tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64418681929044164062024-03-12T21:01:50.279-04:00Blacho BlogAdventures in day to day life.
motherhood,music,food,recipes,photography
gardening,familyMLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.comBlogger414125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-32768136528070829382011-11-30T13:39:00.000-05:002011-11-30T13:39:46.616-05:00I Birthed an Alien<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_ZT_1WF9eg/TtZ4bcrr3cI/AAAAAAAADIo/ppiA47J3EZs/s1600/-1-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_ZT_1WF9eg/TtZ4bcrr3cI/AAAAAAAADIo/ppiA47J3EZs/s400/-1-5.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
You're a sweet boy Arlo.<br />
<br />
Arlo: No, I'm not.<br />
<br />
I'm NOT!!<br />
<br />
(pause)<br />
<br />
Arlo: (growling low) I'm a spaaaace alien......MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-81387074803383208472011-11-18T20:46:00.000-05:002011-11-18T20:46:28.051-05:00Arlo turned TWO!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_rKj6wR1X8/TscKT6ioR0I/AAAAAAAADIQ/0N6jDox1NLM/s1600/arlois2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="303" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_rKj6wR1X8/TscKT6ioR0I/AAAAAAAADIQ/0N6jDox1NLM/s400/arlois2a.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0EMLxn56mk/TscKUDqzf6I/AAAAAAAADIc/t-2pT4iqkVI/s1600/Arlois2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0EMLxn56mk/TscKUDqzf6I/AAAAAAAADIc/t-2pT4iqkVI/s400/Arlois2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
We are driving back from Arlo's birthday dinner. <br />
<br />
<i>I got a joke for you dad.</i><br />
<br />
Dave:What's your joke Arlo?<br />
<br />
<i>BUTT!!!</i><br />
<br />
He's the most verbal two year old I've ever met. <br />
He loves cars and trucks and climbing and rock music.<br />
("I want rock and roll mom" he tells me in the car.)<br />
<br />
He's funny and devious and so damn cute I could eat him <br />
up!MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-38546460638236418192011-09-12T22:15:00.000-04:002011-09-12T22:15:14.421-04:00Summer Vacation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA2xI-q2_Vs/Tm671_cHzOI/AAAAAAAADHs/ymcjQRuhYSk/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="287" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA2xI-q2_Vs/Tm671_cHzOI/AAAAAAAADHs/ymcjQRuhYSk/s400/-1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9BmidKp83Q/Tm672X5VA6I/AAAAAAAADH0/3IJUuFKQarQ/s1600/-1-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="354" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9BmidKp83Q/Tm672X5VA6I/AAAAAAAADH0/3IJUuFKQarQ/s400/-1-11.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atDmURwP_IE/Tm672nDF79I/AAAAAAAADH8/9Io28dpC0oo/s1600/-1-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atDmURwP_IE/Tm672nDF79I/AAAAAAAADH8/9Io28dpC0oo/s400/-1-14.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cVswJ-_Uho/Tm6729wuFkI/AAAAAAAADIE/fHGo2TyKljA/s1600/-1-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="288" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cVswJ-_Uho/Tm6729wuFkI/AAAAAAAADIE/fHGo2TyKljA/s400/-1-15.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-84071666909012631722011-09-11T20:59:00.000-04:002011-09-11T20:59:21.089-04:00More Birthday PicsMore pics from Auggie's Spiderman Dinosaur Luau Birthday Party<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnlgk6KZOiI/Tm1ZKraqAOI/AAAAAAAADHM/EFSruh2yUXs/s1600/-1-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnlgk6KZOiI/Tm1ZKraqAOI/AAAAAAAADHM/EFSruh2yUXs/s400/-1-8.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8prTK2nYcxk/Tm1ZKyugr4I/AAAAAAAADHU/ECaGrw88AHM/s1600/-1-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="296" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8prTK2nYcxk/Tm1ZKyugr4I/AAAAAAAADHU/ECaGrw88AHM/s400/-1-9.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXINvOciVrI/Tm1ZLG8zLsI/AAAAAAAADHc/umHRdMMP3LU/s1600/-1-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="366" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXINvOciVrI/Tm1ZLG8zLsI/AAAAAAAADHc/umHRdMMP3LU/s400/-1-10.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4A9jQ8HHi8/Tm1ZLX-f0KI/AAAAAAAADHk/K6PfW4ZA6a0/s1600/auggieturns4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4A9jQ8HHi8/Tm1ZLX-f0KI/AAAAAAAADHk/K6PfW4ZA6a0/s400/auggieturns4b.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-42708271365636821132011-07-12T20:09:00.000-04:002011-07-12T20:09:02.733-04:00FOUR!!!Party pictures to come.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjubXgLEpNg/ThziGcneR1I/AAAAAAAADG8/bJ0YVgkG0IU/s1600/-1-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="303" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjubXgLEpNg/ThziGcneR1I/AAAAAAAADG8/bJ0YVgkG0IU/s400/-1-4.