAbkntA/TZJ6gR0FyAI/AAAAAAAABKc/c_VQvnom8VU/s1600/IMG_0236%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XoH_bAbkntA/TZJ6gR0FyAI/AAAAAAAABKc/c_VQvnom8VU/s320/IMG_0236%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Steve, thank you so much for being so willing to help my daughter get some good sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4373198396980207482?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4373198396980207482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4373198396980207482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4373198396980207482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4373198396980207482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-best-sleep.html' title='For the best sleep...'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtXgUV9PFyk/TZJ5x3ssLSI/AAAAAAAABKU/wpahxqxOTrw/s72-c/20110314+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5236259603407596253</id><published>2011-03-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:29:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HB4xcxgZW5Y/TYebfy1AK4I/AAAAAAAABKM/wseizhaKI_M/s1600/IMG_0328%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HB4xcxgZW5Y/TYebfy1AK4I/AAAAAAAABKM/wseizhaKI_M/s320/IMG_0328%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a great day to have a picnic with a wonderful neighbor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7076985879137923141?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7076985879137923141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7076985879137923141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7076985879137923141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7076985879137923141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/beautiful-beautiful-saturday.html' title='Beautiful, Beautiful Saturday'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HB4xcxgZW5Y/TYebfy1AK4I/AAAAAAAABKM/wseizhaKI_M/s72-c/IMG_0328%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8052124600192282116</id><published>2011-03-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:00:43.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generous To A Fault</title><content type='html'>Dear Grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you love to share.&amp;nbsp; You share your toys, you share your food, you did not have to share this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to see you not feel well, but if only I could feel well too I might be able to take better care of you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You are trying to take care of me though.&amp;nbsp; This morning I was laying on the floor and you would walk up to me, hug me, wipe my nose with a tissue, hug me again, try to stick the pacifier in my mouth, hug me once more then go off to play.&amp;nbsp; I believe that you went through that routine about three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as things go, you got sick on Monday.&amp;nbsp; I got sick on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Your dad should be very worried because if trends continue, his turn is tonight.&amp;nbsp; But, if that does happen...who will be around to take care of us as he has done today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace I love you, please get well soon (and I plan to do the same).&amp;nbsp; This is one "not fun" time that I am having with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8052124600192282116?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8052124600192282116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8052124600192282116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8052124600192282116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8052124600192282116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/generous-to-fault.html' title='Generous To A Fault'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-1891238739417995492</id><published>2011-03-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T06:27:45.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 14</title><content type='html'>March 14th is a memorable day.&amp;nbsp; It is my nephew's birthday (happy birthday Shannon).&amp;nbsp; It is 12 days after my sister's birthday (happy birthday Amy).&amp;nbsp; It is one day before the Ides of March (Sorry Julius Ceasar).&amp;nbsp; It is pi day.&amp;nbsp; And I could go on and on and on, but none of those reasons are the reason that I will remember this day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day that Grace got sick...and I mean really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Grace has had colds.&amp;nbsp; Yes Grace has not felt well after shots.&amp;nbsp; And yes Grace has spit up or "thrown up" before (but those were tiny streams that I could just easily wipe away without thinking twice about it).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Grace was not feeling well so we spent most of the day cuddling and watching VeggieTales.&amp;nbsp; Last night about five minutes before Matt got home Grace got sick.&amp;nbsp; I am talking about...grab a bucket, oh I wish there were a towel under us, undress Grace in the bathtub because she is that messy, smelly, yucky sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still not well.&amp;nbsp; We will have another cuddle day.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is that this is an adventure that I will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Caesar"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-1891238739417995492?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/1891238739417995492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=1891238739417995492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1891238739417995492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/1891238739417995492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-14.html' title='March 14'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-8541546079274132701</id><published>2011-03-10T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:48:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1Ws7x8DzyHM/TXkqJ9s9-YI/AAAAAAAABKI/I5KdJ47yQuk/s1600/IMG_0324%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1Ws7x8DzyHM/TXkqJ9s9-YI/AAAAAAAABKI/I5KdJ47yQuk/s320/IMG_0324%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life has been normal (or as normal as it can be with a one year old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has had a cold for the past two days so she has been a little off, but that is not stopping her at all.&amp;nbsp; She has many new tricks up her sleeve recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick list of some of the new things that she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;She has discovered how to do and undo zippers.&amp;nbsp; This means that she will not keep any of her coats zipped up, she can unzip all of the bags that I have her toys in...so the hallway is covered with toys that she now has access to, and she can now open up Matt's office bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waves hello and bye bye almost all the time.&amp;nbsp; Also, it is not just a normal wave, she puts her hand in the shape of a sign language "E" and moves it back and forth much like you would to turn a door knob.&amp;nbsp; It is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g6N9QZpLbps/TXkqGcUBK8I/AAAAAAAABKE/Si0ffplLb-c/s1600/IMG_0323%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g6N9QZpLbps/TXkqGcUBK8I/AAAAAAAABKE/Si0ffplLb-c/s320/IMG_0323%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she was eating banana and I decided to try something new.&amp;nbsp; So I placed a plastic fork on her tray.&amp;nbsp; Without much ado she picked up the fork and began stabbing the pieces of banana.&amp;nbsp; And yes, then the banana made it's way to her mouth.&amp;nbsp; She ate with a fork!&amp;nbsp; Now granted she also used her hands, and every once in a while she would pick the banana off the fork with her hands and eat it like that, but for the first time eating with a fork by herself it was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IhwpZMuZxsQ/TXkqCv9UQCI/AAAAAAAABKA/2StZmsMA4xo/s1600/IMG_0322%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IhwpZMuZxsQ/TXkqCv9UQCI/AAAAAAAABKA/2StZmsMA4xo/s320/IMG_0322%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I can remember them all I will try to make a list of her words here.&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh, da da, ma ma, gin (again), hi, bye.&amp;nbsp; I am sure that there are more, but this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to dance and will dance whether she is standing or sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything that she can get her hands on is a "phone."&amp;nbsp; She will put it up to her ear and babble. However, when someone tries to talk to her on the phone she will say nothing.