<?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-14915220</id><updated>2011-12-01T21:09:54.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinegar Pits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>818</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5930887757361397299</id><published>2010-10-04T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:29:57.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being the Youngest of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've often commented that Judah has no idea he's not the same age as his older brothers and their friends.  He runs around the playground as firmly ensconced in the scrum as Caleb and Ezra, and he can even do some things his brothers can't.  (Like, say, climbing up--and then back down--the bunk bed when the ladder isn't there.  Ezra can only climb up; he needs our help to get back down, and while we're hefting him Earth-ward again, he complains, "But it's not &lt;i&gt;fair&lt;/i&gt;.  Judah is only &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm almost &lt;i&gt;five&lt;/i&gt;.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.  We went to the First Grade Family Picnic at Caleb's school today, and after we ate--naturally--the children went to the playground.  First, Caleb climbed on one of the play structures, and then Judah clambered right up after him.  "Jude-Bug, remember that you're not six," I scolded.  "But me &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; six," he retorted before correcting himself:  "Actually, me &lt;i&gt;seven.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then (while his father infarcted [but not so much as to not take a video]) he proceeded to swing from the high bars.  Again and again and again and again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBJpFIravK0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBJpFIravK0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A note on blog ethics:  Our family friend Matt was right out of the range of the camera to spot Judah while I filmed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5930887757361397299?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5930887757361397299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5930887757361397299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5930887757361397299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5930887757361397299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-being-youngest-of-three.html' title='On Being the Youngest of Three'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-3457759344129688213</id><published>2010-09-19T14:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:46:39.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Last night we were joined by the Durham HP's for a Yom Kippur break fast.  We had a great time, and the best part was that Ella stayed over for the night, for a very fun sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had the traditional Ella-Ezra-pajama-swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVeQjj2zI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/miLdUsjZjXU/s1600/DSC_5816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVeQjj2zI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/miLdUsjZjXU/s400/DSC_5816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692371717675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Joshua made delicious waffles and bacon, which the kids devoured, then we decorated our own cupcakes (with pink icing, in honor of having a second girl in the house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVe1yj-6I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/AL_yuCzSTVg/s1600/DSC_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVe1yj-6I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/AL_yuCzSTVg/s400/DSC_5826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692381712710562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our cupcakes and pink lemonade to the park.  One of the first things the kids did, before even eating their cupcakes, was experiment with sprinkles dropped in pink lemonade.  They were like little sugar-filled scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVgZHrvaI/AAAAAAAAB2w/U99STh1ZYqU/s1600/DSC_5841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVgZHrvaI/AAAAAAAAB2w/U99STh1ZYqU/s400/DSC_5841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692408376409506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVfwpFOVI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NdTco2_MX74/s1600/DSC_5865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVfwpFOVI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NdTco2_MX74/s400/DSC_5865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692397510637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they ate their cupcakes with gusto before heading to Durham to get Ella home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVfV4F1yI/AAAAAAAAB2g/0K6apvM2KPI/s1600/DSC_5844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVfV4F1yI/AAAAAAAAB2g/0K6apvM2KPI/s400/DSC_5844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692390325835554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZYhyHAyRI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9nOKsmdrLn8/s1600/DSC_5861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZYhyHAyRI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9nOKsmdrLn8/s400/DSC_5861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518695730799233298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZYghlCKvI/AAAAAAAAB3A/4MPaPrv1WtQ/s1600/DSC_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZYghlCKvI/AAAAAAAAB3A/4MPaPrv1WtQ/s400/DSC_5855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518695709181881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZaMA95mAI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oYc993EAkBE/s1600/DSC_5833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZaMA95mAI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oYc993EAkBE/s400/DSC_5833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518697555853678594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, and just wish it could have lasted longer!  Come back any time, Ella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-3457759344129688213?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/3457759344129688213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=3457759344129688213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3457759344129688213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3457759344129688213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TJZVeQjj2zI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/miLdUsjZjXU/s72-c/DSC_5816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4337222519198279277</id><published>2010-08-25T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:43:22.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School (UPDATE)!</title><content type='html'>Caleb is reporting a great first day of school!  His teacher brought in her bearded dragon, Daphne, they got to have snack on the playground, and they already had time for math.  The only complaints he had were that the math was kindergarten math, not first grade math, and they didn't have time for science.  Those were most definitely not the problems I (or Joshua, I am guessing) ever had at school.  And he didn't know how to write Callaway Gardens in Spanish, so he had a hard time writing what he did on summer vacation.  All in all, in was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Caleb is, humoring me and my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVxixZKqrI/AAAAAAAAB2A/AWbcUUInCGw/s1600/DSC_5659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVxixZKqrI/AAAAAAAAB2A/AWbcUUInCGw/s400/DSC_5659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509434561346054834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4337222519198279277?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4337222519198279277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4337222519198279277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4337222519198279277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4337222519198279277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-update.html' title='Back To School (UPDATE)!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVxixZKqrI/AAAAAAAAB2A/AWbcUUInCGw/s72-c/DSC_5659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-275933586906189542</id><published>2010-08-25T14:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:41:22.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school for all three of my boys.  Caleb started first grade, Ezra started pre-K and Jude started preschool.  All three started of great, and so far two of the three are home, with reports of great days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of Caleb are somehow lost in the world between a memory card and the computer, so you will just have to take my word for it that he was absolutely adorable!  He admitted to some feelings of nervousness, but they seemed like normal first day jitters.  He did announce, "I wanted to be in first grade all year last year, and now I am!"  I think he is going to be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra and Jude were both pretty excited to go back to the school they have known for their whole lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg6_FyttI/AAAAAAAAB1w/iiMlOIKiP2M/s1600/DSC_5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg6_FyttI/AAAAAAAAB1w/iiMlOIKiP2M/s400/DSC_5628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509416285642077906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude walked in like he owned the place, and sent me away unceremoniously with a wave and a "See you later, mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg6da-I_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/-n8yR8z8I-4/s1600/DSC_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg6da-I_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/-n8yR8z8I-4/s400/DSC_5616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509416276604101618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra was a little nervous about going back, but the anticipation was worse than the reality.  He immediately started playing with his friends and getting right into the toys and activities.  Jude and Ezra were both pretty excited when they got to see each other on the way to the playground.  Ezra told me that he gave Jude a big snuggle and it made them both feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg_MVxCcI/AAAAAAAAB14/tcLXatY7c6E/s1600/DSC_5646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg_MVxCcI/AAAAAAAAB14/tcLXatY7c6E/s400/DSC_5646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509416357918214594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to wait for Caleb to get home and see how his day went.  And maybe to stage a new picture of Caleb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-275933586906189542?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/275933586906189542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=275933586906189542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/275933586906189542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/275933586906189542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THVg6_FyttI/AAAAAAAAB1w/iiMlOIKiP2M/s72-c/DSC_5628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4636618153354768399</id><published>2010-08-22T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:47:03.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family of Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THG27_yyHGI/AAAAAAAAB1g/VtSp9s7Qq0Q/s1600/DSC_5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THG27_yyHGI/AAAAAAAAB1g/VtSp9s7Qq0Q/s400/DSC_5558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508384961103797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4636618153354768399?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4636618153354768399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4636618153354768399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4636618153354768399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4636618153354768399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-family-of-five.html' title='Our Family of Five'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/THG27_yyHGI/AAAAAAAAB1g/VtSp9s7Qq0Q/s72-c/DSC_5558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4685900447994207445</id><published>2010-08-20T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:43:39.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Sharon Date Night</title><content type='html'>This past spring has been a little crazy with selling our house and moving and all.  One of the things that went by the wayside (besides blogging) was our parent-child date nights.  We tried to make it up to the boys this summer by going to a few movies with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I went to see Ramona and Beezus in July.  We have been reading the series together, and this was a great movie for both of us.  Good movie, popcorn, a slice afterward.  Definitely a good date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7Mjms_AnI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/iLyBnXvt4oY/s1600/DSC_5143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7Mjms_AnI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/iLyBnXvt4oY/s400/DSC_5143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507564306377409138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4685900447994207445?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4685900447994207445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4685900447994207445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4685900447994207445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4685900447994207445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/caleb-and-sharon-date-night.html' title='Caleb and Sharon Date Night'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7Mjms_AnI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/iLyBnXvt4oY/s72-c/DSC_5143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1268665924370091394</id><published>2010-08-20T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:33:28.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Love To Know...</title><content type='html'>What is going through Ezra's head when he sets up games like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7KKkWT3oI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ueQ0-zQFdGs/s1600/DSC_5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7KKkWT3oI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ueQ0-zQFdGs/s400/DSC_5045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507561677225451138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1268665924370091394?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1268665924370091394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1268665924370091394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1268665924370091394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1268665924370091394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-would-love-to-know.html' title='I Would Love To Know...'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TG7KKkWT3oI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ueQ0-zQFdGs/s72-c/DSC_5045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2644927431666026850</id><published>2010-08-18T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:04:42.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezra Lost a Tooth!</title><content type='html'>We were all very surprised a week ago when Ezra woke up and announced he had a loose tooth.  He isn't yet five, and the tooth hadn't been the least bit wiggly.  But this tooth was definitely loose.  Very very loose.  The first thing Ezra wanted to do was write a letter to the tooth fairy asking her to leave the tooth, as it was his favorite tooth.  He took the note with him everywhere he went, afraid that the second the tooth fell out, the tooth fairy would swoop down and snatch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the letter and a plastic bag when we took off for our family trip to Georgia (more on that later).  It was a good thing we did as the tooth fell out the very first night we were gone.  Ezra was just about to jump in the pool when it just slipped out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy was very kind and left the tooth, and took the note (she must have thought it was really cute and wanted to keep it forever).  Ezra has big plans for his favorite tooth - he is going to cover it in glue and roll it in sprinkles.  He can't wait for school to start so he can show all of his friends his gap.  Here is a preview now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TGwuk-pSVZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/DVfyaFmtFkk/s1600/DSC_5549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TGwuk-pSVZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/DVfyaFmtFkk/s400/DSC_5549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506827657193608594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, Ezra did not lose two teeth, he just has one very crooked bottom tooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2644927431666026850?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2644927431666026850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2644927431666026850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2644927431666026850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2644927431666026850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/08/ezra-lost-tooth.html' title='Ezra Lost a Tooth!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TGwuk-pSVZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/DVfyaFmtFkk/s72-c/DSC_5549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6587461061828494451</id><published>2010-07-08T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:46:28.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Story</title><content type='html'>Beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HbRRlrI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3SMp-unh9T4/s1600/DSC_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HbRRlrI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3SMp-unh9T4/s400/DSC_4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638495855351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HqNLRzI/AAAAAAAAB04/uI0WK6Uq_i4/s1600/DSC_4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HqNLRzI/AAAAAAAAB04/uI0WK6Uq_i4/s400/DSC_4253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638499864692530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4ICrIjfI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SwZrpxj-iTM/s1600/DSC_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4ICrIjfI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SwZrpxj-iTM/s400/DSC_4255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638506432794098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HbRRlrI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3SMp-unh9T4/s1600/DSC_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6587461061828494451?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6587461061828494451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6587461061828494451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6587461061828494451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6587461061828494451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/07/short-story.html' title='A Short Story'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/TDY4HbRRlrI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3SMp-unh9T4/s72-c/DSC_4245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5810395861769882386</id><published>2010-03-22T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:03:42.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude or Not a Jude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of these lookalike children belongs to us; the other does not.  Any guesses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4453998825_997f1463b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4453998825_997f1463b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4402930110_1e63baab63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4402930110_1e63baab63.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/14915220-5810395861769882386?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5810395861769882386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5810395861769882386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5810395861769882386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5810395861769882386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/03/jude-or-not-jude.html' title='Jude or Not a Jude?'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4453998825_997f1463b8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7278974559849430669</id><published>2010-03-12T14:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:06:51.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude</title><content type='html'>I just sent in the check and the registration signing Jude up for preschool next year.  We love the preschool, and are excited for Jude to start there, but I am also a little sad.  Jude is my baby (just ask him, he will tell you.  "Juju mommy's baby.").  We have a great time while the big brothers are at school--playing, walking, talking, and just relaxing.  I think he likes getting the chance to be totally in charge, and I am pretty good at following directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we had a nice morning with gorgeous spring weather.  I took a lot of pictures.  I am in love with this little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qafkAz2fI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/nOm1sUlS_9U/s1600-h/DSC_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qafkAz2fI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/nOm1sUlS_9U/s400/DSC_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447836566291732978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude was really into rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qagBKZ5QI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/LZ1lkmg5IZk/s1600-h/DSC_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qagBKZ5QI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/LZ1lkmg5IZk/s400/DSC_1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447836574116603138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't walking fast enough for his taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qagsjOk5I/AAAAAAAAB0g/vaLc0o9kAwo/s1600-h/DSC_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qagsjOk5I/AAAAAAAAB0g/vaLc0o9kAwo/s400/DSC_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447836585763443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acts like a big boy when he is alone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qahM8S3FI/AAAAAAAAB0o/2ZH4oA3ZPgU/s1600-h/DSC_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qahM8S3FI/AAAAAAAAB0o/2ZH4oA3ZPgU/s400/DSC_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447836594458516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7278974559849430669?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7278974559849430669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7278974559849430669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7278974559849430669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7278974559849430669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/03/jude.html' title='Jude'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S5qafkAz2fI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/nOm1sUlS_9U/s72-c/DSC_1412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2219245026872530458</id><published>2010-03-02T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:51:33.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am actually getting caught up on pictures!  