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-5583609895400174302011-07-03T21:34:00.002-04:002011-07-03T21:34:33.932-04:00Cousins!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ava-hGxc3DM/ThEYpXMJdzI/AAAAAAAADG0/wALQ4RBiHXU/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="356" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ava-hGxc3DM/ThEYpXMJdzI/AAAAAAAADG0/wALQ4RBiHXU/s400/-1.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-19281801839311157682011-02-03T06:12:00.001-05:002011-02-03T06:12:32.039-05:00Christmas Pictures (Finally!)<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_c32JaDw2fY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-35817297052912216302011-01-23T20:35:00.000-05:002011-01-23T20:35:53.382-05:00Gotta Have GoalsOk, the goal is to have Christmas pictures edited and into a video by the end of the month.<br />
One month isn't horrible, right?<br />
<br />
I am starting to make some progress...<br />
<br />
Here are a few.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TTzXcP1nXtI/AAAAAAAADGc/glFQvSI23bo/s1600/christmas%2B2010-1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TTzXcP1nXtI/AAAAAAAADGc/glFQvSI23bo/s400/christmas%2B2010-1-3.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TTzXcLAG9KI/AAAAAAAADGk/GLZFw2q1AUY/s1600/christmas%2B2010-1-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TTzXcLAG9KI/AAAAAAAADGk/GLZFw2q1AUY/s400/christmas%2B2010-1-4.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-48314426246813417602010-12-19T19:43:00.000-05:002010-12-19T19:43:51.716-05:00Some Fall Pics of My Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mX-uOIXI/AAAAAAAADGA/w7VtxBynSHM/s1600/brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mX-uOIXI/AAAAAAAADGA/w7VtxBynSHM/s400/brothers.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mjPGMybI/AAAAAAAADGI/xR8FLrSTrDA/s1600/auggie%2Bat%2Btrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="280" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mjPGMybI/AAAAAAAADGI/xR8FLrSTrDA/s400/auggie%2Bat%2Btrain.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mw7mq96I/AAAAAAAADGQ/LxakddHdogM/s1600/upside%2Bdown%2Bauggie-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TQ6mw7mq96I/AAAAAAAADGQ/LxakddHdogM/s400/upside%2Bdown%2Bauggie-1.jpg" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-32986909585470789662010-12-06T15:53:00.002-05:002010-12-07T07:15:07.979-05:00Happy Birthday<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZAk9B8SYaY?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZAk9B8SYaY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
<br />
Today I visited with you.<br />
We sat in your tobacco stained living room, you on your pallette<br />
and I in the rocking chair.<br />
The light filtered in through the smoke that wafted<br />
up above you. We sat without speaking for long periods of<br />
time, taking turns picking out songs and listening on the stereo. <br />
I looked at the knobs I'd touched so many times. Those gold<br />
colored stereo knobs. I wonder when it was that I last touched them?<br />
Periodically a song would end and we'd sit in that silence.<br />
"Wonderful" you said quietly after hearing a new song you loved.<br />
I knew you would. <br />
<br />
I miss you. I miss your measured voice on the answering machine<br />
that I called so many times after you died in order to just hear your voice.<br />
I miss your hands putting a Pall Mall in that old silver ashtray.<br />
I miss coming over and feeling stress melt away because in that space<br />
that you created I could be myself. <br />
<br />
All too often I hear music and think of you. Sometimes it's a song<br />
I knew you loved and other times it's a song and I think to myself<br />
"Did he know that one?"<br />
"Shit, I hope so"<br />
<br />
I know I'm a little late, but I know you wouldn't mind.<br />
Happy Birthday. <br />
<br />
<br />
I'm sorry I have to go now. The dog pooped on the floor, the baby <br />
is throwing food and dinner isn't yet started. <br />
I'll see you again soon, in a rare moment of quiet, when I can <br />
close my eyes and listen to the music.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-81086087297879261562010-11-24T12:18:00.003-05:002010-11-24T12:18:53.308-05:00The Song PhaseWe've reached the phase where Auggie makes up songs about everything.<br />
I can hear him singing first thing in the morning. It gets louder and louder<br />
the longer he stays in bed. This morning we are driving to pre-school.<br />
Arlo sits in the back like a demented drunken mini me screaming HI to<br />
every car that goes by. Auggie sings at the TOP OF HIS LUNGS.<br />
<br />
HEY MOM, THAT SONG IS CALLED I CAN'T FIND MY MOM<br />
AND DAD.<br />
<br />
Me: Oh, so it's a sad song...<br />
<br />
NOPE! IT'S A HAPPY SONG!!!<br />
<br />