&amp;nbsp; Strange, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a sweet little girl who is always on the go, and always wants to know what you are doing.&amp;nbsp; And she is starting to copy just about everything we are doing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-8541546079274132701?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/8541546079274132701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=8541546079274132701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8541546079274132701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/8541546079274132701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1Ws7x8DzyHM/TXkqJ9s9-YI/AAAAAAAABKI/I5KdJ47yQuk/s72-c/IMG_0324%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4173927504408033392</id><published>2011-03-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:29:25.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuffed Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back in January, Grace and I went to the library (granted this is not an uncommon thing for us to do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This time while we were there the librarian showed us a poster for the Winter Reading Program.&amp;nbsp; I thought, we read about 4 books a day anyway...why not just write them down and join this program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We kept reading as much as we normally do, but it was harder than I thought to write down all of the titles.&amp;nbsp; Or to keep up with "I read this title 5 times, but this one only 3."&amp;nbsp; But I did my best to keep all my records accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Thursday Grace and I went back to that particular library and handed in our forms to get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PY3Ai0coCng/TXLh0sey5xI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4Qq2HoyKEYg/s320/IMG_0316%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this hedgehog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JsmyV6M0TUM/TXLh6U6_GzI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Kee-fGn3szw/s1600/IMG_0319%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JsmyV6M0TUM/TXLh6U6_GzI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Kee-fGn3szw/s320/IMG_0319%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She seems to like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eq3h1mI7dSs/TXLh-Wx0tKI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EYFXKLPXN_M/s1600/IMG_0321%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eq3h1mI7dSs/TXLh-Wx0tKI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EYFXKLPXN_M/s320/IMG_0321%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is a cute little finger puppet.&amp;nbsp; I think that Grace will love playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4173927504408033392?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4173927504408033392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4173927504408033392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4173927504408033392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4173927504408033392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-stuffed-animal.html' title='New Stuffed Animal'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PY3Ai0coCng/TXLh0sey5xI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4Qq2HoyKEYg/s72-c/IMG_0316%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-2988218712108141014</id><published>2011-03-01T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:35:41.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SIz_i1TpB4g/TW0eZOqdELI/AAAAAAAABJA/h4R03chMGOE/s1600/20110214+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SIz_i1TpB4g/TW0eZOqdELI/AAAAAAAABJA/h4R03chMGOE/s320/20110214+026.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that I am a bit behind on my holidays...for goodness sake I have not even blogged about Christmas!&amp;nbsp; But here is Valentines at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I made a menu of Boeuf en Croute, festive salad, corn (mainly for Grace), and Tiramisu.&amp;nbsp; As usual we had cheese, grapes, sausage, and strawberries to eat with crackers as the day progressed till dinner (we usually do not get a lunch due to all of the cooking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the menu we realized that we had two challenging items (the Boeuf and the Tiramisu) and two simple items (the corn and the salad) which ended up being the best for us.&amp;nbsp; We still got the challenge of cooking something new.&amp;nbsp; We still needed to work together to make the dinner.&amp;nbsp; But we only had to focus on two items so we could spend more time playing and dancing around with Grace, who was always trying to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Grace seemed to have a great time that day (the header picture is from Valentine's dinner). The dinner was wonderful (we have made the salad many times since).&amp;nbsp; The roses that I got from Matt and Grace made a nice centerpiece to the table.&amp;nbsp; It was just a very special day for all three of us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's day also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-2988218712108141014?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/2988218712108141014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=2988218712108141014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2988218712108141014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/2988218712108141014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/03/valentines-dinner.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SIz_i1TpB4g/TW0eZOqdELI/AAAAAAAABJA/h4R03chMGOE/s72-c/20110214+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-91076877915043887</id><published>2011-02-19T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:48:29.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some videos of what has been happening around our house lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-951bd323a7bbda5f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D951bd323a7bbda5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D390D65782365502D3BD1319E95AB531271BAC2A4.BA9611F59D0D8AB21429220D577C1925B002CEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D951bd323a7bbda5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlJXQJJrV6DwkAKjF1VHiKEtjew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D951bd323a7bbda5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D390D65782365502D3BD1319E95AB531271BAC2A4.BA9611F59D0D8AB21429220D577C1925B002CEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D951bd323a7bbda5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlJXQJJrV6DwkAKjF1VHiKEtjew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sue, I thought you might like to hear what your piano sounds like after the move happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-afeaab0a41d7aaf3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafeaab0a41d7aaf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D620226471256A1ED458506AC0FF017D2AC147F61.527DF4C3319D9931F91BFEB599486EE8D4E3D545%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafeaab0a41d7aaf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw65CMiwF8rA7MNmbYa5Sv7ZYJfw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafeaab0a41d7aaf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D620226471256A1ED458506AC0FF017D2AC147F61.527DF4C3319D9931F91BFEB599486EE8D4E3D545%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafeaab0a41d7aaf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw65CMiwF8rA7MNmbYa5Sv7ZYJfw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace has loved playing in her rocking chair.&amp;nbsp; She fell in love with rocking chairs while at Chris and Katie's during Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Only recently has she learned that she should not stand up in a chair that moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81f44801f3db6d56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81f44801f3db6d56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70215DDF81FE0D04344CCC3A718BAEF3FF90D46.36EFC7C8D2A24B55816F24D3EBA3025A3D420302%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81f44801f3db6d56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv9Uk1YIDZbvqXgOSBeXCBTrkEkI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81f44801f3db6d56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70215DDF81FE0D04344CCC3A718BAEF3FF90D46.36EFC7C8D2A24B55816F24D3EBA3025A3D420302%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81f44801f3db6d56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv9Uk1YIDZbvqXgOSBeXCBTrkEkI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;High 60-low 70 degree weather has let us assemble her playhouse.&amp;nbsp; This was her first time investigating it.&amp;nbsp; She loves the doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-91076877915043887?