When I set out to do, I didn't actually think I would follow through, but here I am.  I now have pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; up through the end of Thanksgiving!  Just three more months to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude looks much more like a baby in the November pictures, with a mullet and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S41doojIraI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PjkcHPNkGjQ/s1600-h/DSC_4928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S41doojIraI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PjkcHPNkGjQ/s400/DSC_4928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110477221735842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2219245026872530458?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2219245026872530458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2219245026872530458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2219245026872530458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2219245026872530458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S41doojIraI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PjkcHPNkGjQ/s72-c/DSC_4928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7371133642210238136</id><published>2010-02-28T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:10:40.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am a little slow on uploading to Flickr, but I am totally planning on catching up this week.   Pictures from September can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Look for October pictures sometime in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7371133642210238136?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7371133642210238136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7371133642210238136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7371133642210238136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7371133642210238136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/02/september-pictures.html' title='September Pictures'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-9072837797324406815</id><published>2010-02-13T14:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:52:00.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Bowling might be my new favorite kid activity. Okay, so Ezra said it was boring, and Jude couldn't really take part, but I had a blast.  And I didn't even lose (barely, and Caleb beat me, but he had bumpers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching the kids bowl though.  It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb had his technique down from the beginning--ball between his feet, roll it straight down as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9q7vNY2I/AAAAAAAABzA/MFSk4eaZDfs/s1600-h/DSC_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9q7vNY2I/AAAAAAAABzA/MFSk4eaZDfs/s400/DSC_0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812514128487266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once the ball got going, he would stand up, hands in the air until the ball hit the pins (which took a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9rMKOzkI/AAAAAAAABzI/O2grfWkcYjw/s1600-h/DSC_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9rMKOzkI/AAAAAAAABzI/O2grfWkcYjw/s400/DSC_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812518536793666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra changed his game up, doing it different every time.  When he put the ball between his feet and rolled it, he looked like there would be a lot of force behind it, but it was more for show, and the ball took a long time getting down the lane (one time getting stuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_xWUjR5I/AAAAAAAABzw/_imzkV5pAwE/s1600-h/DSC_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_xWUjR5I/AAAAAAAABzw/_imzkV5pAwE/s400/DSC_0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437814823366903698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the ball behind him worked a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_w_HzApI/AAAAAAAABzo/xsn8_lYy5lY/s1600-h/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_w_HzApI/AAAAAAAABzo/xsn8_lYy5lY/s400/DSC_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437814817139393170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sideways fling was the fastest, though probably wouldn't have worked well without the bumpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_wP52DWI/AAAAAAAABzY/UuMenNdRbGA/s1600-h/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_wP52DWI/AAAAAAAABzY/UuMenNdRbGA/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437814804464405858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an exuberant finish each and every time.  Well, until he decided bowling was boring and let Moses and Jude take his turns for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9rzyIi4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/wsfV-PbcFxI/s1600-h/DSC_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9rzyIi4I/AAAAAAAABzQ/wsfV-PbcFxI/s400/DSC_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812529173138306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary coached Ella a bit before her first turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9p8TM7RI/AAAAAAAAByw/eakOgm6OZMY/s1600-h/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9p8TM7RI/AAAAAAAAByw/eakOgm6OZMY/s400/DSC_0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812497099582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It clearly worked, and she got a spare her first time up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9qfe94YI/AAAAAAAABy4/Ik_Jt-yo9rM/s1600-h/DSC_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9qfe94YI/AAAAAAAABy4/Ik_Jt-yo9rM/s400/DSC_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812506544169346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what were Moses and Jude up to while the big kids bowled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video arcade, natch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_wlEeT-I/AAAAAAAABzg/O09a1y6nphM/s1600-h/DSC_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b_wlEeT-I/AAAAAAAABzg/O09a1y6nphM/s400/DSC_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437814810146131938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-9072837797324406815?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/9072837797324406815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=9072837797324406815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9072837797324406815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9072837797324406815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3b9q7vNY2I/AAAAAAAABzA/MFSk4eaZDfs/s72-c/DSC_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4806283377746816038</id><published>2010-02-09T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:45:49.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>When this kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3IPkLLMfZI/AAAAAAAAByo/dRLuOhM4d28/s1600-h/DSC_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3IPkLLMfZI/AAAAAAAAByo/dRLuOhM4d28/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436424814339063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yells down the stairs, "Mommy, where are oo?"  I pretty much have to come running.  Forget that it is the only full sentence he has ever spoken.  He just has the cutest voice.  We are in serious danger of spoiling him rotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4806283377746816038?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4806283377746816038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4806283377746816038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4806283377746816038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4806283377746816038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S3IPkLLMfZI/AAAAAAAAByo/dRLuOhM4d28/s72-c/DSC_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-116521818663484196</id><published>2010-01-30T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:52:09.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow of 2010</title><content type='html'>I only got a few pictures of our time in the snow this morning.  Joshua is out of town and Jude decided very early on that he didn't like any part of him touching the snow, so there wasn't the opportunity to bring out the camera.  The only picture that is worth posting is this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S2SNWKSHbLI/AAAAAAAAByg/7CPEDx_yBMg/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S2SNWKSHbLI/AAAAAAAAByg/7CPEDx_yBMg/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432622462372637874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get Jude a snow suit.  On the other hand, he probably still would have put his bathing suit on over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay out of long.  We had plenty of layers on, but none of them were water-proof, and the big boys only have rain boots, which very quickly filled up with snow.  Every year I think we should invest in some kind of snow gear, but I know that I probably won't, since it only ever snows once or twice.  It was fun while it lasted.  Now on to baking brownies and watching movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-116521818663484196?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/116521818663484196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=116521818663484196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/116521818663484196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/116521818663484196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-of-2010.html' title='The Snow of 2010'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S2SNWKSHbLI/AAAAAAAAByg/7CPEDx_yBMg/s72-c/DSC_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5708066589950116632</id><published>2010-01-26T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:52:46.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Ezra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-cOBFNRII/AAAAAAAAByY/-7a5YIJ-TK0/s1600-h/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-cOBFNRII/AAAAAAAAByY/-7a5YIJ-TK0/s400/DSC_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431231440254485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bSCfSk0I/AAAAAAAAByQ/fu_zrLM4hcc/s1600-h/DSC_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bSCfSk0I/AAAAAAAAByQ/fu_zrLM4hcc/s400/DSC_0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230409840169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bRwZYRAI/AAAAAAAAByI/g0S614S7d6I/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bRwZYRAI/AAAAAAAAByI/g0S614S7d6I/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230404983538690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bRY83lJI/AAAAAAAAByA/lqS8aymEAas/s1600-h/DSC_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bRY83lJI/AAAAAAAAByA/lqS8aymEAas/s400/DSC_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230398689940626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bQ2nD1DI/AAAAAAAABx4/3WTlVKOWMrs/s1600-h/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bQ2nD1DI/AAAAAAAABx4/3WTlVKOWMrs/s400/DSC_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230389471663154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bQhDNrxI/AAAAAAAABxw/T0ZyptEafLk/s1600-h/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-bQhDNrxI/AAAAAAAABxw/T0ZyptEafLk/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230383684169490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5708066589950116632?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5708066589950116632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5708066589950116632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5708066589950116632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5708066589950116632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/01/many-faces-of-ezra.html' title='The Many Faces of Ezra'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-cOBFNRII/AAAAAAAAByY/-7a5YIJ-TK0/s72-c/DSC_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4756596024754794893</id><published>2010-01-26T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:23:37.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>Judah has become a bit of a fashion bug lately.  He picks his own clothes out in the morning, makes mid-day outfit changes for no obvious reason, and is big into accessorizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the outfits from this week alone.  What is his secret?  Layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-ZRBx0k4I/AAAAAAAABxo/iSRVqrynpnw/s1600-h/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-ZRBx0k4I/AAAAAAAABxo/iSRVqrynpnw/s400/DSC_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431228193446335362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-ZQjZ6FOI/AAAAAAAABxg/BUWY7T8PR-U/s1600-h/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-ZQjZ6FOI/AAAAAAAABxg/BUWY7T8PR-U/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431228185292969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kicking myself for failing to take a picture of him wearing his bathing suit over his sleeper, and topping it off with bear slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated with abovmentioned picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/S2A-OXz4eBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KX6cYlnnbTk/s1600-h/JSKP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/S2A-OXz4eBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KX6cYlnnbTk/s400/JSKP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431409567239534610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4756596024754794893?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4756596024754794893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4756596024754794893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4756596024754794893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4756596024754794893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/01/fashion-week.html' title='Fashion Week'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S1-ZRBx0k4I/AAAAAAAABxo/iSRVqrynpnw/s72-c/DSC_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8728216061599384222</id><published>2010-01-07T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:31:19.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah Is Two!</title><content type='html'>Hello, anyone there?  We have been gone for so long that I hope we haven't lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of our readers.  So much has been happening around here, and we have so many pictures to prove it, that we hope to have a lot more posts in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important part of the recent past is Judah's second birthday!  Judah is such a typical little two year old boy.  He loves trucks, buses, trains, and airplanes.  His most used (and most enunciated) words are "mine" and "no."  He loves an audience and will put on a show for anyone at any time, except when we ask him to.  He wants whatever his brothers have, and is pretty good at getting it.  He is also incredibly cuddly, loves being sung to, and climbing into bed to snuggle and read.  He is completely delightful to be around, and even when he is getting into trouble, he manages to be pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude is finally growing a little bit.  At the doctor today he weighed in at 27 pounds, putting him just under the 50th percentile.  He has also shot up a bit, and is now just one inch shy of three feet.  He is finally talking more too, with more words than we can really count.  He went from only saying a handful of words, to saying pretty much everything back to you pretty clearly.  My favorite word is definitely "bellybutton" but I couldn't even begin to write it out they way he says it.  You are just coming to have to come visit and see his say it (while showing his off, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday itself was spent pretty quietly at home.  We had a nice visit from Cousin Sharon the night before (thanks for all the glow sticks - you wouldn't believe all of the ideas we have had for ways to use them!), and went for a short walk in the bitter cold before she had to leave.  Aunt Kelly and Uncle Zachary came over with Ella and Moses to share pizza and cake.  Overall, Jude really seemed to enjoy himself.  He was definitely most excited about his bus cake (buses being his all-time favorite thing).  When anyone asks him how old he is, his response, invariably, is "Bus!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eight days of Chanukah, plus the birthdays of Ella, Moses, Daddy and Uncle Zachary, Judah has been become a pro at gift-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmrCijTyI/AAAAAAAABw4/6wuE9u6UzrM/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmrCijTyI/AAAAAAAABw4/6wuE9u6UzrM/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424065322072362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves playing trains, especially with his big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmsYob4gI/AAAAAAAABxQ/GltEh3OXUnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmsYob4gI/AAAAAAAABxQ/GltEh3OXUnQ/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424065345182491138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting his first look at his bus cake.  He was one happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmrWBA_QI/AAAAAAAABxA/_hmBUjGMQpI/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmrWBA_QI/AAAAAAAABxA/_hmBUjGMQpI/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424065327300410626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles.  He did it all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YnahdUyOI/AAAAAAAABxY/egjYxGZy1ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YnahdUyOI/AAAAAAAABxY/egjYxGZy1ZM/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424066137825790178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Juju!  We love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8728216061599384222?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8728216061599384222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8728216061599384222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8728216061599384222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8728216061599384222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2010/01/judah-is-two.html' title='Judah Is Two!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/S0YmrCijTyI/AAAAAAAABw4/6wuE9u6UzrM/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7891810031375410650</id><published>2009-11-04T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:08:47.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy of Few Words</title><content type='html'>Judah doesn't have very many words, but he loves the ones he does use.  His most understandable word is "bus" and he can spot any bus--school, city, or other--from 100 yards.  The boy digs buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was getting pretty exuberant the other night at dinner talking about his favorite subject--with his brothers egging him on.  The other thing about Jude is that he loves an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7438076&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7438076&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7438076"&gt;A Boy of Few Words&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user376961"&gt;Joshua Kolling-Perin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7891810031375410650?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7891810031375410650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7891810031375410650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7891810031375410650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7891810031375410650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-of-few-words.html' title='A Boy of Few Words'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6657834151330723765</id><published>2009-11-02T16:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:10:29.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>The end of our October celebrations has come, and we have the pictures to show just how wonderful our final day was.  We had a great weekend of parties, pumpkin carving, and family togetherness before we even got around to trick-or-treating, but the costumes and candy were definitely the main attraction for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, Ezra and Judah have been planning their costumes since the summer, and everyone seemed happy with how their costumes turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mFDnKl8I/AAAAAAAABv4/5ADyiYLlCl0/s1600-h/DSC_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mFDnKl8I/AAAAAAAABv4/5ADyiYLlCl0/s400/DSC_3791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399717084039649218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the day the Ezra-bot 4 decided he had no interest in wearing a box while walking through the neighborhood, but once everyone was dressed, and he found these 3D glasses, he changed his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mEpmnXgI/AAAAAAAABvo/Zi74sq7AdCQ/s1600-h/DSC_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mEpmnXgI/AAAAAAAABvo/Zi74sq7AdCQ/s400/DSC_3732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399717077058018818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and his friend across the street decided they both wanted to be pirates, and excitedly talked about the details for months.  It has never occurred to Caleb that his brothers might not want to be &lt;a href="http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-2007.html"&gt;props in his costumes&lt;/a&gt;, so Judah was enlisted as his parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mFp9wsnI/AAAAAAAABwA/ht7NxV30JJU/s1600-h/DSC_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mFp9wsnI/AAAAAAAABwA/ht7NxV30JJU/s400/DSC_3814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399717094334968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be careful in using an almost two-year-old in your plans though--they can be unreliable and feisty.  Here he is, attacking his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mF4ThgiI/AAAAAAAABwI/tXFPqLNbtxE/s1600-h/DSC_3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mF4ThgiI/AAAAAAAABwI/tXFPqLNbtxE/s400/DSC_3842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399717098184344098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot did have his moments of calm though.  He loved his costume so much, he didn't want to take it off at bedtime.  If it hadn't been 100 degrees (more or less) we would have let him sleep in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mE9v2d1I/AAAAAAAABvw/_dSEtQoHKz0/s1600-h/DSC_3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mE9v2d1I/AAAAAAAABvw/_dSEtQoHKz0/s400/DSC_3748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399717082465466194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feathers were almost my undoing, so I had to show at least one picture with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nyRoF8oI/AAAAAAAABww/g4m0Ow6040Y/s1600-h/DSC_3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nyRoF8oI/AAAAAAAABww/g4m0Ow6040Y/s400/DSC_3847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718960407376514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Caleb worriedly asked if pirates today still dress like his costume.  I said they I imagined the Somali pirates probably wore jeans and t-shirts.  He wanted to be authentic, but really liked his costume, so he asked if they at least still wear eye patches.  I said I wasn't sure, but he slowly came around to the fact that most people wouldn't recognize him as a pirate if he just wore regular clothes (and I wasn't going to let him carry around a toy AK-47, or whatever pirates these days use).  