Oh.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-60248103343524022292010-11-06T21:48:00.002-04:002010-11-06T21:48:46.089-04:00Dancing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TNYFb4TCW9I/AAAAAAAADFU/ohABwUOnFIg/s1600/-1-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TNYFb4TCW9I/AAAAAAAADFU/ohABwUOnFIg/s400/-1-13.jpg" width="316" /></a></div>Dancing in Auggie's room.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-16782651217604939772010-11-01T07:11:00.000-04:002010-11-01T07:11:40.942-04:00Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gQCNE0SI/AAAAAAAADFI/Yy8EOWk5_m8/s1600/halloween+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gQCNE0SI/AAAAAAAADFI/Yy8EOWk5_m8/s400/halloween+2010.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gR5wLxNI/AAAAAAAADFM/B8yHvhqHFeU/s1600/halloweena+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gR5wLxNI/AAAAAAAADFM/B8yHvhqHFeU/s400/halloweena+2010.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gUEo3XNI/AAAAAAAADFQ/ANK98RTHZ-w/s1600/haloween+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TM6gUEo3XNI/AAAAAAAADFQ/ANK98RTHZ-w/s400/haloween+2010.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-21172157067421536672010-10-23T08:31:00.001-04:002010-10-23T08:32:05.527-04:00ONE!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TMLUkT-Te3I/AAAAAAAADE8/oINflME3FK8/s1600/-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TMLUkT-Te3I/AAAAAAAADE8/oINflME3FK8/s400/-1-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's charming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's energetic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's persistent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Determined, but with a smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've watched him go from newborn, to smiling infant, to crawling baby, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to suddenly a Frankenstein walking almost toddler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's impossibly snuggly and just cracks me up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who thought the year would possibly go this fast?</div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-37350202967299150252010-10-15T06:26:00.002-04:002010-10-15T06:31:52.969-04:00Keep On Going<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TLgsHFLPZ5I/AAAAAAAADE0/stqx_qtZNkU/s1600/-1-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TLgsHFLPZ5I/AAAAAAAADE0/stqx_qtZNkU/s400/-1-8.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
We are standing on the jetty screaming "KEEP GOING"<br />
"GO!!!"<br />
"COME ON MONIQUE, DON'T QUIT"<br />
<br />
We are watching Monique struggle through the swim portion of<br />
the Hammerman Triathlon. She kicks ass on the bike and run,<br />
but keeps hitting a wall on the swim despite her training. She's alternately<br />
swimming and stopping and we can see she's psyching herself out.<br />
Sometimes it's all mental.<br />
<br />
Stacey: Am I doing this?<br />
Me: I think you are.<br />
Stacey: I don't have anything else to wear.<br />
Me: I'll watch your stuff and give you my tank top.<br />
<br />
Stacey peels off her backpack, lays it on the beach,<br />
and puts her camera on top.<br />
She looks up at me and grins her wide wide smile, takes<br />
a deep breath and wades into the water. She's fully dressed<br />
and laughingly mutters "Great, I have purple underwear on"<br />
<br />
She swims out to Monique and I hear her say firmly<br />
"Put. Your. Face. In. The. Water. and Swim"<br />
<br />
The other athletes are out of the water and I can imagine<br />
it is disheartening, but Monique swims. Stacey swims<br />
along side her and the guy in the kayak has paddled up<br />
next to her. I hear him chiming in too- "You can do it!!, keep<br />
going!" When she occasionally stops, Stacey alternates<br />
encouraging words with strings of curses and it seems to<br />
work. <br />
<br />
And<br />
Monique<br />
Did<br />
It!!<br />
<br />
She runs out of the water as I frantically click the<br />
shutter on my camera. We are the only spectators<br />
left on the beach and I'm jumping up and down<br />
wildly cheering.<br />
Auggie is jumping up and down<br />
too. Monique runs up the beach, up the<br />
stairs to transition. <br />
<br />
Stacey wades out of the water, a little bedraggled, shirt dripping,<br />
purple underwear showing, grinning from ear to ear<br />
and laughs WHAT ABOUT MY PICTURE??<br />
<br />
<br />
Last out of the water by about 20 minutes, M. kicked<br />
ASS on the bike and was only a few minutes behind.<br />
She kicked double ass on the run and came in ahead<br />
of a handful of people (impressive)<br />
<br />
The moral of this story is that I know some amazing,<br />
strong and lovely women. The three of us couldn't<br />
be more different, but we met training for our first<br />
triathlon, and have found lots of common ground.<br />
<br />
These are women that would I would trust to<br />