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/91076877915043887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=91076877915043887&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/91076877915043887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/91076877915043887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/02/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-925491524358839808</id><published>2011-02-14T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:35:32.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pweHwXUf7Zk/TVlm5JUd3tI/AAAAAAAABGk/s1600/20110214+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace learned a few things this weekend.&amp;nbsp; To name a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can now climb up on our kitchen chairs and sit very proudly upon them&lt;br /&gt;She can drink from a straw&lt;br /&gt;and she has been practicing going up and down stairs quite often (especially at church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWr_-Dr_AOQ/TVlm8Eyt0GI/AAAAAAAABGo/9i1YvPPuYFA/s1600/20110214+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWr_-Dr_AOQ/TVlm8Eyt0GI/AAAAAAAABGo/9i1YvPPuYFA/s320/20110214+010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are some pictures of her after her haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btCsNUklPD0/TVlm-mVHB5I/AAAAAAAABGs/8xQh4VSrNZ0/s1600/20110214+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btCsNUklPD0/TVlm-mVHB5I/AAAAAAAABGs/8xQh4VSrNZ0/s320/20110214+011.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She loved playing with the blinds while Matt and I were making dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFkRl-g43C8/TVlnE1phW_I/AAAAAAAABGw/Jxt9K4HPss0/s1600/20110214+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFkRl-g43C8/TVlnE1phW_I/AAAAAAAABGw/Jxt9K4HPss0/s320/20110214+020.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-925491524358839808?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/925491524358839808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=925491524358839808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/925491524358839808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/925491524358839808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/02/haircut-pictures.html' title='Haircut pictures'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWr_-Dr_AOQ/TVlm8Eyt0GI/AAAAAAAABGo/9i1YvPPuYFA/s72-c/20110214+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7506056077969537395</id><published>2011-02-08T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:27:43.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday Matt and I took a trip to Harrisonburg.&amp;nbsp; While there we decided to finally get Grace's hair cut for the first time.&amp;nbsp; The bangs were getting long and in her eyes, and then she has this weird hairline in the back that I wanted an opinion on what we should do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGF338F8XI/AAAAAAAABGU/uVmGsidmDSw/s1600/IMG_0277%255B1%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGF338F8XI/AAAAAAAABGU/uVmGsidmDSw/s320/IMG_0277%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice that they had a police car to play in while we waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGHMyTujeI/AAAAAAAABGY/z_pnPdCr-Z8/s1600/IMG_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGHMyTujeI/AAAAAAAABGY/z_pnPdCr-Z8/s320/IMG_0287.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking a little shabby just before the haircut.&amp;nbsp; This was during the two minutes that she allowed the cape to stay on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFZ6B2itI/AAAAAAAABF8/GP_YF24cel4/s1600/IMG_0290%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFZ6B2itI/AAAAAAAABF8/GP_YF24cel4/s320/IMG_0290%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFgbdiwmI/AAAAAAAABGE/6RFbLK6kG4k/s1600/IMG_0288%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFgbdiwmI/AAAAAAAABGE/6RFbLK6kG4k/s320/IMG_0288%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cape was much more fun to play with (which was good since it distracted her while she got her haircut).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; But she was good, she did not cry the whole time and really did not care what was happening to her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFdeJ6T7I/AAAAAAAABGA/WItuR7_99lQ/s1600/IMG_0289%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFdeJ6T7I/AAAAAAAABGA/WItuR7_99lQ/s320/IMG_0289%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFrHqRMOI/AAAAAAAABGM/jVhhhwuD-0c/s1600/IMG_0284%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFrHqRMOI/AAAAAAAABGM/jVhhhwuD-0c/s320/IMG_0284%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, this is not an after picture...this is actually another "before" picture.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was so cute I just had to add it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGFzS3DZSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cr3-irx1gMw/s1600/IMG_0286%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the haircut everyone said one of two things:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; They never realized how shabby her hair had gotten, but she looks so much better with it all cleaned up now.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; She looks so much older.&amp;nbsp; To which I respond "Yes, she looks almost 15 months old now!"&amp;nbsp; ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who will ask, yes I did save some of her hair and it will be going in her baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGF338F8XI/AAAAAAAABGU/uVmGsidmDSw/s1600/IMG_0277%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7506056077969537395?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7506056077969537395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7506056077969537395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7506056077969537395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7506056077969537395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TVGF338F8XI/AAAAAAAABGU/uVmGsidmDSw/s72-c/IMG_0277%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3030339720750599602</id><published>2011-02-03T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:15:48.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Now for a very short post, because that is all that Grace is allowing me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is now getting all four of her one year molars.&amp;nbsp; Teething, drooling, and cuddling included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the missing part of the post...&lt;br /&gt;When an item is missing from the kitchen where do I look?&amp;nbsp; The dining room?&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; The Living Room?&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; Any other room in the house?&amp;nbsp; Nope...&lt;br /&gt;I look in the car, and I usually find success.&amp;nbsp; Grace has not really clung to an item that she has to take everywhere (except her pacifiers).&amp;nbsp; But she has discovered that she likes to play with kitchen items and when we leave to go somewhere if she is playing with one, it needs to go with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car I have discovered:&amp;nbsp; a plastic cup, many lids, many bowls (none of which fit the lids), straws, a spatula, and a funnel, and many others.&amp;nbsp; Add a sink and a fridge and I think that I could have a mobile kitchen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in a previous post, Grace always keeps things interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3030339720750599602?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3030339720750599602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3030339720750599602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3030339720750599602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3030339720750599602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/02/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6115095911839306311</id><published>2011-01-27T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:45:44.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Life is always a new experience with a little 1 year old around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the new things that she has been doing recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TUGR5usPomI/AAAAAAAAA_w/MvkaLWiluj0/s1600/IMG_0254%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TUGR5usPomI/AAAAAAAAA_w/MvkaLWiluj0/s320/IMG_0254%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566891035378819682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is now taking only one nap a day (which I have to admit, I love!)  She goes to bed earlier and wakes up later.  And there is only one time of the day that I have to worry about messing up her schedule in order to run around town with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting 2 of her 1 year molars in (both top).  