This pirate could never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nyBM0B6I/AAAAAAAABwo/CLELFEdzFE0/s1600-h/DSC_3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nyBM0B6I/AAAAAAAABwo/CLELFEdzFE0/s400/DSC_3868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718955997988770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended a neighborhood pizza party, so the kids could get some grub before candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxh_ioAI/AAAAAAAABwg/2EvM40p_O5g/s1600-h/DSC_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxh_ioAI/AAAAAAAABwg/2EvM40p_O5g/s400/DSC_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718947620823042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised to be serenaded by some Halloween carolers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxdh1VUI/AAAAAAAABwY/7SMFicnPI2I/s1600-h/DSC_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxdh1VUI/AAAAAAAABwY/7SMFicnPI2I/s400/DSC_3894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718946422478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the hill in our neighborhood to begin our trick-or-treating, but about 5 houses up (after begging me after every house for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just one piece of candy&lt;/span&gt;), Ezra decided he wanted to go home to Daddy to start in on his candy stash.  I walked him and Judah home, leaving Caleb with a friend, and then caught back up with my pirate to finish the trick-or-treating.  Once Caleb got home with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; bag of candy, Ezra started to rethink his giving up so early.  I took Ezra out for a few more houses, but even so, he has already gone through all of his loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxHG5FZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RYR8PiirYEo/s1600-h/DSC_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-nxHG5FZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RYR8PiirYEo/s400/DSC_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718940403897746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is only eating about one piece a day, and should have candy until new years, even accounting for all the peanut products we had to take away.  I am dreading how sad and angry Ezra is going to be tomorrow when he is the only one without any candy.  He seemed a little bummed when I told him that Halloween only comes once a year.  At least we have Thanksgiving to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6657834151330723765?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6657834151330723765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6657834151330723765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6657834151330723765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6657834151330723765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Su-mFDnKl8I/AAAAAAAABv4/5ADyiYLlCl0/s72-c/DSC_3791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4317996072238474894</id><published>2009-10-25T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:55:25.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did He Get This Big?</title><content type='html'>I am just trying to figure out how this baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTzHUjyKsI/AAAAAAAABvY/uYn2CnS1Nss/s1600-h/Happy+Valentine%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTzHUjyKsI/AAAAAAAABvY/uYn2CnS1Nss/s400/Happy+Valentine%27s+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396705560600128194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became this big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTzH1wBDEI/AAAAAAAABvg/qCDoC3YLWJk/s1600-h/DSC_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTzH1wBDEI/AAAAAAAABvg/qCDoC3YLWJk/s400/DSC_3453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396705569509805122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me out here.  I just can't believe my baby is six.  Happy Birthday, sweet little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4317996072238474894?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4317996072238474894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4317996072238474894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4317996072238474894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4317996072238474894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-did-he-get-this-big.html' title='How Did He Get This Big?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTzHUjyKsI/AAAAAAAABvY/uYn2CnS1Nss/s72-c/Happy+Valentine%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4784264032543167817</id><published>2009-10-25T20:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:42:43.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Caleb's birthday celebration was a multi-day thing, with a birthday celebration at school for everyone with a birthday this month, muffins at school on his actual birthday, and today his birthday party at home.  We had just a few friends over for playing and cake.  Caleb had a great time planning it, Joshua and I had a great time executing it, and I think it is fair to say that everyone had a good time at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played "Pin the mouth on the Pumpkin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTvq2xcGvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hAYlW4dkq80/s1600-h/DSC_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTvq2xcGvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hAYlW4dkq80/s400/DSC_3475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396701773033118450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb requested red velvet cake for his birthday.  The pumpkin on top is a bit menacing, but Caleb liked how it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuPYdTKFI/AAAAAAAABuw/lT0ePmDSKhY/s1600-h/DSC_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuPYdTKFI/AAAAAAAABuw/lT0ePmDSKhY/s400/DSC_3438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396700201527486546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those candles didn't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuP-kl20I/AAAAAAAABu4/ZXTFTiE_M3A/s1600-h/DSC_3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuP-kl20I/AAAAAAAABu4/ZXTFTiE_M3A/s400/DSC_3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396700211758619458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids sitting around the table were silly and sweet and really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuQCMDxYI/AAAAAAAABvA/r7D2efbpOq8/s1600-h/DSC_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuQCMDxYI/AAAAAAAABvA/r7D2efbpOq8/s400/DSC_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396700212729464194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah moved all of his cake into his cup and drank it.  Needless to say, he made a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuQbcE2DI/AAAAAAAABvI/UY0Q-hwPVPs/s1600-h/DSC_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuQbcE2DI/AAAAAAAABvI/UY0Q-hwPVPs/s400/DSC_3497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396700219507529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone went home with a candy apple.  All around, it was the perfect fall birthday, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuPDd1HQI/AAAAAAAABuo/VigV1FfsHT8/s1600-h/DSC_3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTuPDd1HQI/AAAAAAAABuo/VigV1FfsHT8/s400/DSC_3417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396700195892567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is busy planning his seventh birthday now that this one is out of the way.  I can't wait to see what he comes up with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4784264032543167817?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4784264032543167817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4784264032543167817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4784264032543167817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4784264032543167817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/calebs-birthday-celebration.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTvq2xcGvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hAYlW4dkq80/s72-c/DSC_3475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7047748597750487055</id><published>2009-10-25T20:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:19:54.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our Newest Family Members!</title><content type='html'>Caleb is allergic to dogs, and I am allergic to cats.  Hamsters make too much noise at night, and monkeys throw poop at you (or so Aunt Kelly tells us).  But since every kid deserves something to love and take care of, we now have two pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to Frank and Hoppy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTqZyf6dgI/AAAAAAAABug/D4cytUcirr4/s1600-h/DSC_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTqZyf6dgI/AAAAAAAABug/D4cytUcirr4/s400/DSC_3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396695982269953538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aunt Kelly, Uncle Zachary, Ella and Moses for the best birthday presents ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7047748597750487055?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7047748597750487055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7047748597750487055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7047748597750487055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7047748597750487055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-our-newest-family-members.html' title='Welcome to our Newest Family Members!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SuTqZyf6dgI/AAAAAAAABug/D4cytUcirr4/s72-c/DSC_3506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6308426708176529910</id><published>2009-10-23T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:28:57.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Update</title><content type='html'>So, it is the end of Caleb's first quarter in Kindergarten, and we are happy to report that he still loves it.  He loves it so much that today's teacher workday (meaning a three-day weekend for Caleb) meant he was completely bummed.  He quickly came up with a solution that made him happy to have to stay home today:  we simply recreated his specials (those extra classes that aren't in his homeroom: art, music, PE, etc).  We came home from dropping Ezra off at preschool, and Caleb sat down for 20 minutes of computer "class" followed by snack, then playing with Legos.  He still needs his gym class, so we will spend 20 minutes outside this afternoon running laps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he would like to spend the morning speaking only in Spanish, but he declined.  I guess there are only some parts of school that he misses if he can't have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6308426708176529910?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6308426708176529910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6308426708176529910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6308426708176529910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6308426708176529910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/kindergarten-update.html' title='Kindergarten Update'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2777801874650239137</id><published>2009-10-20T08:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:46:36.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezra's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Ezra declared Sunday, "The best October 18th ever!"  I would say that they day he came into our lives was the best October 18th, but this year was a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the State Fair first thing in the morning, to try to beat the crowds.  While we did get a close parking spot, and some uncrowded fairways to get our bearings, we learn that fair workers don't necessarily have everything ready to go when the fair actually opens, so we spent a long time waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agricultural center, which the state fair is supposed to be about, was all ready to go--I guess 9am is probably not all that early for our state's farmers.  We saw giant pumpkins, baby chicks, miniature donkeys and tiny piglets.  And a lot of really big cows.  I figured maybe we should get out kids out to farms more often after Caleb asked if one of the cows was a camel, because it had a hump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u0zfnpfI/AAAAAAAABso/iuej_TrZfLE/s1600-h/DSC_3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u0zfnpfI/AAAAAAAABso/iuej_TrZfLE/s400/DSC_3083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730519603160562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, the rides and midway opened up, and we had a day full of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First cotton candy and corn dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3wgIwuC8I/AAAAAAAABtg/OVpln6zprts/s1600-h/DSC_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3wgIwuC8I/AAAAAAAABtg/OVpln6zprts/s400/DSC_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732363558030274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Judah seemed mad after every bite of cotton candy because it just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3whLy9wVI/AAAAAAAABto/0niK23oL_JQ/s1600-h/DSC_3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3whLy9wVI/AAAAAAAABto/0niK23oL_JQ/s400/DSC_3252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732381552623954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First roller coaster ride.  It was pretty tame, but Ella and Ezra decided they were not huge fans of it.  Caleb was thrilled though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u2_nQJ5I/AAAAAAAABtA/hImgSSc7exE/s1600-h/DSC_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u2_nQJ5I/AAAAAAAABtA/hImgSSc7exE/s400/DSC_3136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730557216139154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First ferris wheel.  This seemed to be the highlight of everyone's day, and we had to ride it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u1fankcI/AAAAAAAABsw/VMTO4laDmnw/s1600-h/DSC_3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u1fankcI/AAAAAAAABsw/VMTO4laDmnw/s400/DSC_3094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730531393343938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella was smiley the whole time, even though it was freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u2PQwHLI/AAAAAAAABs4/7LC74qlXfyY/s1600-h/DSC_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u2PQwHLI/AAAAAAAABs4/7LC74qlXfyY/s400/DSC_3106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730544236862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First fun house maze (two different ones).  I didn't think they were ever going to get out of the maze of mirrors, or the rolling sidewalk, but they finally did, and had a great time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3whiFifMI/AAAAAAAABtw/f0XElF5u4Fw/s1600-h/DSC_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3whiFifMI/AAAAAAAABtw/f0XElF5u4Fw/s400/DSC_3276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732387536108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were too short (and smart) to ride the huge drop ride, they loved watching the other fools, er, I mean fairgoers, doing it.  They never noticed that people were shooting turkeys right behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3wfaHRFYI/AAAAAAAABtY/gP0cY9k6XZE/s1600-h/DSC_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3wfaHRFYI/AAAAAAAABtY/gP0cY9k6XZE/s400/DSC_3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732351036134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many new things to try, it was also fun to catch some old favorites like the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u3HhhI6I/AAAAAAAABtI/QBuO9Ispss4/s1600-h/DSC_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u3HhhI6I/AAAAAAAABtI/QBuO9Ispss4/s400/DSC_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394730559339570082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah was too short for even the carousel, and actually spent 99.9% of the fair doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3we0SQ13I/AAAAAAAABtQ/P6-qQ71YgnA/s1600-h/DSC_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3we0SQ13I/AAAAAAAABtQ/P6-qQ71YgnA/s400/DSC_3198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394732340881708914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Ezra's birthday, we couldn't resist paying the guy to guess his birth month.  He guessed within a month, so Ezra didn't win anything, but Daddy stepped up and won him a big blow-up Sponge Bob by having the guy guess his weight.  The guy was off by more than 30 pounds, and Daddy saved the day.  That is going to be our new fair trick for winning trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3xyo7yRYI/AAAAAAAABt4/vxjWeCmZB_8/s1600-h/DSC_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3xyo7yRYI/AAAAAAAABt4/vxjWeCmZB_8/s400/DSC_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733780943652226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fair to say that we all had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3xzS_0JhI/AAAAAAAABuA/WxsAFWd8ICY/s1600-h/DSC_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3xzS_0JhI/AAAAAAAABuA/WxsAFWd8ICY/s400/DSC_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733792234841618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were so happy that Ella and Uncle Zach were able to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x0Dxz4FI/AAAAAAAABuI/WxEOxHzVc1I/s1600-h/DSC_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x0Dxz4FI/AAAAAAAABuI/WxEOxHzVc1I/s400/DSC_3308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733805329440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home to long warm naps, and then rallied for birthday presents, the dinner of Ezra's choosing (hamburgers, peas, and raw carrots), and then dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x061U3JI/AAAAAAAABuQ/8RPjX9onWfk/s1600-h/DSC_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x061U3JI/AAAAAAAABuQ/8RPjX9onWfk/s400/DSC_3319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733820108135570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra helped me make the ice cream cake with chocolate crust, two kinds of ice cream, melted chocolate, and crushed oreos.  It was definitely a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x1RjOeuI/AAAAAAAABuY/noUA85Ex-A0/s1600-h/DSC_3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3x1RjOeuI/AAAAAAAABuY/noUA85Ex-A0/s400/DSC_3327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733826206235362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that Ezra had such a wonderful birthday, and it was so nice that he choose something that made everyone so happy.  Now we are enjoying the downtime until Caleb's birthday tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2777801874650239137?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2777801874650239137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2777801874650239137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2777801874650239137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2777801874650239137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/ezras-birthday-celebration.html' title='Ezra&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/St3u0zfnpfI/AAAAAAAABso/iuej_TrZfLE/s72-c/DSC_3083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2770482675325338903</id><published>2009-10-18T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:51:07.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Preview and a Promise</title><content type='html'>Today Ezra turns four, and he got to choose how he wanted to celebrate it.  We will give the full report at the end of the day, but I will give you the teaser of what he chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SttU9gscRSI/AAAAAAAABsY/rP4cEFdfkMA/s1600-h/DSC_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SttU9gscRSI/AAAAAAAABsY/rP4cEFdfkMA/s400/DSC_3077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393998394431391010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upshot is that everyone had a very good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SttU99zbz7I/AAAAAAAABsg/2qoy5CdyrFw/s1600-h/DSC_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SttU99zbz7I/AAAAAAAABsg/2qoy5CdyrFw/s400/DSC_3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393998402245349298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is taking naps now, and later there will be presents and cake.  I think overall Ezra will remember his fourth birthday as a pretty good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise?  We will be much better about blogging from now on! (We can't get much worse, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2770482675325338903?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2770482675325338903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2770482675325338903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2770482675325338903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2770482675325338903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/10/preview-and-promise.html' title='A Preview and a Promise'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SttU9gscRSI/AAAAAAAABsY/rP4cEFdfkMA/s72-c/DSC_3077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7904713838702758934</id><published>2009-09-30T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:12:18.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Care Tips From Judah</title><content type='html'>Out of mousse?  Yogurt will work in a pinch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SsPzwuxWtHI/AAAAAAAABjE/tYpPy0clv_o/s400/DSC_2882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387417597779555442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7904713838702758934?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7904713838702758934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7904713838702758934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7904713838702758934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7904713838702758934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair-care-tips-from-judah.html' title='Hair Care Tips From Judah'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SsPzwuxWtHI/AAAAAAAABjE/tYpPy0clv_o/s72-c/DSC_2882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8678337531069177044</id><published>2009-09-23T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:48:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ezra was asked to draw a family picture in preschool today.  The teachers were a little confused when he finished and there were only two people in the picture.  They thought he misunderstood what they were asking him to do, so they asked him to explain the picture.  Here is his explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my family portrait. This is me--I am big--and this is Judah--he is little. Caleb is at Kindergarten, Daddy is at work, and Mommy is upstairs folding laundry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Not sure how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8678337531069177044?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8678337531069177044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8678337531069177044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8678337531069177044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8678337531069177044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-portrait.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2892463223026836302</id><published>2009-09-22T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:01:13.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah in Bubby's Jewelry</title><content type='html'>I think Marlyn would have liked to have seen Judah wearing her jewelry.  