'hold the rope'.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-28534703033742426112010-10-14T17:14:00.000-04:002010-10-14T17:14:58.788-04:00Where to start?Where do I start? It's been a long time since I've posted so I'm going for it...<br />
<br />
I started part-time work, Auggie back to school, had horrible childcare luck with<br />
Arlo, working lots of side jobs, Auggie learned to mix colors and to subtract, and<br />
suddenly gets that letters stand for sounds and lots of other huge milestones,<br />
Arlo is cute as ever and flashes big dimples all the time, Aunt Janet passed away<br />
and that is a terrible thing and I feel a deep deep sense of loss, K. got cancer and<br />
it was a nightmare just to watch her go through it, to even for a second think<br />
that one of us might not get to see our kids grow up is horrifying, terrifying and<br />
sad. K. is ok, YAY!! lucky lucky lucky....Arlo took his first steps, I made a<br />
giant 2' phallus that shoots confetti at work and remembered why working in theater<br />
can be surreal, I'm running and spinning and weight training, but not for any huge<br />
event at the moment, I hate leaving my kids when I work but I love coming home<br />
and seeing them at the end of the day, Auggie is getting tall and is dramatic and<br />
funny and challenging and oh so beautiful<br />
and Arlo is going to be ONE, and WHERE DID THE YEAR<br />
GO???!!!!<br />
<br />
Pictures to come<br />
More regular posts to come....MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-72859394102779473122010-09-02T19:32:00.002-04:002010-09-02T19:33:54.115-04:00Puppies!Very sweet dogs were romping around a barbecue<br />
<div>we went to last weekend. </div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TIAzzmpXC2I/AAAAAAAADD8/ikK2blKb4Tk/s1600/-1-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TIAzzmpXC2I/AAAAAAAADD8/ikK2blKb4Tk/s400/-1-9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TIA0ASY6t9I/AAAAAAAADEE/ZYHQfjmHKKk/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TIA0ASY6t9I/AAAAAAAADEE/ZYHQfjmHKKk/s400/-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-17011635749652265302010-08-27T19:33:00.002-04:002010-08-27T19:33:50.403-04:00Can You STAND It?I find that smile irresistible.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/THhLVNXNBzI/AAAAAAAADD0/gtSQN0CQgCY/s1600/-1-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/THhLVNXNBzI/AAAAAAAADD0/gtSQN0CQgCY/s400/-1-8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-87069237875626452772010-08-10T19:03:00.001-04:002010-08-10T19:03:43.585-04:00Finally, A ResponseI finally got a response.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;"><i>Selecting a candidate is a difficult task and there were many qualified applicants, however, after a thorough process of narrowing the field, you are no longer being considered. We feel it important to notify you as soon as possible, given your efforts to determine what lies ahead for you.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;"><i>Thank you again for your interest in CENTERSTAGE and good luck to you in your search.</i></span></span></div><div><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ARE YOU KIDDING ME???<br />
I PUT IN A LOT OF EFFORT FOR THEIR AMUSEMENT!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm debating sending another letter. Hmmm. Something along</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the lines of how I understand the need to test an applicant's </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">persistence by initially rejecting them...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don't know. Maybe I'm out of steam. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also thought the rejection letter was poorly written. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-20824805453627511982010-08-04T16:44:00.002-04:002010-08-04T16:47:48.172-04:00HELLO?? Center Stage?? Anyone Home??So again no response.<br />
I get the same automated response saying<br />
"We have received your materials"<br />
<br />
REALLY REALLY??<br />
<br />
I am not easily deterred. I try again:<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i></i></span><br />
<i></i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i><div><span style="font-style: normal;">J</span>uly 30,2010</div><div><br />
</div><div>To Whom It May Concern:</div><div><br />