So this will make 10 very sharp teeth, which she reminds me of when I check on the progress of the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TUGR5L18FdI/AAAAAAAAA_o/6uU73IMfNnU/s1600/IMG_0252%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TUGR5L18FdI/AAAAAAAAA_o/6uU73IMfNnU/s320/IMG_0252%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566891026024240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is saying Da-Da more often and correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now holding and biting off things such as bananas, fruit bars, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are many other new actions that I am sure I am forgetting at this moment.  But needless to say she is getting bigger, smarter, and more curious by the day...which means that my job is getting more challenging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6115095911839306311?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6115095911839306311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6115095911839306311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6115095911839306311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6115095911839306311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TUGR5usPomI/AAAAAAAAA_w/MvkaLWiluj0/s72-c/IMG_0254%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7732893542471576151</id><published>2011-01-19T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:48:51.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Adventures</title><content type='html'>In October I got mad.  The floors creaked and cracked and popped so much that no matter where we walked upstairs it would wake up Grace.  So one night in October I got Matt to agree with me and we began to rip up the carpet in the hallway.  Then Matt screwed down the boards better then they were and he glued the seams.  No more squeaks in the hallway.  Now to do the master bedroom, guest bedroom and nursery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for two months we have been ripping up carpet, screwing down boards, gluing sections, and living as normal as we can with the chaos that was happening in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday the carpet men finally came to put down new carpet.  That meant that the baby gates had to be put away for a short while.  Grace instantly was drawn to the stairs.  She went up them at least 10-15 times that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTdX4C5uNBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/8fNeTXWV9i8/s1600/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTdX4C5uNBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/8fNeTXWV9i8/s320/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564012485002802194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not selfish.  She made sure to share the fun of the climbing of the stairs with her most cherished toys.  She took a spoon, a bowl, a lanyard, and a pen up to the top of the stairs.  On her final adventure up the stairs she walked across the living room as if on a mission, leaned over as she went through the doorway (to the location where her stuffed animals and dolls are kept), grabbed the penguin by the beak and without missing a beat or slowing her walk headed for the stairs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTdX4lEnluI/AAAAAAAAA_g/PwbpwpLWIVU/s1600/IMG_0251%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTdX4lEnluI/AAAAAAAAA_g/PwbpwpLWIVU/s320/IMG_0251%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564012494175311586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once on the stairs she paused for a photo shoot as if to say "yes, this is my penguin and we are going on an adventure."  Then up the stairs she went....again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpet is now down, and the stairs are blocked off again.  She will just have to find many other adventures to have with her toys.  There is surely no lack of adventure with Grace around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7732893542471576151?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7732893542471576151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7732893542471576151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7732893542471576151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7732893542471576151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/01/climbing-adventures.html' title='Climbing Adventures'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTdX4C5uNBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/8fNeTXWV9i8/s72-c/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4475621908135670140</id><published>2011-01-17T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:49:38.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple Does Not Fall Far</title><content type='html'>With having parents who are avid readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTRVz7ey9WI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sI3wwD6s1Zg/s1600/IMG_0239%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTRVz7ey9WI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sI3wwD6s1Zg/s320/IMG_0239%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563165790337955170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did not have much of a chance.  She does love her books, especially "Dinosaur's Binket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTRVzdrkq6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/-4WRdtAnd64/s1600/IMG_0238%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTRVzdrkq6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/-4WRdtAnd64/s320/IMG_0238%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563165782338481058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;News Flash:  Last night Grace learned how to make waves in the tub by scooting her body forward and backward.  She also learned about slapping the water to make a real "splash bath" (thanks Matt for teaching her this).  And one more, she climbed up all of the stairs today.  All by herself!  Yes, I was very close behind in case she would lose her footing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4475621908135670140?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4475621908135670140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4475621908135670140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4475621908135670140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4475621908135670140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-does-not-fall-far.html' title='The Apple Does Not Fall Far'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TTRVz7ey9WI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sI3wwD6s1Zg/s72-c/IMG_0239%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7781167347197889536</id><published>2011-01-08T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T05:12:10.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Year!</title><content type='html'>Dear Grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year it has been!  You have completely changed our lives and made them so much richer and better.  You are growing, exploring, and changing everyday.  Some of the accomplishments that you achieved this year have been:&lt;br /&gt;rolling over&lt;br /&gt;sitting&lt;br /&gt;standing&lt;br /&gt;crawling&lt;br /&gt;walking&lt;br /&gt;saying your first word (uh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;getting 8 teeth&lt;br /&gt;and many, many other things.&lt;br /&gt;But the main things that make my heart sing are all of the smiles, laughs, cuddles, and hugs that you give me and your dad everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to many more amazing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom and Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7781167347197889536?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7781167347197889536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7781167347197889536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7781167347197889536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7781167347197889536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-year.html' title='What a Year!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5794385116156544608</id><published>2011-01-05T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:48:21.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Stats</title><content type='html'>Grace had her 1 year appointment this past Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is finally feeling better after having a cold and getting 5 shots on top of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor's office we found out that she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 pounds 2 ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 3/4 inches tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her head is 18 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5794385116156544608?