Every time Bubby was visiting, Judah would crawl in her lap and delightfully twist and pull any necklace or bracelets she was wearing.  She would also pack several different things so that he could examine different ones each day.  She never got tired of him doing it, and would just watch and keep him from being too rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a lot of Marlyn's jewelry is at my house, waiting in a box until Kelly and I are ready to go through it.  Judah found it the other day, and in no time, had put several necklaces on his neck, and dozens of bracelets on his arm.  I think she would have enjoyed seeing how happy it made him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SrkQfKs9tOI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gSSYFiFD0Po/s1600-h/DSC_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SrkQfKs9tOI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gSSYFiFD0Po/s400/DSC_2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384352957133075682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2892463223026836302?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2892463223026836302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2892463223026836302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2892463223026836302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2892463223026836302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/09/judah-in-bubbys-jewelry.html' title='Judah in Bubby&apos;s Jewelry'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SrkQfKs9tOI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gSSYFiFD0Po/s72-c/DSC_2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5641695717885015370</id><published>2009-09-12T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:22:38.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exquisite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ezra (near the end of a day in which he got a fat lip and, later, fell out of a tree):  Daddy, I had a very, very, very; very, very, very; very, very, very; &lt;em&gt;very, very, very&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;VERY, VERY, VERY&lt;/em&gt; bad day.  But it was also partly exquisite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua:  Wow, Ezra, what part of your day was exquisite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ezra:  The TV part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5641695717885015370?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5641695717885015370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5641695717885015370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5641695717885015370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5641695717885015370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/09/exquisite.html' title='Exquisite'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2825104857667032717</id><published>2009-09-12T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:19:15.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Caleb:  I think it's interesting that you use axes to chop down trees to get wood, but axes are actually &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; of wood--their handles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua:  That &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; interesting.  So, how do you think they got the wood for the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; axe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caleb:  [Thinking.]  They must have used woodchucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2825104857667032717?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2825104857667032717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2825104857667032717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2825104857667032717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2825104857667032717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-woodchuck-could-chuck-wood.html' title='If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7821232845974120634</id><published>2009-08-28T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:43:03.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Update</title><content type='html'>Caleb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; Kindergarten.  Three days down, and he is absolutely thrilled.  He loves seeing Molly every day.  He loves the big computer screen called Smartie.  He loves watching YouTube videos in Spanish.  He likes the cafeteria, and story time, and the zip line on the playground.  I haven't heard of anything he doesn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his first day of school we went to get ice cream, and he declared that he liked the ice cream, but he liked Kindergarten even more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second morning, he was up and dressed at 6:30, ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was up at 5:47. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some of the excitement begins to wear off, or he is going to be getting up before I get to bed.  Today he is riding the school bus home for the first time.  This whole school thing is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7821232845974120634?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7821232845974120634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7821232845974120634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7821232845974120634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7821232845974120634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten-update.html' title='Kindergarten Update'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6494805421132514785</id><published>2009-08-26T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:58:20.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of Kindergarten for Caleb.  He has been super excited all summer, but seemed a little nervous after a weekend of everyone asking him about it.  By the time we were walking this school this morning, though, he seemed back to being excited.  He picked out his drum shirt, and showed everyone his special trick for getting his backpack on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SpVmcopbUqI/AAAAAAAABsA/YqBG81dAMi0/s1600-h/DSC_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SpVmcopbUqI/AAAAAAAABsA/YqBG81dAMi0/s400/DSC_2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374314372470100642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first person we saw when we got to school was his friend Molly, who was completely confident and self-assured.  Her enthusiasm seemed to rub off on him, and while he was initially worried about joining the class while I filled out some paperwork, he was comfortable following Molly into the classroom and then into the line to go outside (Molly is the blond with pigtails in the picture below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SpVmdOatGeI/AAAAAAAABsI/s4Gm-rpaZiU/s1600-h/DSC_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SpVmdOatGeI/AAAAAAAABsI/s4Gm-rpaZiU/s400/DSC_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374314382608898530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a final glimpse of Caleb when they were lining up to come back inside, and he seemed to be doing okay.  I am going to have to ask Uncle Zachary for the full update on how school goes, because Caleb told me he was going to tell Uncle Zach, but no one else.  I hope you have your phone on, Z!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6494805421132514785?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6494805421132514785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6494805421132514785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6494805421132514785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6494805421132514785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SpVmcopbUqI/AAAAAAAABsA/YqBG81dAMi0/s72-c/DSC_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-3705824001399216069</id><published>2009-08-18T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:23:51.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezra's Bedtime Story</title><content type='html'>By Ezra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl named Shasha, and she liked to eat dinner every night.  Her mom didn't let her eat dinner every night, so one night she went to look for a banana, because she was hungry and she loved bananas.  She found a banana, but it wasn't a normal banana!  It could walk and talk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana followed Shasha home, and kerpluflunkashamasham!!!!!  The banana turned over all the furniture in Shasha's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, a nice dinosaur came and picked up all the furniture and made the house clean again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-3705824001399216069?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/3705824001399216069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=3705824001399216069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3705824001399216069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3705824001399216069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/ezras-bedtime-story.html' title='Ezra&apos;s Bedtime Story'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2172649740776339053</id><published>2009-08-14T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:36:50.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because he is interested in the potty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SoXK15cxtZI/AAAAAAAABr4/eVEMbQYo0QI/s1600-h/DSC_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SoXK15cxtZI/AAAAAAAABr4/eVEMbQYo0QI/s400/DSC_2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369921158012581266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...doesn't mean Judah is ready to use the potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2172649740776339053?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2172649740776339053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2172649740776339053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2172649740776339053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2172649740776339053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-because-he-is-interested-in-potty.html' title='Just because he is interested in the potty...'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SoXK15cxtZI/AAAAAAAABr4/eVEMbQYo0QI/s72-c/DSC_2591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-3305535986524220062</id><published>2009-08-08T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:36:45.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What-a-Melon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sn3TkRVUH1I/AAAAAAAABi8/6NTVSsBiXCw/s1600-h/DSC_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sn3TkRVUH1I/AAAAAAAABi8/6NTVSsBiXCw/s400/DSC_2456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367678950977052498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-3305535986524220062?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/3305535986524220062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=3305535986524220062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3305535986524220062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/3305535986524220062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-melon.html' title='What-a-Melon!'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sn3TkRVUH1I/AAAAAAAABi8/6NTVSsBiXCw/s72-c/DSC_2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7968857853371946963</id><published>2009-08-06T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:02:54.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2039</title><content type='html'>If everything works out the way Caleb and Ezra were planning it yesterday, this is what my family will look like by the middle of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I will live in a little log cabin.  Judah will live next door to us, all alone.  Caleb will live across the street, with his wife Molly (the little girl across the street who will be in the same Kindergarten class this year), and their two children Sharon and Joshua (actually, Caleb knows you don't get to decide what gender your children are, so those are just the names he will use if he has a boy and a girl).  Ezra will live next to Caleb with his husband Wesley (his best friend who lives across the street from us now).  Ezra checked with Caleb first to make sure that boys can marry boys, to which Caleb replied, "Yes.  The only rule is that you have to be in love and want to get married.  You don't have to be married if you don't want to."  Ezra and Wesley will have a boy and a girl (I guess maybe they would get to choose), and name them Joshua and Gretl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Ezra will both have pools in the houses, but Caleb's will be deep, with a diving board, and Ezra's will be a baby pool with a big frog slide.  Caleb thinks it will be safer to have all of the parties at Ezra's house, so it will be safer for the little kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they do to pay for these houses and swimming pools?  Caleb and Ezra will both stay home with their kids.  Ezra said Wesley could choose what he wanted to do, but Caleb said Molly will be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They paint a sweet little picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7968857853371946963?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7968857853371946963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7968857853371946963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7968857853371946963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7968857853371946963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/2039.html' title='2039'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1109706972555388856</id><published>2009-08-04T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:42:22.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>I have been really lazy about uploading pictures to Flickr--not that I don't have a thousand pictures.  My pictures just sit on my desktop.  So, here they are, a lot of pictures taken through the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1109706972555388856?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1109706972555388856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1109706972555388856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1109706972555388856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1109706972555388856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1759029481715249745</id><published>2009-08-04T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:38:36.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Sun Flower Seed Butter</title><content type='html'>Caleb has spent the summer carefully tending his sunflowers that he planted in the spring.  He waters them before camp and checks on how tall they grow from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very happy when they began to get taller than him, and they quickly got to be much taller than him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt39DkrrI/AAAAAAAABrY/syLpTqb3GYY/s1600-h/DSC_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt39DkrrI/AAAAAAAABrY/syLpTqb3GYY/s400/DSC_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366300501550083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they started to bloom, Caleb was beside himself. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4Pm0FgI/AAAAAAAABrg/5qug63HReT0/s1600-h/DSC_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4Pm0FgI/AAAAAAAABrg/5qug63HReT0/s400/DSC_2031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366300506529732098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Caleb is busy doing research to see how to dry out sunflower seeds in order to grind it into butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4YYHx8I/AAAAAAAABro/FKJdK_EpJ6I/s1600-h/DSC_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4YYHx8I/AAAAAAAABro/FKJdK_EpJ6I/s400/DSC_2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366300508884027330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we are just enjoying the blooms while they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4mm2I1I/AAAAAAAABrw/LlpDQVqw3xs/s1600-h/DSC_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt4mm2I1I/AAAAAAAABrw/LlpDQVqw3xs/s400/DSC_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366300512703882066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1759029481715249745?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1759029481715249745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1759029481715249745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1759029481715249745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1759029481715249745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-sun-flower-seed-butter.html' title='Making Sun Flower Seed Butter'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Snjt39DkrrI/AAAAAAAABrY/syLpTqb3GYY/s72-c/DSC_1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7205656803642641112</id><published>2009-07-24T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:03:50.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Logic Is Good, But Wrong</title><content type='html'>Ezra:  I have a great idea!  Let's get on a spaceship and go to Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon:  We are on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra:  No, I want to go to the Earth that is in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon:  Well, space is all around us, and we are on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra:  Space isn't around us.  How can we get to Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon:  Do you want to go somewhere else in space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra:  Yeah.  Let's go to the Earth that is in space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7205656803642641112?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7205656803642641112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7205656803642641112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7205656803642641112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7205656803642641112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-logic-is-good-but-wrong.html' title='His Logic Is Good, But Wrong'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5687316184320390301</id><published>2009-07-21T13:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:03:16.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I have these photos that I have been holding onto since we went to the beach.  I love them, but wasn't sure what to do with them.  But now, I realized I needed to post them for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just so lucky that Kelly and Zachary, and Ella and Moses live so close; but the downside is that when they spend all summer traveling for work and fun (as they do every year), we miss them.  A lot.  So, in honor of our Durham family, here are the pictures I took at the beach of all of the various family configurations.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Ella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBequlJ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/-Gl2NhVN4aA/s1600-h/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBequlJ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/-Gl2NhVN4aA/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974032808519522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella and Moses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBdWYeAOI/AAAAAAAABqk/WdiCBD54QuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBdWYeAOI/AAAAAAAABqk/WdiCBD54QuQ/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974010167197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HPs of Durham:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBd9Gv51I/AAAAAAAABqs/z-KtN0CdnWk/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBd9Gv51I/AAAAAAAABqs/z-KtN0CdnWk/s400/DSC_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974020561856338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYCNS9EMgI/AAAAAAAABrM/YzBnIVHV23o/s1600-h/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYCNS9EMgI/AAAAAAAABrM/YzBnIVHV23o/s400/DSC_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974833880674818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBdCWosSI/AAAAAAAABqc/1FFWFyafnhs/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBdCWosSI/AAAAAAAABqc/1FFWFyafnhs/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974004790800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYCNDaA1sI/AAAAAAAABrE/xdcjD7GPsu0/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYCNDaA1sI/AAAAAAAABrE/xdcjD7GPsu0/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360974829707122370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see you!  Come home safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5687316184320390301?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5687316184320390301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5687316184320390301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5687316184320390301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5687316184320390301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmYBequlJ2I/AAAAAAAABq8/-Gl2NhVN4aA/s72-c/DSC_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-637282837248959977</id><published>2009-07-20T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:39:53.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtub Diving</title><content type='html'>Caleb and Ezra really wanted to master their goggles before taking them out in the big pool.  Now they want to wear their goggles in the bath every night.  It makes it hard to wash hair, but, man, is it cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUOJbZHdmI/AAAAAAAABqU/qpII1TnSyIA/s1600-h/DSC_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUOJbZHdmI/AAAAAAAABqU/qpII1TnSyIA/s400/DSC_1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360706486589159010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUOIxUT_yI/AAAAAAAABqM/PHUC9s47Az4/s1600-h/DSC_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUOIxUT_yI/AAAAAAAABqM/PHUC9s47Az4/s400/DSC_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360706475294719778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-637282837248959977?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/637282837248959977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=637282837248959977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/637282837248959977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/637282837248959977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/bathtub-diving.html' title='Bathtub Diving'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUOJbZHdmI/AAAAAAAABqU/qpII1TnSyIA/s72-c/DSC_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8650307381863557179</id><published>2009-07-20T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:34:49.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Tennessee</title><content type='html'>The boys and I took a quick trip to Oak Ridge over the weekend.  The time sped by with a lot of visiting and good food, a short trip to the pool in unseasonably cool weather, and lots of playing with cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Ezra haven't seen their cousins Rebecca and Jacqueline in three whole years, and loved all the attention they got from them.  Rebecca helped keep Judah out of trouble, and Jacqueline possibly acquired favorite cousin status by putting Wall-E on for them.  (Mark was also a cousin extraordinaire, but refused to have his picture taken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmULh5c36-I/AAAAAAAABqE/ARKSmhUfwyA/s1600-h/DSC_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmULh5c36-I/AAAAAAAABqE/ARKSmhUfwyA/s400/DSC_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360703608439958498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmULhkgpZYI/AAAAAAAABp8/Hvaoh6H8fWQ/s1600-h/DSC_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmULhkgpZYI/AAAAAAAABp8/Hvaoh6H8fWQ/s400/DSC_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360703602818639234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra asked today why they don't get to see "the big cousins" more often (the cousins older than 8 are lucky when they get assigned a name, and it is rarely the correct one.  Jacqueline was called Rebecca all weekend, and Mark was called Craig, even though Craig was out of town).  We wish we could see them all more often.  We miss them already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8650307381863557179?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8650307381863557179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8650307381863557179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8650307381863557179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8650307381863557179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-tennessee.html' title='Back to Tennessee'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmULh5c36-I/AAAAAAAABqE/ARKSmhUfwyA/s72-c/DSC_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6759100057703220868</id><published>2009-07-20T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:22:57.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Fun</title><content type='html'>All Caleb asked for was 2 pieces of paper, tape, three straws, some string, and a balloon.  He is a little MacGyver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUJ0xVm0OI/AAAAAAAABps/Wi4wsk44N40/s1600-h/DSC_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUJ0xVm0OI/AAAAAAAABps/Wi4wsk44N40/s400/DSC_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360701733656252642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Ezra wanted to be just like his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUJ1dl48QI/AAAAAAAABp0/eCnVZ9QkMMw/s1600-h/DSC_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUJ1dl48QI/AAAAAAAABp0/eCnVZ9QkMMw/s400/DSC_1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360701745535709442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6759100057703220868?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6759100057703220868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6759100057703220868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6759100057703220868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6759100057703220868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-day-fun.html' title='Rainy Day Fun'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SmUJ0xVm0OI/AAAAAAAABps/Wi4wsk44N40/s72-c/DSC_1989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-805784872346151007</id><published>2009-07-12T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:26:14.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ezralexicon</title><content type='html'>When I think about Ezra's relationship with the English language, I'm reminded of the old saying about crazy drivers, that they take speed limit signs "as a suggestion."  That's Ezra--he takes the august body of English grammar and diction &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a suggestion&lt;/span&gt;.  The amazing thing is, most of the time he ends up making more sense than the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apricotty plum&lt;/span&gt;, noun:  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluot"&gt;Pluot&lt;/a&gt;.  Used primarily when he can't remember the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pluot&lt;/span&gt;.  "This apricotty plum is delicious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banana bump&lt;/span&gt;, noun:  The two ends of a banana; the most desirable part of the fruit.  "You can share my banana with Judah, but don't let him have the banana bumps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottomings&lt;/span&gt;, noun:  That which is below toppings, as with ice cream sundaes.  "The toppings on this banana split are yummy, but so are the bottomings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt;, adj.:  A description of the situation when the moon is out, particularly when it is full or close to full; the opposite of sunny.  "It's very moony out tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pajamaed&lt;/span&gt;, adj.:  The state of wearing pajamas.  "Look how quickly I got pajamaed tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reservwater&lt;/span&gt;, noun:  A conflation of the words reservoir and water.  "The reservwater is looking very full."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleevy&lt;/span&gt;, adj.:  A reference to the length of the sleeves on a shirt.  "That sweatshirt is more sleevy than this t-shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Thumbs of My Feet&lt;/span&gt;, noun:  Big toes.  "I have blisters on the thumbs of my feet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-805784872346151007?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/805784872346151007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=805784872346151007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/805784872346151007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/805784872346151007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/ezralexicon.html' title='The Ezralexicon'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5568614528693058650</id><published>2009-07-12T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:41:49.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lengths Ezra Has to Take to Throw Off the Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SlouYFECk2I/AAAAAAAABi0/MMRMscnT1qQ/s1600-h/DSC_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SlouYFECk2I/AAAAAAAABi0/MMRMscnT1qQ/s400/DSC_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357645697921487714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5568614528693058650?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5568614528693058650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5568614528693058650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5568614528693058650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5568614528693058650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/lengths-ezra-has-to-take-to-throw-off.html' title='The Lengths Ezra Has to Take to Throw Off the Paparazzi'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SlouYFECk2I/AAAAAAAABi0/MMRMscnT1qQ/s72-c/DSC_1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7265256021985145800</id><published>2009-07-11T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:27:36.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One and a Half</title><content type='html'>This started out as a "Judah is 16 months old!" post, but then here it is two months later, and he is a year and a half.  It has been an important two months in the growth of Judah.  He is talking more, playing more, and getting into a lot more trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlkyfcstKXI/AAAAAAAABpM/jVSS-TaRccw/s1600-h/DSC_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlkyfcstKXI/AAAAAAAABpM/jVSS-TaRccw/s400/DSC_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368747594951026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah, despite his early (how shall I put it)...plumpness, is kind of a little peanut now.  At 31.5 inches, he is a tiny bit below average for his age, but his 23 pounds puts him at only the 10th percentile for weight (his big head gives him room for a larger than average brain).  Don't let his size fool you though, he can make his brothers, and the neighborhood cat, cry "uncle" with his strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a climbing fool.  When he isn't climbing onto the kitchen or dining room tables, he can generally be found on top of the bunk beds in the big boys' room.  He can scale any of the ladders and rock walls the local playgrounds put in his way, we frequently re-enter the kitchen or dining room just after leaving to find him on top of the table, and I doubt his crib will contain him for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view we most often see of Judah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlkygcIME6I/AAAAAAAABpk/ZOIgJ42sIXs/s1600-h/DSC_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlkygcIME6I/AAAAAAAABpk/ZOIgJ42sIXs/s400/DSC_1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368764621656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkyf8YxGKI/AAAAAAAABpc/uo3CAeHNWN4/s1600-h/DSC_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkyf8YxGKI/AAAAAAAABpc/uo3CAeHNWN4/s400/DSC_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368756101257378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always running:  to his brothers, away from me, or to get into whatever interests him.  We have only lost him once, when he took off out of the public library while Caleb, Ezra and I were in a big crowd.  You can't leave a door open for long without him scrambling to escape out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't to say that he doesn't love to be near us though.  He loves to pile onto anyone crazy enough to lay down on the floor.  He grabs a quick snuggle (and then climbs and stands, as if he is Sir Edmund Hillary, conquering the mountain).  He want to be near his brothers whenever they let him, and if they can do something, he is going to try to do it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkye6hsQ6I/AAAAAAAABpE/kAXlfLgq63I/s1600-h/DSC_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkye6hsQ6I/AAAAAAAABpE/kAXlfLgq63I/s400/DSC_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368738421949346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah is finally starting to talk a bit.  We were never very worried, as he definitely can make his wishes known, but we were getting a bit curious about when he was going to start sharing his words with us.  His most recognizable words seem to be mama, dada, Cal (for Caleb), ca (for cat), yes, and no; but he also has a whole other set of words which we understand, but that don't resemble anything in the English language:  ah-mon for please (your guess is as good as mine), and ta da for thank you being the most common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkyfrf5a4I/AAAAAAAABpU/w4CZ3VzX6mE/s1600-h/DSC_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Slkyfrf5a4I/AAAAAAAABpU/w4CZ3VzX6mE/s400/DSC_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368751567760258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 months Judah still seems like our baby, but he is growing up faster than we can believe.  He is keeping us on our toes (and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of us--Caleb and Ezra have learned that there isn't a hiding spot or high counter that Judah can't reach to get to their stuff).  He makes life really happy and lively.  Happy half birthday, Judah-Bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7265256021985145800?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7265256021985145800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7265256021985145800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7265256021985145800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7265256021985145800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-and-half.html' title='One and a Half'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlkyfcstKXI/AAAAAAAABpM/jVSS-TaRccw/s72-c/DSC_1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7327984740992930486</id><published>2009-07-09T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:42:20.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest Lovie</title><content type='html'>Up until Judah, our kids have had pretty traditional lovies--blankies, bears, the usual.  Judah doesn't snuggle at night with twin pillar candles or giant fire trucks, as other kids we know have done, but he does have a fairly strange lovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His crib sheet is his lovey.  It isn't just any crib sheet, it is The Ultimate Crib Sheet (that is not Judah, but some stranger baby on the Amazon website).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlYzweG1KKI/AAAAAAAABos/gAlIshZcaUA/s1600-h/5110G52W19L._SS350_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlYzweG1KKI/AAAAAAAABos/gAlIshZcaUA/s400/5110G52W19L._SS350_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356525714612234402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crib sheet is the best thing that ever happened to changing wet cribs in the middle of the night because it is a crib sheet/waterproof mattress pad all in one, and it just snap on top of your regular sheet.  Since he was a few months old, Judah has scooted, crawled, or jumped to the corner of his crib, lifted a little of the sheet up, and snuggled it while sucking his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlZGy4wyFII/AAAAAAAABo0/YAoM7EtZsew/s1600-h/DSC_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlZGy4wyFII/AAAAAAAABo0/YAoM7EtZsew/s400/DSC_3570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546646848181378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As he has gotten stronger, Judah has learned how to unsnap the corners, giving himself more sheet to snuggle with.  He really loves when we travel and he can carry it around, or when I wash it and he can abscond with it before I get it put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlZGzHps_3I/AAAAAAAABo8/lzVAd2PBoIE/s1600-h/DSC_9287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlZGzHps_3I/AAAAAAAABo8/lzVAd2PBoIE/s400/DSC_9287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546650845020018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one problem with this lovey is that, being waterproof, it is plastic on the bottom.  That has always made me a bit nervous, but not terribly so.  It seems like if it were a big problem, the Back-to-sleep campaigners would have spoken out against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other night on my way to bed, I peeked into Judah's room to get one last look at my sleeping angel, but there was no Judah to see!  One corner of the sheet was unsnapped and folded back, and he crib sheet looked as though it were floating about two inches off the mattress.   And Judah was sleeping underneath it!  I about fell out laughing, and ran to get Joshua (but not the camera, darnnit) before unsnapping the sheet and taking it off my baby's head.  I wish I had a picture to share with you, but I know that I will always have that image in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what Judah will do when he sleeps in a big boy bed, since his crib sheet is a bit unweildy.  And I am afraid we will need to figure that out sooner rather than later.  Just watch the video below.  I am waiting for a thump on the floor any night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/KollingPerin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/KollingPerin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5527172&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5527172&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5527172"&gt;Crib Climbing&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user376961"&gt;Joshua Kolling-Perin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7327984740992930486?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7327984740992930486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7327984740992930486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7327984740992930486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7327984740992930486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/weirdest-lovie.html' title='Weirdest Lovie'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlYzweG1KKI/AAAAAAAABos/gAlIshZcaUA/s72-c/5110G52W19L._SS350_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1521651819213724999</id><published>2009-07-06T13:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:18:43.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July:  the Happy Pictures</title><content type='html'>In addition to the forced march of misery, Saturday was full of all the things that make summer holidays wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bounce house obstacle course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7njMkkkI/AAAAAAAABm8/dg3d7rI16og/s1600-h/DSC_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7njMkkkI/AAAAAAAABm8/dg3d7rI16og/s400/DSC_1586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408457545847362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-day weekend with Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7oLdesYI/AAAAAAAABnE/LtUU99rDIko/s1600-h/DSC_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7oLdesYI/AAAAAAAABnE/LtUU99rDIko/s400/DSC_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408468354183554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinklers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7pPSKUUI/AAAAAAAABnc/SwiSuAwYTs8/s1600-h/DSC_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7pPSKUUI/AAAAAAAABnc/SwiSuAwYTs8/s400/DSC_1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408486560321858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI_F8bqygI/AAAAAAAABok/uW0wqmlCAHU/s1600-h/DSC_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI_F8bqygI/AAAAAAAABok/uW0wqmlCAHU/s400/DSC_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355412278251014658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh summer corn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9GzWVplI/AAAAAAAABns/GM0BZNRUlmo/s1600-h/DSC_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9GzWVplI/AAAAAAAABns/GM0BZNRUlmo/s400/DSC_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410093969352274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9GcghwuI/AAAAAAAABnk/o9hqiepuJNQ/s1600-h/DSC_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9GcghwuI/AAAAAAAABnk/o9hqiepuJNQ/s400/DSC_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410087838073570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow wigs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9HkTegCI/AAAAAAAABoE/Af04URGtFmI/s1600-h/DSC_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9HkTegCI/AAAAAAAABoE/Af04URGtFmI/s400/DSC_1761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410107110686754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7ocjsF5I/AAAAAAAABnM/pQNQgoLjoPc/s1600-h/DSC_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7ocjsF5I/AAAAAAAABnM/pQNQgoLjoPc/s400/DSC_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408472943630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks in the street:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9HIbw21I/AAAAAAAABn0/2OblRtABcfg/s1600-h/DSC_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9HIbw21I/AAAAAAAABn0/2OblRtABcfg/s400/DSC_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410099629251410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9He6ekAI/AAAAAAAABn8/7jtedBlTu5g/s1600-h/DSC_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI9He6ekAI/AAAAAAAABn8/7jtedBlTu5g/s400/DSC_1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410105663655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sparklers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-CWJc-OI/AAAAAAAABoc/yBwDt9DQsTo/s1600-h/DSC_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-CWJc-OI/AAAAAAAABoc/yBwDt9DQsTo/s400/DSC_1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355411116922829026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-CPIRihI/AAAAAAAABoU/iGe0aEJI8Us/s1600-h/DSC_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-CPIRihI/AAAAAAAABoU/iGe0aEJI8Us/s400/DSC_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355411115038837266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-B3F_xxI/AAAAAAAABoM/XytLD9K22cs/s1600-h/DSC_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI-B3F_xxI/AAAAAAAABoM/XytLD9K22cs/s400/DSC_1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355411108586833682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to wait another year to brave the craziness of the fireworks.   The boys were happy to spend Sunday morning in their PJs watching the DC fireworks that I Tivo'd Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1521651819213724999?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1521651819213724999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1521651819213724999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1521651819213724999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1521651819213724999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-happy-pictures.html' title='Fourth of July:  the Happy Pictures'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlI7njMkkkI/AAAAAAAABm8/dg3d7rI16og/s72-c/DSC_1586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8937442354567456460</id><published>2009-07-05T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:53:54.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear the Fourth of July Parade Is Fun!</title><content type='html'>I was just going through all 248 pictures I took yesterday while celebrating our nation's freedom.  What struck me is that once again, my children look absolutely miserable at the morning's parade.  They have looked miserable every year at the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFGAQtfraI/AAAAAAAABmM/j0YvMv2-OGA/s1600-h/DSC_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFGAQtfraI/AAAAAAAABmM/j0YvMv2-OGA/s400/DSC_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355138402219961762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFF_wqOMVI/AAAAAAAABmE/jM870e6g5bY/s1600-h/DSC_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFF_wqOMVI/AAAAAAAABmE/jM870e6g5bY/s400/DSC_1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355138393616298322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHnHsmtXI/AAAAAAAABmU/yDZNfaq_dxI/s1600-h/DSC_9229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHnHsmtXI/AAAAAAAABmU/yDZNfaq_dxI/s400/DSC_9229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355140169326835058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHng2EzUI/AAAAAAAABmc/iMOeTg6Ujh8/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHng2EzUI/AAAAAAAABmc/iMOeTg6Ujh8/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355140176077442370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHoPMnMsI/AAAAAAAABms/_f8XZsKs5sk/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHoPMnMsI/AAAAAAAABms/_f8XZsKs5sk/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355140188520002242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHnymfDmI/AAAAAAAABmk/60OcLWNlJAw/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHnymfDmI/AAAAAAAABmk/60OcLWNlJAw/s400/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355140180843892322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHoXBWmXI/AAAAAAAABm0/Cbe8LVLTglg/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFHoXBWmXI/AAAAAAAABm0/Cbe8LVLTglg/s400/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355140190620260722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one isn't our child--even the neighbor's kids look miserable on this forced march down Main Street to Town Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about it, other than that we have never forced them to go to the parade and ride bikes and eat funnel cake.  They have always had a choice, and they always look forward to it.  I will just take it as proof that photographic evidence can be misleading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8937442354567456460?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8937442354567456460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8937442354567456460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8937442354567456460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8937442354567456460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-fourth-of-july-parade-is-fun.html' title='I Swear the Fourth of July Parade Is Fun!