</div><div>I find it so odd that I have not had a response to my earlier e-mails about the Planned Giving and Major Gifts</div><div>Officer position. I fear that I have not emphasized how good at planned giving I can be. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I plan to give my all from 10-2pm every day. This may seem like a slackers point of view, but I assure you</div><div>that during those four hours I am WAY more productive than most people are in a full 8 hours. Let's be</div><div>realistic here, most people really don't work nearly that much anyway between bathroom breaks, lunches,</div><div>checking e-mail and facebook. I am honest about the fact that before 10 I'm still getting ramped up for my day and </div><div>after 2pm I'm really not good for much more than a nap, but boy whoooooeeeee I AM ON FIRE from 10-2!!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Another example of my planned giving took place several years ago. I planned to give "myself" to my husband</div><div>three years ago. I looked at my calendar, set the correct date and BINGO, we have a lovely three year old son. </div><div>No backseat whoopsies here! Totally planned!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Please be sure that this e-mail get's passed on to your supervisor. I fear that a lower level employee (no offense)</div><div>may not have the instincts to recognize a wildcard when he/she sees one. A good supervisor will go for the</div><div>wildcard and often the wild hair, but that is a discussion for later. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I remain optimistic that I will hear from you soon.</div><div><br />
Sincerely, </div><div><br />
</div><div>Marni </div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">TO BE CONTINUED.....</span></div></i>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-42537124017106320102010-08-02T07:50:00.002-04:002010-08-04T16:48:18.409-04:00Center Stage Part 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">After sending in my e-mail showing interest in the development position at Center Stage</span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I get this in my e-mail:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><i>Please accept this as notification we have received your application materials for the position of Planned Giving and Major Gifts Officer. We will contact you if we need any further information.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><i>Thank you for your interest in CENTERSTAGE.</i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">REALLY??!!! THAT's IT?? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can't believe it...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I decided to send a second e-mail.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"><div><span style="font-style: normal;">July 29, 2010</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">To Whom It May Concern:</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">Since I haven't had a response to my earlier interest in your current development position I thought perhaps</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">I should write and elaborate. I covered my penchant for planning, but did not really go into detail on my </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">love of Major Gifts. I am creative in my love of Major Gifts, so although I enjoy the standard</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">gifts such as cars or diamonds, I also have a great appreciation for quirkier gifts. So if someone surprised me </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">with say, a chicken, I would call that a major gift and enjoy it thoroughly. I also wouldn't turn down ponies, </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">shoes or fine art!! So you see, not only am I excellent at planned giving, I am totally a Major Gifts person. </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">I will even consider your timely response to my e-mail a Major Gift!!! I plan to have a lovely conversation</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">with you in the future (SEE- Again with the planning- I can't even HELP IT!!!)</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">Sincerely, </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">Marni </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">P.S. Although I am not an officer, I do accept and appreciate Major Gifts from officers.</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">TO BE CONTINUED....</span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-89325339847238060172010-07-31T08:57:00.007-04:002010-08-04T16:48:37.238-04:00New Job?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">So I found this position advertised at Center Stage:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">CENTERSTAGE seeks Planned Giving and Major Gifts Officer possessing experience in same; familiarity with planned gifts vehicles; proficient with MS Office software; and previous database experience strongly preferred. Excellent communication and organizational skills required. Position works closely with the Director of Development, the Managing Director and the Board of Trustees managing a major gifts portfolio and developing a planned giving prospect list. The position reports to the Director of Development, is full-time, with benefits. Send cover letter, and resume, to: devoposition@centerstage.org. No phone or fax applications. Application deadline: August 6, 2010. EOE.