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5794385116156544608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5794385116156544608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5794385116156544608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5794385116156544608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-stats.html' title='Quick Stats'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6438706182883860681</id><published>2010-12-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:53:40.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Late Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas (very late) from the Daniels Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRufgyeJ2hI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RoZaYIsP1vM/s1600/IMG_0533%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRufgyeJ2hI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RoZaYIsP1vM/s320/IMG_0533%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556209950944516626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6438706182883860681?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6438706182883860681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6438706182883860681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6438706182883860681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6438706182883860681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-late-greeting.html' title='Very Late Greeting'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRufgyeJ2hI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RoZaYIsP1vM/s72-c/IMG_0533%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7717486083546790006</id><published>2010-12-24T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:52:36.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Playable Snow</title><content type='html'>Last week we got about 4 inches of snow.  Which in turn closed schools, closed businesses, but more importantly made Matt work from home.  Around lunchtime Grace and I convinced Matt that it would be a good thing to take a break from work and play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEgPXEWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/N_O15AKcavA/s1600/IMG_0478%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEgPXEWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/N_O15AKcavA/s320/IMG_0478%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554368882549395810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and I threw snowballs at each other.  Grace was handed a snowball but was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEZAVY4I/AAAAAAAAA-c/c343vUQ12HM/s1600/IMG_0484%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEZAVY4I/AAAAAAAAA-c/c343vUQ12HM/s320/IMG_0484%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554368880607323010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, she did like being held as we went for a walk on the snowy streets of our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEV70nyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zd6-F_7RzAI/s1600/IMG_0481%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEV70nyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zd6-F_7RzAI/s320/IMG_0481%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554368879783092002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making snow angels was a new and strange experience.  Not her favorite event of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEESipBI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kIkWl9Bpe04/s1600/IMG_0477%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEESipBI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kIkWl9Bpe04/s320/IMG_0477%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554368875046544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was not Grace's first snow.  But, during the other snows she was only about 2 months old.  So this is the first one where she could get out, touch, play, and really experience the snow.  Her first playable snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7717486083546790006?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7717486083546790006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7717486083546790006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7717486083546790006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7717486083546790006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-playable-snow.html' title='First Playable Snow'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TRUVEgPXEWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/N_O15AKcavA/s72-c/IMG_0478%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-7868925707625624265</id><published>2010-12-21T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:20:12.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Texas We Go:  Part 4</title><content type='html'>And now the conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service we arrived back at the hotel to find out that the long anticipated package had arrived.  Dad had overnighted us passports and Matt's international driver's license.  When looking at the passports we discovered that Matt's most recent one was three months expired.  Ugh...no driver's license, and now an expired passport.  How in the world are we going to get back to Virginia?  On our good looks and charm?  At this moment we did not want to worry about that so we got into some more comfortable clothes and went out to eat with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's aunt, uncle, and cousins also got a room at the hotel.  So after dinner we all went to their much larger and adjoined rooms, to play games/watch sports/talk.  It was very nice to relax and begin to get to know these people who are now family to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke bright and early and were ready to head back to the airport.  We got our tickets, checked our bags, then off to the security checkpoint (the part we have been dreading for two days now).  All three of us stood by the security officer and told him our story.  The license was lost...yes we did report it to the airlines... no we do not have any other id...yeah, we do have a check card in his name...here is an expired passport (smiling hopefully)...and here is an international drivers license, yes it is expired but it DOES have his picture in it...no, we do not have his social security card...please, please, please, we just want to go home.  After pleading from all three of us and showing them everything that we could find that had Matt's name on it, they let us through with the warning of DON'T LOSE ANYTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flights were uneventful.  Once again Grace slept from before take-off to after landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had such a wonderful stress-free flight before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home has never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Two weeks later we received a letter.  Inside was Matt's driver's license.  It was mailed by an airport security officer located in Florida.  I am guessing that it desired to go on vacation to a nice sunny spot...alone!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-7868925707625624265?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/7868925707625624265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=7868925707625624265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7868925707625624265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/7868925707625624265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-texas-we-go-part-4.html' title='To Texas We Go:  Part 4'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5422723931700151453</id><published>2010-12-19T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:53:11.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not believe it has already been a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n2ENv5FI/AAAAAAAAA90/5ADJwgM-C-g/s1600/IMG_0502%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n1kUxKTI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IfyyD0kh1nk/s1600/IMG_0494%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n1kUxKTI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IfyyD0kh1nk/s320/IMG_0494%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552559929320089906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n2ENv5FI/AAAAAAAAA90/5ADJwgM-C-g/s1600/IMG_0502%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n2ENv5FI/AAAAAAAAA90/5ADJwgM-C-g/s320/IMG_0502%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552559937880581202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n2VpwBdI/AAAAAAAAA98/rmVm45b6NLI/s1600/IMG_0504%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n2VpwBdI/AAAAAAAAA98/rmVm45b6NLI/s320/IMG_0504%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552559942561433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6oTi-OptI/AAAAAAAAA-E/68bAqDntUdk/s1600/IMG_0233%255B1%255D.