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFGAQtfraI/AAAAAAAABmM/j0YvMv2-OGA/s72-c/DSC_1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4445368498056900340</id><published>2009-07-05T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:25:00.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Visit, Bubby!</title><content type='html'>We are so happy that you came down to visit and spend July 4th with us, Bubby!  We can't wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFERjuOG3I/AAAAAAAABl8/H94p9rxs2V4/s1600-h/DSC_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFERjuOG3I/AAAAAAAABl8/H94p9rxs2V4/s400/DSC_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355136500357798770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4445368498056900340?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4445368498056900340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4445368498056900340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4445368498056900340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4445368498056900340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-for-visit-bubby.html' title='Thanks for the Visit, Bubby!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SlFERjuOG3I/AAAAAAAABl8/H94p9rxs2V4/s72-c/DSC_1717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-178482630371814328</id><published>2009-06-29T21:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:22:34.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A week in Boston!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although, technically speaking, the actual destination may have just been gilding the lily.  As Sharon--that notorious wag--put it, maybe next year we should just drive up and down the New Jersey Turnpike.  Along the way:  Tunnels!  Ships!  Cranes!  Overpasses!  Trucks!  Factories!  Airplanes!  Diggers!  Trains!  It was like having James Brown in the car; every few minutes, somebody would yell out, "Bridge!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And once we got there:  Subways!  Buses!  Caleb can tell you all about the different T lines--where they go, what they look like.  (The Red Line is the line that goes over the Longfellow Bridge--&lt;em&gt;a bridge with a train line on it!&lt;/em&gt;--and its cars look like the cars in Washington and New York.  The Green Line is what we pick up at Lechmere, and its cars look more like trolleys; they operate at street level when they're above-ground.  You get the picture.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Caleb overjoyed to be in the underground bus station--"It's like a subway station, but for buses!"--at Harvard Square:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl0_aWPkoI/AAAAAAAABhw/oIdCyl55DBw/s400/DSC_1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938264859742850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's our youngest straphanger, Judah:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1yiaBODI/AAAAAAAABio/9PGZpsQsRck/s1600-h/DSC_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1yiaBODI/AAAAAAAABio/9PGZpsQsRck/s400/DSC_1329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352939143196391474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't let the infrastructure-love give you the wrong impression:  We spent some great time with Aunt Laura and Uncle Jeff, who are &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1AgLuWxI/AAAAAAAABiQ/vYLvUrxulTw/s400/DSC_1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938283606104850" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1AamgecI/AAAAAAAABiI/biHq7QHIDu4/s400/DSC_1322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938282107828674" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1AGUk08I/AAAAAAAABiA/R7mWlxNxE9U/s400/DSC_1323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938276663907266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for your generosity and hospitality!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we got to see good old friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hannah:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1fpX12dI/AAAAAAAABig/FL2WuzDdahs/s1600-h/DSC_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl1fpX12dI/AAAAAAAABig/FL2WuzDdahs/s400/DSC_1305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938818648791506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Eloise, with new friend Sam:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklyrNkJQfI/AAAAAAAABhI/xgRaSicTYco/s400/DSC_1404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935718807749106" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention it was mostly gloomy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklyrfmQqDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/IWHt6QYRXBE/s400/DSC_1389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935723648460850" /&gt;Who cares?--more time for naps:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklysE1RRWI/AAAAAAAABhg/UVePvuXgggA/s400/DSC_1381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935733643527522" /&gt;And snuggles:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklyrrCJerI/AAAAAAAABhY/OfFgeQ9Rjhw/s400/DSC_1385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935726718220978" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In between cloudbursts, we got out to the Public Garden.  First, the pigeons made way for &lt;em&gt;us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklv7uSdAlI/AAAAAAAABgo/SnHn-txmK2A/s400/DSC_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932703934939730" /&gt;...then we made way way for ducklings:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklv79oqhpI/AAAAAAAABgw/obM0CpETw_4/s400/DSC_1287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932708054632082" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklv8VhUdFI/AAAAAAAABg4/NiBWoGic_j0/s400/DSC_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932714466276434" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklv8gJw6BI/AAAAAAAABhA/OfeiFTJOXbA/s400/DSC_1299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932717320267794" /&gt;Not to be left unmentioned, our stop in New Haven on the way up.  Early dinner at that ziggurat of pizza, Frank Pepe's!  Here are Caleb and Ezra looking longingly in at the oven during our (long) wait, along with Ethan, whose brother Liam and dad John--my grad school roommate--joined us for the meal.  (So nice to see you guys!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklusfX5wmI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hop2E9OqppQ/s400/DSC_1232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352931342721598050" /&gt;If you're interested (and comfortably seated), Caleb and Ezra can tell you all about Pepe's coal-fired oven, how it's superior to a wood-fired oven because it can reach higher temperatures, why high heat makes better pizza... (don't worry; I'm raising these kids right).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also stopped at Yale for a little roaming.  Here's Ezra making waves at the Women's Table, an icon on the center of campus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklusl_kPVI/AAAAAAAABgA/dOnZ-FP2tGU/s400/DSC_1240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352931344498572626" /&gt;Caleb was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; into the icons flanking the main entrance to Sterling Library (as was his dad fifteen years ago, so he comes by this rightly):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Sklusy9AHMI/AAAAAAAABgI/whxhIeJZE1I/s400/DSC_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352931347977477314" /&gt;And all the boys were able to indulge their passion for what we call "secret-passageways"--around Carrboro, generally just openings in hedgerows or, when we're lucky, short alleys between buildings--with Yale's arches, gates, and tunnels.  Here are all four Kolling-Perin males peeking in through the gate to the Branford College Master's House:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SklutYBsbjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/nmzsBmRmk3k/s400/DSC_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352931357929270834" /&gt;Caleb, summing up the trip, told us that Boston is his favorite city, so maybe we'll be back up this way again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-178482630371814328?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/178482630371814328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=178482630371814328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/178482630371814328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/178482630371814328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/boston-2009.html' title='Boston 2009'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/Skl0_aWPkoI/AAAAAAAABhw/oIdCyl55DBw/s72-c/DSC_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6539330185158427732</id><published>2009-06-27T13:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:00:42.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Museum</title><content type='html'>Caleb and Ezra had a hard time understanding why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;were going to their favorite children's museum without them--dressed up, no less, and on a Saturday night while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;stayed home with a babysitter.  "Why is Melissa getting married at &lt;a href="http://www.marbleskidsmuseum.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;," Ezra kept asking, nose scrunched and eyes narrowed.  We might as well have been going to a funeral at an amusement park.&lt;p&gt;Sorry to say it, guys:  We had a great time!  Along with a handful of work friends who ventured into the exhibits during the reception, we had the run of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbPN8idxI/AAAAAAAABfI/pZaxEeXQrWQ/s400/DSC_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065524176156434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbQKezeLI/AAAAAAAABfg/aQYKCSb6DMg/s1600-h/DSC_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbQKezeLI/AAAAAAAABfg/aQYKCSb6DMg/s400/DSC_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065540426004658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbP8NtiRI/AAAAAAAABfY/IjbwTTJJewg/s1600-h/DSC_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbP8NtiRI/AAAAAAAABfY/IjbwTTJJewg/s400/DSC_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065536596216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbPtdmgeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/suU95IhjAUw/s1600-h/DSC_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbPtdmgeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/suU95IhjAUw/s400/DSC_1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065532636332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZhLR5tpmI/AAAAAAAABfw/MpDVKVsp_aE/s1600-h/J%26S+Filmstrip+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZhLR5tpmI/AAAAAAAABfw/MpDVKVsp_aE/s400/J%26S+Filmstrip+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072053588338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's amazing how much fun a kid's museum can be without the, um, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6539330185158427732?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6539330185158427732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6539330185158427732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6539330185158427732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6539330185158427732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-museum.html' title='Night at the Museum'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SkZbPN8idxI/AAAAAAAABfI/pZaxEeXQrWQ/s72-c/DSC_1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2397580701509589793</id><published>2009-06-24T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:27:10.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe He Was Right</title><content type='html'>A follow-up to &lt;a href="http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/ezra-can-read-or-can-ezra-read.html"&gt;the post&lt;/a&gt; last month in which Ezra told me that he can read but has kept it a secret because he doesn't like to do it out loud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called out with gusto "That sign says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;" as we passed a Dunkin Donuts billboard the other day.  A lot you know, Mr. Three-Year-Old Know-It-All; the sign says, um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iced coffee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2397580701509589793?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2397580701509589793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2397580701509589793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2397580701509589793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2397580701509589793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-he-was-right.html' title='Maybe He Was Right'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8304828022010319214</id><published>2009-06-14T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:32:10.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Preschool</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, Caleb finished his preschool career, and has the certificate to prove it!  The school had a sweet little graduation ceremony where the teacher called each child up for a hug, a certificate, and a cupcake.  Caleb dressed himself that morning in order to be fancy for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWxmN2LnxI/AAAAAAAABl0/ggqSzICmwcY/s1600-h/DSC_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWxmN2LnxI/AAAAAAAABl0/ggqSzICmwcY/s400/DSC_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375402682392338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this makes him technically a Kindergartner now.  He already talks about his preschool as either "his old school" or "Ezra's school."  I am just trying to enjoy how much he is enjoying every new step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Caleb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8304828022010319214?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8304828022010319214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8304828022010319214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8304828022010319214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8304828022010319214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye-preschool.html' title='Good-Bye Preschool'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWxmN2LnxI/AAAAAAAABl0/ggqSzICmwcY/s72-c/DSC_0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1323377429363775248</id><published>2009-06-14T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:25:51.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Underpants Party</title><content type='html'>The other day while the younger boys were sleeping, Caleb asked me for some string and how to spell "dear."  I had no idea what he was doing, and left him alone while I folded laundry and paid some bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWr1AG8DMI/AAAAAAAABk8/MbDcVUXuwEc/s1600-h/CKP+invite+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWr1AG8DMI/AAAAAAAABk8/MbDcVUXuwEc/s400/CKP+invite+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369059622849730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Ezra came down from nap, he was greeted by the above invitation.  He was thrilled to be invited to a party, especially since the invitation was from his older brother who he adores and looks up to.  He didn't really know what to expect, and neither did I, but we were more and more curious as we watched the party prep commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we found Caleb in the kitchen doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWuk8x-QzI/AAAAAAAABlE/z_CdXOXWp1U/s1600-h/DSC_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWuk8x-QzI/AAAAAAAABlE/z_CdXOXWp1U/s400/DSC_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372082386584370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a close-up to see what exactly he is doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulH_FcWI/AAAAAAAABlM/jSaZ5kE1dD0/s1600-h/DSC_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulH_FcWI/AAAAAAAABlM/jSaZ5kE1dD0/s400/DSC_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372085394370914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he had all the underpants on the string as he wanted, he held it up like a big fish he has just caught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulf19v7I/AAAAAAAABlU/lP2stqEYWUg/s1600-h/DSC_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulf19v7I/AAAAAAAABlU/lP2stqEYWUg/s400/DSC_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372091798568882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we all went up to the big boys' room, where the party was being held:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWuln13f0I/AAAAAAAABlc/VSHSz3-Vz_U/s1600-h/DSC_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWuln13f0I/AAAAAAAABlc/VSHSz3-Vz_U/s400/DSC_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372093945642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an underpants party!  Complete with underpants streamers hanging between the bed and the dresser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWvFANHlNI/AAAAAAAABls/0PdM6sZYOFA/s1600-h/DSC_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWvFANHlNI/AAAAAAAABls/0PdM6sZYOFA/s400/DSC_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372633061561554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb was so proud of his party idea and execution.  I threw in some mint chocolate chip milkshakes (because what is a party without food?) and we then sat in the underpants-decorated room, simply enjoying the silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah wasn't formally invited, but since he enjoyed it so much, Caleb didn't have the heart to turn him away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulwCMwrI/AAAAAAAABlk/pr_LtRl2Pn0/s1600-h/DSC_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWulwCMwrI/AAAAAAAABlk/pr_LtRl2Pn0/s400/DSC_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372096144851634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Caleb some string, and you never know what you are going to get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1323377429363775248?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1323377429363775248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1323377429363775248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1323377429363775248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1323377429363775248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/underpants-party.html' title='Underpants Party'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SjWr1AG8DMI/AAAAAAAABk8/MbDcVUXuwEc/s72-c/CKP+invite+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5844518212053449246</id><published>2009-06-09T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:12:34.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Band</title><content type='html'>Nine years ago (almost to the day), Joshua and I had just gotten engaged when we traveled to East Tennessee to attend the wedding of our friends Alie and Rob.  They are incredible musicians, both of them, and they come from large families of equally amazing musicians.  There was a full orchestra at the ceremony, plus a serenade by the groomsmen, all around the pond at the family farm.  Then at the reception, you couldn't turn around without running into a group of people singing or playing a guitar.  The night fell with a huge group of musicians jamming around the campfire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I left that wedding determined to have a musical family.  We knew this was going to take a bit of work, since neither of us have a single ounce of musical ability.  But we really like music and we listen to it a lot, so we figured we had a bit of a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, Alie and Rob moved down to our neck of the woods a few years ago, and we are hoping the boys are picking up some musical knowledge from them.  Caleb, Ezra and Judah all have the desire and love of music that I would guess anyone needs to start out.  And when they are joined by their cousins, they are an amazing act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah "Woody" Seth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOxIyY6I/AAAAAAAABks/miH0S9jN7ng/s1600-h/DSC_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOxIyY6I/AAAAAAAABks/miH0S9jN7ng/s400/DSC_0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345389281839047586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duo Caleb and Maddie (with a tinkertoy mic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOuq1T2I/AAAAAAAABkk/tczvjFtLiYk/s1600-h/DSC_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOuq1T2I/AAAAAAAABkk/tczvjFtLiYk/s400/DSC_0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345389281176538978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOUYC7NI/AAAAAAAABkc/jlGOLM9Pt9g/s1600-h/DSC_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOUYC7NI/AAAAAAAABkc/jlGOLM9Pt9g/s400/DSC_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345389274118417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon pretending to play - it soothes Judah, despite the sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jPO2aPRI/AAAAAAAABk0/My4qDqRBwYM/s1600-h/DSC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jPO2aPRI/AAAAAAAABk0/My4qDqRBwYM/s400/DSC_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345389289815031058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5844518212053449246?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5844518212053449246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5844518212053449246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5844518212053449246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5844518212053449246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/band.html' title='The Band'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Si6jOxIyY6I/AAAAAAAABks/miH0S9jN7ng/s72-c/DSC_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1716381475068489551</id><published>2009-06-05T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:19:33.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Motto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night at dinner, a burping, farting, bare-feet-on-the-table, belly-laughing boy-fest, I looked over at Sharon shaking her head in regret, and I realized...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Kolling-Perins: 80% Man, 20% Manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1716381475068489551?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1716381475068489551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1716381475068489551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1716381475068489551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1716381475068489551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-family-motto.html' title='Our Family Motto!'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5468495791114684867</id><published>2009-06-01T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:43:29.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty, Yet Adorable, Ezra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SiPpB_Fyq4I/AAAAAAAABkU/mRDU3ndAnaY/s1600-h/DSC_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SiPpB_Fyq4I/AAAAAAAABkU/mRDU3ndAnaY/s400/DSC_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342369803316407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5468495791114684867?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5468495791114684867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5468495791114684867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5468495791114684867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5468495791114684867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweaty-yet-adorable-ezra.html' title='Sweaty, Yet Adorable, Ezra'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SiPpB_Fyq4I/AAAAAAAABkU/mRDU3ndAnaY/s72-c/DSC_0927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6102965690426474685</id><published>2009-05-21T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:53:45.