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I decided to apply...not that I'm qualified, but I have a history with Center Stage and </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">enjoyed working there. I enjoyed the people and remember having lots of laughs there. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I thought they would appreciate my cover letter. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Here it is...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, verdana, arial, san-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">To Whom It May Concern:</span></i></span></span><br />
<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I am writing in response to your search for a Planned Giving and Major Gifts person. I find that in my life I plan to give a lot. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I plan to give my husband a kiss when he comes in the door when I am in a good mood. If I am not in a good mood I </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">often plan to give him a sock in the kisser instead. It doesn't stop there though!! I plan to give the lady at the YMCA a </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">piece of my mind because she was on the treadmill for longer than the allotted half hour. I plan to give my baby a bath </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">this evening before bedtime. As you can see the list goes on and on! I think I would be PERFECT for this position!!</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I also plan to answer any further questions you may have about my qualifications as well!! (SEE!??...PERFECT!)</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Sincerely, </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">PS. Dude, I am TOTALLY into major gifts as well.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">TO BE CONTINUED......</span></b></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-87247045463934379302010-07-06T15:16:00.000-04:002010-07-06T15:16:16.432-04:00Celebrate!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDOA4AY-tcI/AAAAAAAADDc/8LDKNKxyRmM/s1600/-1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDOA4AY-tcI/AAAAAAAADDc/8LDKNKxyRmM/s400/-1-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
One of these days I really will get around to writing a race<br />
report. What I will say is that I grinned through the entire<br />
triathlon. Like a crazy fool, I had a huge smile on my face<br />
as I peeled nasty lake grasses off my shoulders when I came<br />
out of the water, as I pedaled up the huge hill that usually<br />
inspires much cursing, and as I walked up gatorade hill.<br />
<br />
I grinned<br />
I smiled<br />
I laughed<br />
<br />
It was NOT the reaction I was expecting, and I was<br />
pleasantly surprised.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-60701748976029451632010-07-05T19:38:00.000-04:002010-07-05T19:38:33.267-04:00Butterfly BushMy butterfly bush is standing up to it's name.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDJs6zwTEXI/AAAAAAAADDU/HbsMH3rpUnw/s1600/-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDJs6zwTEXI/AAAAAAAADDU/HbsMH3rpUnw/s400/-1-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441868192904416406.post-52874881940669049372010-07-04T20:48:00.000-04:002010-07-04T20:48:56.097-04:00Happy Birthday Auggie!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDEr1Y1XcbI/AAAAAAAADDM/sANkcq-66fU/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgAn7K-HoNI/TDEr1Y1XcbI/AAAAAAAADDM/sANkcq-66fU/s400/-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
My baby turned three last week! I can't believe it.<br />
<br />
He is strong willed, verbal as all hell, smart and really frickin' funny.<br />
<br />
I made a spider cake with licorice legs that Auggie begged for!<br />
Aunt Lisa and a friend and I packed up pool noodles, pizza,<br />
drinks and gifts and took Auggie, his cousins and friend Aeden<br />
to the gunpowder for the afternoon. They ran around, ate cake,<br />
got messy and really tired, and pretty much had a great time.<br />
<br />
This year has brought about so many changes.<br />
Toddlerhood has passed and now my baby is a little boy. <br />
He started nursery school and is thriving there, no longer clinging to me when I drop<br />
him off. Instead he turns and blows me a kiss and runs off to play<br />
with his friends. Thankfully he's still little enough to come running and fling<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>his arms around me when I return to pick him up.MLBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357204589264661989noreply@blogger.com0