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6oTi-OptI/AAAAAAAAA-E/68bAqDntUdk/s320/IMG_0233%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560444353193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5422723931700151453?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5422723931700151453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5422723931700151453&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5422723931700151453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5422723931700151453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-grace.html' title='Happy Birthday Grace'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ6n1kUxKTI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IfyyD0kh1nk/s72-c/IMG_0494%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-6640538596293652034</id><published>2010-12-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:29:21.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Texas We Go: Part 3</title><content type='html'>Saturday we spent time with Steve and Sue (who arrived very late the night before - 1:00 am maybe?  Who knows, I was asleep).  Then had lunch out with the whole family (all of Matt's aunts, uncles, and cousins).  The lunch was long on talk, and short on refills.  We all went back to the hotel to change for the service, then we were headed to the church.  Yes, the morning seemed to go by that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the church, this was the image that welcomed us as we walked in.  Richard (Dick) Daniels...this one image shows quite a bit of his career history.  He was a former cook in the marines, and he spent many years working for the Boy Scouts of America (that is symbolized by the ribbon with the silver beaver on it.  It is quite an honor to receive that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silver_Beaver_Award"&gt;award&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IAATQ5JI/AAAAAAAAA8s/aU1baCBzGzA/s1600/20101120%2B093.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IAATQ5JI/AAAAAAAAA8s/aU1baCBzGzA/s320/20101120%2B093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552102711791510674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned in the first post about our trip to Texas, this man was one who never knew a stranger.  He would befriend and help anyone that was in his ability.  That was seen in his memorial service.  As expected hymns were sung, scripture read, and tears shed.  One of the most touching parts of the service was when two marines marched in, held out the American flag, had taps played, and respectfully folded it - presenting it to Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about my comment of him being friends with everyone, there were four pastors present, and involved in the service.  That alone is impressive, but even more so is the fact that each of them had personal memories and stories to share about Richard Daniels.  They were not going by a script, they were not just following lines that are said at each service.  No, each of them had special encounters or stories that they experienced personally with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked around the church and I realized that all in attendance are probably not even a handful of individuals compared to all of the lives that he has touched throughout his lifetime.  *This realization made me realize that I need to be more like him and maybe be more outgoing and keep up with relationships a little better.*  But back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IAVmKToI/AAAAAAAAA80/rPVW-xN3PCk/s1600/20101120%2B099.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IAVmKToI/AAAAAAAAA80/rPVW-xN3PCk/s320/20101120%2B099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552102717507915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The church in Houston does not have much land around it.  I do not know if that is the reason for it or not, but that is my assumption.   The church built what is called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbarium"&gt;columbarium&lt;/a&gt;.  Right outside the church is a little water garden with a wall to respectfully remember those whose urns are placed within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IA0ZunLI/AAAAAAAAA88/tep4J4DG-AA/s1600/20101120%2B101.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IA0ZunLI/AAAAAAAAA88/tep4J4DG-AA/s320/20101120%2B101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552102725777267890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a very beautiful and peaceful location.  Matt, Sue, Katie, and I all sat out there at one time or another during the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IBKR2ttI/AAAAAAAAA9E/LNSTrJT3Bmk/s1600/20101120%2B106.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IBKR2ttI/AAAAAAAAA9E/LNSTrJT3Bmk/s320/20101120%2B106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552102731649824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so glad that I got to know you, even if it was for a short time.  I am so happy that your stories, your ideas, and even you will live on through your children and your grandchildren who loved you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-6640538596293652034?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/6640538596293652034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=6640538596293652034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6640538596293652034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/6640538596293652034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-texas-we-go-part-3.html' title='To Texas We Go: Part 3'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQ0IAATQ5JI/AAAAAAAAA8s/aU1baCBzGzA/s72-c/20101120%2B093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-9057010069184619004</id><published>2010-12-14T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:39:46.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Texas We Go: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon after we landed I called my dad again to see if he got my frantic message.  I finally got a hold of him and asked him where he was, his response was "I am in your house, going up the stairs...what do you want me to do."  Oh, what a sigh of relief that was.  I asked him to get all the passports that he could find, and anything else that looked official and send it overnight to the address of our hotel.  That was all we could do for the moment, so we might as well enjoy our time in Texas now that people in Virginia were working to get us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel and checked it just  in time to get a message from Chris and Katie that they were at the  airport waiting to be picked up.  So, once again Matt, Grace, and I  piled into the mini-van that we rented and went to pick up Chris, Katie,  and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At  the airport we walked into the baggage claim to quickly be welcomed by  Matt's brother (Chris) and his family.  It has been close to 2 years  since we saw them last, and during that time we both had children  (little girls who are five weeks apart in age).  So the entertainment at  the airport (and actually most of the weekend) was watching Grace and  Ellie interact (aka: pat the other person, pull their clothes, pull  their hair, push them down, steal their toys, try to "hold" hands, etc)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQQ1DUSZwrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1hBctKxq7Ow/s1600/20101120%2B002.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQQ1DUSZwrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1hBctKxq7Ow/s320/20101120%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549618971929068210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cousins meet for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we mainly just spent time with Chris, Katie and Ellie and relaxed.  Here are just a few shots of what happened.&lt;br /&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_fNw5DPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zKVwmwLX8aA/s1600/20101120%2B053.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_fNw5DPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zKVwmwLX8aA/s320/20101120%2B053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193396283935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting early into a life of crime&lt;/span&gt;&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_euPi2KI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3wb7bj5_Vu0/s1600/20101120%2B055.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_euPi2KI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3wb7bj5_Vu0/s320/20101120%2B055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193387822569634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just can't figure out this safe...what IS the code?