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezra Can Read!; or, Can Ezra Read?</title><content type='html'>"I've been teaching myself how to read, but you haven't heard it yet because I don't like to do it out loud."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6102965690426474685?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6102965690426474685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6102965690426474685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6102965690426474685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6102965690426474685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/ezra-can-read-or-can-ezra-read.html' title='Ezra Can Read!; or, Can Ezra Read?'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6379547373305697207</id><published>2009-05-19T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:30:55.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feather World</title><content type='html'>Aunt Julie, Amelia, and Leah came to visit, and what better way to welcome them than to dump feathers all over the bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  Ezra thought it would be (and was) great fun to shake all of the feathers from a pillow my Grandmother made for me way back in the Seventies all over his room.  It was shocking to see how much you can cover with a really small pillow-full of feathers.  Even after I yelled at him to stop, Ezra continued to shake them all over the room because, as he told Aunt Julie, "It is just so much fun and makes Amelia laugh."  Amelia was smart and got out of the room fast while Aunt Julie helped Ezra clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think I let my frustration stop me from taking a few pictures did you?  Here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO1m7q2cI/AAAAAAAABj8/fO3ZZbCJTns/s1600-h/DSC_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO1m7q2cI/AAAAAAAABj8/fO3ZZbCJTns/s400/DSC_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696666255022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO1toU6AI/AAAAAAAABkE/gsuWurCaPV4/s1600-h/DSC_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO1toU6AI/AAAAAAAABkE/gsuWurCaPV4/s400/DSC_0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696668052940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO14ILqqI/AAAAAAAABkM/1S5Dh_6pN0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO14ILqqI/AAAAAAAABkM/1S5Dh_6pN0Q/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696670870907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6379547373305697207?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6379547373305697207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6379547373305697207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6379547373305697207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6379547373305697207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/feather-world.html' title='Feather World'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShNO1m7q2cI/AAAAAAAABj8/fO3ZZbCJTns/s72-c/DSC_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6846632397370114525</id><published>2009-05-18T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:11:12.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Finally Likes Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShH4H5HSbII/AAAAAAAABj0/GDpQsvrSsVw/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShH4H5HSbII/AAAAAAAABj0/GDpQsvrSsVw/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337319847884909698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a family of readers, and so we were starting to get a bit worried that Judah at 16 months still had absolutely no interest in books.  Then one day, he wanted to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's That Duck?&lt;/span&gt;  Now we look for that duck on average 78 times a day, eagerly giving in every time Judah says, "Gen!"  (again).  He is also making forays into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?&lt;/span&gt; (apparently he likes questions), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Snowy Day&lt;/span&gt;.  Making it even more fun is that Caleb reads to Judah about half the time.  Hopefully we will get that on video soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6846632397370114525?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6846632397370114525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6846632397370114525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6846632397370114525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6846632397370114525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-finally-likes-books.html' title='He Finally Likes Books!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShH4H5HSbII/AAAAAAAABj0/GDpQsvrSsVw/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1965221498265612103</id><published>2009-05-18T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:44:13.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marker Eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGyDAUWHGI/AAAAAAAABjs/ottP6fgGWGg/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGyDAUWHGI/AAAAAAAABjs/ottP6fgGWGg/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337242798105435234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1965221498265612103?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1965221498265612103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1965221498265612103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1965221498265612103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1965221498265612103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/marker-eater.html' title='The Marker Eater'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGyDAUWHGI/AAAAAAAABjs/ottP6fgGWGg/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8344740993710045471</id><published>2009-05-18T14:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:02:28.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Giant Ball of Fun</title><content type='html'>Aunt Julie gave the boys a big giant blow-up ball sprinkler early last summer.  Unfortunately, before they got a chance to use it, most of North Carolina fell into a pretty severe drought.  By the time the drought was gone, it was too cold to play with the sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the weather is warming up, the drought is over, and the boys have been dreaming of this sprinkler for over a year now.  It is everything they thought it would be.  They had a few friends over, and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGto49ee_I/AAAAAAAABjU/-BAn6tWBZKQ/s1600-h/DSC_9533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGto49ee_I/AAAAAAAABjU/-BAn6tWBZKQ/s400/DSC_9533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337237951407356914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGtpDCK6KI/AAAAAAAABjc/FSg1asPVS1U/s1600-h/DSC_9535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGtpDCK6KI/AAAAAAAABjc/FSg1asPVS1U/s400/DSC_9535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337237954111400098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGtpSNzQ0I/AAAAAAAABjk/3eACoYmSUh8/s1600-h/DSC_9548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGtpSNzQ0I/AAAAAAAABjk/3eACoYmSUh8/s400/DSC_9548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337237958186713922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8344740993710045471?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8344740993710045471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8344740993710045471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8344740993710045471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8344740993710045471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-giant-ball-of-fun.html' title='Big Giant Ball of Fun'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGto49ee_I/AAAAAAAABjU/-BAn6tWBZKQ/s72-c/DSC_9533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6468570318970972902</id><published>2009-05-18T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:08:10.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Whisperer</title><content type='html'>Some people have a way with dogs, others with horses, and still others with babies.  But until you have seen Judah at a farm, you have never seen anyone so good with chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Spence's Farm during the annual Piedmont Farm Tour.  I assumed the boys would all really enjoy seeing the big horses, and donkeys, but we actually spent most of the time in the chicken yard.  Caleb and Ezra thought they were interesting, but didn't want to go anywhere near the chickens.  Judah followed the chickens around trying to get a feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGihq4yjWI/AAAAAAAABis/udUS59qFMOg/s1600-h/DSC_9489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGihq4yjWI/AAAAAAAABis/udUS59qFMOg/s400/DSC_9489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225732742614370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the farm workers picked one up for Judah to feel, since they were all a little too fast for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiiPRU3DI/AAAAAAAABi8/KaTOukGlccE/s1600-h/DSC_9509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiiPRU3DI/AAAAAAAABi8/KaTOukGlccE/s400/DSC_9509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225742509202482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah loved her beak, her feathers, and her eyes.  Ezra wasn't so sure we should be letting Judah get so close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGih2-EFwI/AAAAAAAABi0/7kQD6Tsj8GM/s1600-h/DSC_9518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGih2-EFwI/AAAAAAAABi0/7kQD6Tsj8GM/s400/DSC_9518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225735985960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a look inside the hen house, but Judah wanted to stay a little longer.  He tried really hard to follow one of the hens back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiiuwoGHI/AAAAAAAABjM/WVX2agRcjAE/s1600-h/DSC_9506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiiuwoGHI/AAAAAAAABjM/WVX2agRcjAE/s400/DSC_9506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225750961985650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiicFZGwI/AAAAAAAABjE/wyz2Y0ZTI7A/s1600-h/DSC_9505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGiicFZGwI/AAAAAAAABjE/wyz2Y0ZTI7A/s400/DSC_9505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225745948809986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Judah, we will go back again next year, and you can spend more time with the chickens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6468570318970972902?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6468570318970972902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6468570318970972902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6468570318970972902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6468570318970972902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-whisperer.html' title='The Chicken Whisperer'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShGihq4yjWI/AAAAAAAABis/udUS59qFMOg/s72-c/DSC_9489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6269198019821670180</id><published>2009-05-17T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:45:23.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Sow</title><content type='html'>This post is a bit belated, and the zinnias and sunflowers are now several inches high, but I didn't want to ignore this wonderful spring ritual.  Caleb and Ezra each picked out their own seeds, planted them, fertilized them with Daddy's rich compost, and watered them.  We check them regularly, and will be showing more pictures as they grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShFNV1hEkUI/AAAAAAAABik/LxPeHaiQt1U/s1600-h/DSC_9405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShFNV1hEkUI/AAAAAAAABik/LxPeHaiQt1U/s400/DSC_9405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337132070949130562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome, Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6269198019821670180?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6269198019821670180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6269198019821670180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6269198019821670180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6269198019821670180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-sow.html' title='A Time to Sow'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ShFNV1hEkUI/AAAAAAAABik/LxPeHaiQt1U/s72-c/DSC_9405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1695603201806957128</id><published>2009-05-12T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:07:29.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Human Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last night at the beach, the kids were all pretty wound up.  We had spent a good long while taking hundreds of family photos, with the adults being as silly as possible to keep the kids laughing.  It is no wonder that no one wanted to put their pj's on and get going to bed.  Since I am not above bribery, it was easy to decide that we would give the kids something they wanted in exchange for getting to bed.  They had already had dessert and we were already on vacation, so what do you use as bribery?  It was time to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, it came out that Eric has lots of amazing tricks up his sleeve, and voila, we had our bribe.  I have never seen the kids scurry so fast to put on pj's and brush teeth.  They were back upstairs in the blink of an eye waiting for Eric to show off his amazing tricks.  The camera didn't catch the beginning of his high jumping and kicking performance, but I didn't grab his last amazing jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFxUzDsKI/AAAAAAAABhs/PLPScRcKMmY/s1600-h/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFxUzDsKI/AAAAAAAABhs/PLPScRcKMmY/s400/DSC_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012684784185506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, Caleb, Ezra and Ella got into the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyaN9MII/AAAAAAAABiE/N0gGBNoOlmI/s1600-h/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyaN9MII/AAAAAAAABiE/N0gGBNoOlmI/s400/DSC_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012703419052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyohjvlI/AAAAAAAABiM/gfPWqd2cruY/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyohjvlI/AAAAAAAABiM/gfPWqd2cruY/s400/DSC_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012707259366994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyMAENQI/AAAAAAAABh8/6vxjqOu9p8I/s1600-h/DSC_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFyMAENQI/AAAAAAAABh8/6vxjqOu9p8I/s400/DSC_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012699602695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFx3QVCVI/AAAAAAAABh0/zHlvwAfTR-k/s1600-h/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFx3QVCVI/AAAAAAAABh0/zHlvwAfTR-k/s400/DSC_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012694033762642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnGu6WZfQI/AAAAAAAABiU/uG4JpYcnd8k/s1600-h/DSC_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnGu6WZfQI/AAAAAAAABiU/uG4JpYcnd8k/s400/DSC_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335013742836546818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a group we have going!  I think Eric and the kids should take this show on the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1695603201806957128?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1695603201806957128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1695603201806957128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1695603201806957128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1695603201806957128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-human-tricks.html' title='Silly Human Tricks'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgnFxUzDsKI/AAAAAAAABhs/PLPScRcKMmY/s72-c/DSC_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1011552313437468913</id><published>2009-05-10T21:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:49:07.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Beach trip 2009:  The first of many!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We traveled to Topsail Island, NC, with Kelly, Zachary, Ella, Moses, Anna, and Eric for four days of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's our house, a big, rambling place in a quiet neighorhood, right on the beach:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDZt0wPdI/AAAAAAAABdc/JbC1kki_mWs/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334376761464470994" /&gt;That walkway you see Ezra on?  It leads directly down to where the action is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDZ6BhBjI/AAAAAAAABdk/fNdhO_UfiWc/s400/DSC_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334376764739225138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of time playing by the ocean:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHka5PPAI/AAAAAAAABeU/A2jyMsBstmM/s400/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381343408077826" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeEcGD1oGI/AAAAAAAABds/rexVXc8DchY/s400/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334377901841555554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeFwDTVJtI/AAAAAAAABeE/ZEXcd_xna04/s400/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334379344210241234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeFwaucdXI/AAAAAAAABeM/X0i0IbEuLyA/s400/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334379350497981810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDZUgAmtI/AAAAAAAABdU/t9GHCqPYShg/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334376754666576594" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDY--dt-I/AAAAAAAABdE/EbNTPRhomcU/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334376748888733666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDZEdeNcI/AAAAAAAABdM/R2JdYFyZuKg/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334376750360966594" /&gt;Brave Caleb even let Zachary show him how to boogie-board.  Too bad that wave came along when it did!--but our hero got right back up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHkq28HfI/AAAAAAAABec/1rZms2fFWew/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381347693403634" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHkrviEVI/AAAAAAAABek/JCX3KNSaLME/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381347930771794" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHlJzjd8I/AAAAAAAABes/NSJnledQwrw/s400/DSC_0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381356000704450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(An aside:  It was this experience that prompted Caleb to coin the phrase "nose water," a brilliantly precise definition of what he had just experienced.  This happens with kids, who have the tools of language but not the baggage of what we do and don't say:  Caleb utters "nose water," and we wonder why we've never said it that way before.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great time--and we can't wait to do it again next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHlQW6gPI/AAAAAAAABe0/MRn1B0MPHeY/s1600-h/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeHlQW6gPI/AAAAAAAABe0/MRn1B0MPHeY/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381357759627506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1011552313437468913?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1011552313437468913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1011552313437468913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1011552313437468913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1011552313437468913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-trip-2009.html' title='Beach Trip 2009'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SgeDZt0wPdI/AAAAAAAABdc/JbC1kki_mWs/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-318214777237025276</id><published>2009-05-05T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:50:49.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeline's First Communion</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was very busy, filled with all sorts of fun things.  That best part was that we got to spend time with lots of different people we care about.  Sunday was cousin Madeline's First Communion, which Caleb and I attended.  We got to see Aunt Kathy and cousins Julia and Lilly.  Caleb was one of only two "men" there since Uncle Mike is in Singapore, and Caleb bonded with Madeline, Amelia and Leah's Grandpa Tom, but also enjoyed being with all the girls.  I loved spending time with my sisters and being able to celebrate Madeline's special day with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgCJqeEXiKI/AAAAAAAABhk/4LPi_WUnFzE/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgCJqeEXiKI/AAAAAAAABhk/4LPi_WUnFzE/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332413321525561506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pictures over at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/sets/72157617742051672/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-318214777237025276?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/318214777237025276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=318214777237025276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/318214777237025276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/318214777237025276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/05/madelines-first-communion.html' title='Madeline&apos;s First Communion'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SgCJqeEXiKI/AAAAAAAABhk/4LPi_WUnFzE/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7702906770474167728</id><published>2009-04-28T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:35:18.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beet It</title><content type='html'>Tonight's dinner of beet, lentil, and goat cheese salad with fennel vinaigrette earned a "No thank you, it's not to my taste" from Ezra, but young Judah went to &lt;em&gt;town&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SfeujRNL3bI/AAAAAAAABc8/sD9x5CRkMmg/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329920604953632178" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7702906770474167728?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7702906770474167728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7702906770474167728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7702906770474167728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7702906770474167728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/beet-it.html' title='Beet It'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SfeujRNL3bI/AAAAAAAABc8/sD9x5CRkMmg/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4651055295070066631</id><published>2009-04-27T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:12:12.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinegar Pits Word Cloud</title><content type='html'>Make of this what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SfJVmIVSmAI/AAAAAAAABg8/qK0IbPjSF0w/s400/DSC_9386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415422692890626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2896511137391633950?