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_d8rjs5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/eHxQcFmzXXs/s1600/20101120%2B065.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_d8rjs5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/eHxQcFmzXXs/s320/20101120%2B065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193374518293394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, they caught us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_sue3ZJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Z4VTkQjLrqk/s1600/20101120%2B025.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_sue3ZJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Z4VTkQjLrqk/s320/20101120%2B025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193628404999314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were framed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_czXj7AI/AAAAAAAAA78/-xeLMYOhFUs/s1600/20101120%2B071.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY_czXj7AI/AAAAAAAAA78/-xeLMYOhFUs/s320/20101120%2B071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193354838633474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like dogs, sometimes high chairs just need to go for a walk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-8-Jw1VI/AAAAAAAAA70/6Ivv9q5K1ak/s1600/20101120%2B076.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-8-Jw1VI/AAAAAAAAA70/6Ivv9q5K1ak/s320/20101120%2B076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550192807977735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls cuddling up with Uncle Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-8QJ922I/AAAAAAAAA7s/lS7DNwGfFF8/s1600/20101120%2B081.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-8QJ922I/AAAAAAAAA7s/lS7DNwGfFF8/s320/20101120%2B081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550192795630558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding hands while out to eat with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-69Ak9oI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4fKemO7Hd0E/s1600/20101120%2B095.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-69Ak9oI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4fKemO7Hd0E/s320/20101120%2B095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550192773311035010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost all of the great-grandchildren of Richard Daniels (Matt's grandfather) playing in one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-6BdjtLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/xL_6aKo1q0k/s1600/IMG_7972.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY-6BdjtLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/xL_6aKo1q0k/s320/IMG_7972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550192757326460082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And finally, who can leave out one of the biggest highlights of the weekend?  Learning how to play with the iPhone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;End of part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/952738557937696054-9057010069184619004?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/9057010069184619004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=9057010069184619004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9057010069184619004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/9057010069184619004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-texas-we-go-part-2.html' title='To Texas We Go: Part 2'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQQ1DUSZwrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1hBctKxq7Ow/s72-c/20101120%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-3178674414238457397</id><published>2010-12-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:10:37.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagon Rides</title><content type='html'>For the past two years Matt and I have enjoyed participating in many of the charity events that GE offers during the Christmas season.  We usually try to be part of Christmas wagons and also food boxes.  To read about what these events are, or our experiences with them 2008 is &lt;a href="http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and 2009 is &lt;a href="http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2009/12/keeping-busy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we did not get to participate in the food boxes, my side of the family was holding their Christmas over that same weekend.  But we did get to go to  Christmas wagons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get much assembling done.  In fact I got NONE done.  This is because I was chasing around a little girl who suddenly discovered that she LOVES wagon rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1c8Nf_fI/AAAAAAAAA6c/6IwFkXeoTAY/s1600/IMG_1876.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1c8Nf_fI/AAAAAAAAA6c/6IwFkXeoTAY/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550182362096074226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another 1 year old at the wagons event.  She and Grace were walking up and down the vast expanse of the old Kroger that this was being held at.  While toddling around a lady came by with a finished wagon and asked if we wanted a ride.  So both of the girls got placed in the wagon and off they went.  Grace's face just lit up.  She was squealing and laughing the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1cBPXjsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Qcq1gXG5YPs/s1600/IMG_1875.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1cBPXjsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Qcq1gXG5YPs/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550182346266218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the location where the finished wagons were supposed to be, she did not want to leave.  She tried to either stay in the wagon or get in a different wagon for another ride.  So I realized that we needed to begin toddling and wandering between all of the tables where the wagons were being assembled and once one was finished there was no doubt that Grace would be near by to pat the wagon, hold on to it, and look up at the adult who was holding the handle as if to say "please, give me a ride" (add in adorable puppy dog eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1b29ETAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lM9-hGqWr90/s1600/IMG_1874.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1b29ETAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lM9-hGqWr90/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550182343505103874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rode in many, many, many wagons that night.  She pushed wagons, and walked all around.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we might eventually need to get her a wagon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-3178674414238457397?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/3178674414238457397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=3178674414238457397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3178674414238457397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/3178674414238457397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/wagon-rides.html' title='Wagon Rides'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TQY1c8Nf_fI/AAAAAAAAA6c/6IwFkXeoTAY/s72-c/IMG_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5132353815540461528</id><published>2010-12-12T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:52:51.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Texas We Go</title><content type='html'>It is a sad fact that sometimes family gatherings are held due to loss in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January Matt's grandmother passed away.  He made a solo trip to Texas for the memorial service.  Grace (who was about 4 weeks old at the time) and I stayed at home.  When Matt arrived after the weekend with the family we got to see pictures, and hear stories, but it is just not the same.  I wish I could have been there for Matt during that time.  I wish that I could have met that side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past November, once again, we received the sad news that there is yet another loss in Matt's family.  His grandfather passed away on Veteran's Day.  I only met his grandfather twice, and talked to him on the phone a handful of times, but I felt like I knew him still.  This was a man who never met a stranger.  Everyone was a friend and he was open and as helpful to everyone (as possible) in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this news came, I knew that there was no question....we were all going to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to ask traveling advice from all of my friends who have traveled with young ones.  I began to stock up on travel snacks, formula, oatmeal, anything that I could think of to feed Grace on the run, or something that just needed water added (that we would be getting from the flight attendants) in order to make a drink or meal for her.  Yes, I began to stress out.  I had so many lists going of what I needed to buy, what I needed to pack, what I needed to lay out to use, what needed to go in this bag, what needed to go in that bag, etc. Looking back, it was actually very humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When plans were made, it was discovered that we had a week to get plane tickets, car and hotel reservations, and pack.  Once again...yes, I began to stress out!  One thing that helped was that Matt has a cousin in that location who has a little one.  So she let us borrow a high chair, playpen, and a stroller (less stuff for us to pack/check/worry about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:00 am on Friday, November 19th, Matt and I had the unfortunate task of waking up Grace (usually it is the other way around).  A quick breakfast, some very last minute packing, and we were out the door for a 6:00 am flight out of Roanoke.  We had two legs to this trip.  We went from Roanoke to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roanoke to Atlanta:&lt;br /&gt;We got through security easily enough, and got settled on our flight.  I could see the looks of the other passengers all thinking "Oh no!  There is a baby on this flight..."  Grace was wonderful though.  She fell asleep before we took off and stayed asleep for over half of her first flight. When she finally woke up I asked the flight attendant for some hot water and made her some oatmeal for breakfast.  She was contently eating while we landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Atlanta airport Matt and I were about to sit down to enjoy our own breakfast while we reorganized everything (snacks, toys, tickets, etc.).  While moving everything around we realized that Matt had somehow misplaced his Virginia driver's license.  We dumped out our carry-on luggage, all of our pockets on our coats, the stroller, the car seat, and anything else that we had with us...NO LICENSE.  Ok, no big problem...I still have my license.  I can do all of the driving, we do not have to go through another security checkpoint before we get to Houston.  But, they would probably not allow Matt to get back on the plane to return to Roanoke if he has no ID....BIG PROBLEM!  We called the airline and reported his license lost.  Then I got a grand idea, call my family in Harrisonburg.  I had five minutes before our next plane took off to call my father and leave a frantic message.  I told him of our problem and asked him to go to our house, get Matt's passport.  I hung up hoping that my message was clear and that he would be able to help in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta to Houston:&lt;br /&gt;Grace slept the whole time from before take off to after we landed.  I had to wake her up to get her off of the plane.  We picked up the car with no problem (used my license to be able to get the car...and realized that I - yes I - would have to drive the horrible Houston roads.  Ok, Houston roads are not all that bad, but I am used to driving on the same roads that horse and buggies drive on...that is my speed of driving).  And off to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5132353815540461528?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5132353815540461528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5132353815540461528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5132353815540461528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5132353815540461528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-texas-we-go.html' title='To Texas We Go'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-312829705579443147</id><published>2010-12-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:18:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change To My Blog</title><content type='html'>I hate having to do that word verification step to be able to sign into something.  This is why I am apologizing already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I am starting to make anyone who comments to my blog have to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to prevent you from commenting.  I hope that you continue to comment, and comment often.  I am trying to prevent the two or three spam comments that I am getting daily to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it helps prevent the wave of spam that I have been getting, I will continue to have my commenters sign in with those weird words.  However, if I see no change... I will go back to the way it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-312829705579443147?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/312829705579443147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=312829705579443147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/312829705579443147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/312829705579443147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/change-to-my-blog.html' title='Change To My Blog'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-4723718415364154443</id><published>2010-12-01T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:18:38.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>Grace loves to "help" with laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPatihpg0OI/AAAAAAAAA50/zBixW875l2s/s1600/20101129%2B008.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPatihpg0OI/AAAAAAAAA50/zBixW875l2s/s320/20101129%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545810799812989154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPas3aBkMBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xW6oYTQgjyA/s1600/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a big helper she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-4723718415364154443?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/4723718415364154443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=4723718415364154443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4723718415364154443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/4723718415364154443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/12/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPatihpg0OI/AAAAAAAAA50/zBixW875l2s/s72-c/20101129%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952738557937696054.post-5460769173211935125</id><published>2010-11-30T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:48:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a little bit of me in her!</title><content type='html'>So Grace looks like her daddy.  No question there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPWc9y8zDjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/NOFEEtnKEPU/s1600/20101109%2B011.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/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPWc9y8zDjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/NOFEEtnKEPU/s320/20101109%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545511101639364146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But where did that uncontrollable poof at the back of her head come from? &lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be me...just look at the picture below of me when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPWc9rqtc2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/SljlDKNnzbk/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPWc9rqtc2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/SljlDKNnzbk/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545511099684451170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry Grace, that was not the best trait to get from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/952738557937696054-5460769173211935125?l=itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/feeds/5460769173211935125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=952738557937696054&amp;postID=5460769173211935125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5460769173211935125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/952738557937696054/posts/default/5460769173211935125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbeganatthebistro.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-little-bit-of-me-in-her.html' title='There is a little bit of me in her!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802067690526470479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/SZ8sJ2tePZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qUv8mC2czio/S220/Copy+of+Lana%26Mark-190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7usgqA_osQ/TPWc9y8zDjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/NOFEEtnKEPU/s72-c/20101109%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