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2896511137391633950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2896511137391633950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2896511137391633950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2896511137391633950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/caleb-teaching-judah-finer-points-of.html' title='Caleb Teaching Judah the Finer Points of Teeth-Brushing'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SfJVmIVSmAI/AAAAAAAABg8/qK0IbPjSF0w/s72-c/DSC_9386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1555680492570080645</id><published>2009-04-19T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:56:52.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're In Good Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know how much  watching your oldest grandchild sing the Four Questions for the first time this Passover would have made you &lt;em&gt;kvell&lt;/em&gt;.  (Not bad, right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me:  We're all going to keep doing you proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4185497&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1555680492570080645?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1555680492570080645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1555680492570080645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1555680492570080645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1555680492570080645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-in-good-hands.html' title='We&apos;re In Good Hands'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5924490465197975018</id><published>2009-04-17T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:49:06.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Face</title><content type='html'>Whether gardening or eating dinner, Judah always manages to get his face as dirty as possible.  And it makes him so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little hard to see unless you enlarge the photo, but Judah smeared dirt all over his face while we dug up the herb garden to prepare it for planting.  He tried eating dirt, a snail, and even a really long worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sek-_d3nXcI/AAAAAAAABgs/VEtfjWO8dgg/s1600-h/DSC_9297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sek-_d3nXcI/AAAAAAAABgs/VEtfjWO8dgg/s400/DSC_9297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325857294412897730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, thanks for the delicious meal.  Judah clearly enjoyed it, and some of it even ended up in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sek-_RD-E8I/AAAAAAAABg0/0h82Qnl9MHI/s1600-h/DSC_9322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sek-_RD-E8I/AAAAAAAABg0/0h82Qnl9MHI/s400/DSC_9322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325857290975056834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5924490465197975018?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5924490465197975018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5924490465197975018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5924490465197975018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5924490465197975018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/messy-face.html' title='Messy Face'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sek-_d3nXcI/AAAAAAAABgs/VEtfjWO8dgg/s72-c/DSC_9297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5272316629556465496</id><published>2009-04-08T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:25:10.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Caleb and Ezra's preschool is on Spring Break this week, so we took the opportunity to take a trip to Grandma and Grandpa's.  Joshua had a business trip to NYC, so I packed up the car with tons of snacks and toys, uploaded many many books on tape to my iPod, and the boys and I hit the road.  The driving was easy, the audio books kept everyone entertained, and the boys were the best travelers ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were so excited to see their cousins, aunts and, of course, Grandma and Grandpa.  Ezra was so sad when it was time to leave that he asked Grandma to come back with us - she could even choose if she wanted to sit in the front seat or the middle seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxTmSfaTI/AAAAAAAABgg/P8SOfEDSWYY/s1600-h/DSC_9181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxTmSfaTI/AAAAAAAABgg/P8SOfEDSWYY/s400/DSC_9181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323809898817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSx1BNYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZRqhe3uG9hI/s1600-h/DSC_9187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSx1BNYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZRqhe3uG9hI/s400/DSC_9187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323795816560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the trip was a visit to the Oak Ridge Children's Museum.  The weird thing is that though this museum was open my entire childhood, I don't remember it a bit.   We almost had to scrap the whole adventure when none of the boys were willing to walk past the giant taxidermy polar bear at the entrance, but once past that obstacle, they liked every room better than the last.  Judah immediately started dressing up in the Appalachian room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSEQTnlI/AAAAAAAABgA/wJMOaMSAl5w/s1600-h/DSC_9157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSEQTnlI/AAAAAAAABgA/wJMOaMSAl5w/s400/DSC_9157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323783582981714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Ezra took control of the castle and rocket ship, blasting off to space, climbing through the dungeon, and scaling the walls of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSkAh78I/AAAAAAAABgI/xz6wTrfrm5s/s1600-h/DSC_9159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxSkAh78I/AAAAAAAABgI/xz6wTrfrm5s/s400/DSC_9159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323792106745794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all enjoyed the child-sized house too, though I had a hard time getting Judah out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxTQ2LjNI/AAAAAAAABgY/b8HXZ2B_QhU/s1600-h/DSC_9172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxTQ2LjNI/AAAAAAAABgY/b8HXZ2B_QhU/s400/DSC_9172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323804142931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was a little less perfect than the rest of the trip, though the boys were just as amazing.  My attempt to get out before the roads froze meant that I drove through a bit of a snowstorm in the mountains (I tried to get a picture without driving off the road, but quickly decided to abort the effort).  We made it back safely, and the boys were more than happy to watch the snow swirly around the car, so all's well that ends well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are off to have new adventures for the rest of our spring break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5272316629556465496?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5272316629556465496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5272316629556465496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5272316629556465496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5272316629556465496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdyxTmSfaTI/AAAAAAAABgg/P8SOfEDSWYY/s72-c/DSC_9181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5626766606106200877</id><published>2009-04-01T20:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:40:32.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Judah, 15 months:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdQHdYT19SI/AAAAAAAABbg/Xe-rZSPoXX4/s400/DSC_8905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319885261154678050" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ezra, 12 months:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdQI6Vo4UxI/AAAAAAAABbo/43Hz-F-eEDg/s400/DSC_0049-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886858165441298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pictures of Ezra and the balloon &lt;a href="http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-name-is-ezra-i-like-to-eat-balloons_30.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5626766606106200877?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5626766606106200877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5626766606106200877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5626766606106200877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5626766606106200877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/04/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdQHdYT19SI/AAAAAAAABbg/Xe-rZSPoXX4/s72-c/DSC_8905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2122702730925930088</id><published>2009-03-31T23:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:13:38.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Still Moment</title><content type='html'>Here's some hilarious documentation of--don't blink, or you'll miss it!--a short still moment from our ever-busy little Judah-Bug.  The boy likes to move; the majority of his play consists of picking something up and carrying it around the house, smiling.&lt;p&gt;Which makes it funny that we were able to catch him briefly sitting down contentedly with Sharon the other day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdLa5KndAlI/AAAAAAAABbA/NonyMXXXwt4/s400/DSC_8892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319554785515209298" /&gt;In no time, of course, he began to explore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdLa5uQBzCI/AAAAAAAABbI/oyneiL83lO4/s400/DSC_8893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319554795080633378" /&gt;And explore some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdLa57y59WI/AAAAAAAABbQ/wRLTkZDvXjY/s400/DSC_8895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319554798716581218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty soon, he was all the way off the couch, scalp-deep in the salad spinner, taking another tour of the downstairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdLa5xeehSI/AAAAAAAABbY/qxyfqtY7nhY/s400/DSC_8905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319554795946542370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2122702730925930088?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2122702730925930088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2122702730925930088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2122702730925930088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2122702730925930088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-still-moment.html' title='Never a Still Moment'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SdLa5KndAlI/AAAAAAAABbA/NonyMXXXwt4/s72-c/DSC_8892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1197256589988189469</id><published>2009-03-29T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:02:14.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out on a Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdAn7SQMCOI/AAAAAAAABf4/7rm4EtNPeAo/s1600-h/DSC_8983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdAn7SQMCOI/AAAAAAAABf4/7rm4EtNPeAo/s400/DSC_8983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795059390056674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1197256589988189469?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1197256589988189469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1197256589988189469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1197256589988189469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1197256589988189469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/hanging-out-on-lazy-sunday.html' title='Hanging Out on a Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SdAn7SQMCOI/AAAAAAAABf4/7rm4EtNPeAo/s72-c/DSC_8983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5389204820624133442</id><published>2009-03-27T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:58:40.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Question, Please</title><content type='html'>Ezra:  How do our eyes see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb:  How do we dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5389204820624133442?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5389204820624133442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5389204820624133442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5389204820624133442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5389204820624133442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-question-please.html' title='Next Question, Please'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8058121726100526681</id><published>2009-03-24T19:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:06:11.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Being Boys</title><content type='html'>Baking bread with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0yBfm6bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/s_O5TMc3G6w/s1600-h/DSC_8887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0yBfm6bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/s_O5TMc3G6w/s400/DSC_8887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909237830871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with their best buds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0z2xcI0I/AAAAAAAABfw/5in8zw3-AYU/s1600-h/DSC_8924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0z2xcI0I/AAAAAAAABfw/5in8zw3-AYU/s400/DSC_8924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909269312611138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing "in the bagel" (that's what they call it, don't ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0yxdf3jI/AAAAAAAABfg/wa2QBRgnLeo/s1600-h/DSC_8918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0yxdf3jI/AAAAAAAABfg/wa2QBRgnLeo/s400/DSC_8918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909250706923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching basketball with Uncle Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0ymH5DkI/AAAAAAAABfY/0Huxom29Xpc/s1600-h/DSC_8908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0ymH5DkI/AAAAAAAABfY/0Huxom29Xpc/s400/DSC_8908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909247663509058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into everything with their friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0zA2ZUmI/AAAAAAAABfo/aT9fMsOOVqg/s1600-h/DSC_8921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0zA2ZUmI/AAAAAAAABfo/aT9fMsOOVqg/s400/DSC_8921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909254837883490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8058121726100526681?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8058121726100526681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8058121726100526681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8058121726100526681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8058121726100526681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-being-boys.html' title='Boys Being Boys'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Scl0yBfm6bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/s_O5TMc3G6w/s72-c/DSC_8887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-9205285619424111469</id><published>2009-03-24T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:44:13.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Ezra:  "Mommy, does 'Whatever' mean I can have some?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-9205285619424111469?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/9205285619424111469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=9205285619424111469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9205285619424111469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9205285619424111469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6045102449393860784</id><published>2009-03-21T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:25:19.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Winter</title><content type='html'>I love living in North Carolina for several reasons, but two that are at the top of my list right now are 1) we live super close to my sister and Joshua's brother meaning our kids are growing up with their cousins, and 2) the weather is always pretty bearable, and even winter is often pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, the last day of winter, we had a perfect North Carolina day (see previous post), complete with a tasty picnic (thank you Aunt Kelly) at Duke Gardens and lots of exploring with cousins Ella and Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids explored the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgKhFGjZI/AAAAAAAABeo/pquWdRm1PtU/s1600-h/DSC_8790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgKhFGjZI/AAAAAAAABeo/pquWdRm1PtU/s400/DSC_8790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690300231290258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little kids explored the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgLa05A9I/AAAAAAAABew/AK6fz_c32_E/s1600-h/DSC_8812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgLa05A9I/AAAAAAAABew/AK6fz_c32_E/s400/DSC_8812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690315732550610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids hiked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMPPzGmI/AAAAAAAABe4/qf3mhuj6HS4/s1600-h/DSC_8809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMPPzGmI/AAAAAAAABe4/qf3mhuj6HS4/s400/DSC_8809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690329804053090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Judah took off on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMQ9z69I/AAAAAAAABfA/5gAkc71esmg/s1600-h/DSC_8836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMQ9z69I/AAAAAAAABfA/5gAkc71esmg/s400/DSC_8836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690330265480146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses sat still for the camera a lot, but wouldn't let me catch him smiling.  I will need to use my telephoto next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMl6i-mI/AAAAAAAABfI/m4JLqkPSq-M/s1600-h/DSC_8833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgMl6i-mI/AAAAAAAABfI/m4JLqkPSq-M/s400/DSC_8833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690335888931426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queenofsheba/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6045102449393860784?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6045102449393860784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6045102449393860784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6045102449393860784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6045102449393860784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-of-winter.html' title='Last Day of Winter'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScUgKhFGjZI/AAAAAAAABeo/pquWdRm1PtU/s72-c/DSC_8790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2865252132587780434</id><published>2009-03-19T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:33:13.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a really good day.  The boys and I had a special breakfast together at our local co-op where we were lucky to run into several very good friends.  Everyone (including me) had a long long nap.  We watched a little basketball (go Heels!).  We ran around outside with two of our favorite cousins and had a picnic for dinner (pictures from that tomorrow). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things alone made the boys very very happy.  They didn't need anything else to happen for today to be a GREAT day.  But just when you think things can't get any better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from breakfast, while we were waiting to cross the street, a big truck with a crane and a bucket with the city logo on it pulled up, a man climbed into the bucket part of the truck (I don't know the technical terms), raised the bucket into the air, and spent over 30 minutes fixing a traffic light.  And we sat on the corner the whole time in total, absolute heaven.  I just wish I knew more about how traffic lights work so that I could have answered some of the many questions they asked about what the man was doing.  I practically had to drag them away when it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScMLsFsA4BI/AAAAAAAABeg/uhs3HbsOBJs/s1600-h/DSC_8783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScMLsFsA4BI/AAAAAAAABeg/uhs3HbsOBJs/s400/DSC_8783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315104837296250898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days really do seem perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2865252132587780434?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2865252132587780434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2865252132587780434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2865252132587780434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2865252132587780434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/ScMLsFsA4BI/AAAAAAAABeg/uhs3HbsOBJs/s72-c/DSC_8783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5585703561016782529</id><published>2009-03-12T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:55:24.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through my Child's Eyes</title><content type='html'>If you have an account on Facebook, then you know that there are always new quizzes, lists, or other tests for you to fill out and tell the world about you.  Or if you have kids, you can fill out lists about them.  I find some of the interesting, many of them boring, and some of them downright hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing a friend post her list of questions she asked her child to answer, I decided to ask Caleb a few things about me.  While several of the answers were "I don't know" (how would he know my favorite tv show?  It isn't like I discuss 'The Wire' with my five year old), other answers were pretty funny.  Here they are, with some editorial comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mommy happy? saying 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mommy sad? When I waste time (I guess I need to teach him more about the difference between sad and frustrated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?  Telling me silly jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child? She liked to do legos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do? I think build legos (legos again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around? clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? writing a book (I'll get started on that right away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at? balancing on one foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at? playing the violin (I have never actually tried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job? take care of us (this is when Ezra, who didn't appear to be listening piped in with "wash the dishes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food? butternut squash soup (probably right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom? balancing on her hands (all those years of gymnastic have really paid off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? the man with the yellow hat (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together? build legos (again with the legos - is this about him or me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.How are you and your mom the same? we both suck our thumbs (I don't suck my thumb.  Not anymore.  Not in his lifetime, in fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different? I eat with my hands and she doesn't (it is true - I use a fork much more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How do you know that Daddy loves Mommy? because he is married to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your mom's favorite color? pink (always pink, just because I am a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is mom scared of? rotten milk (I think scared is a bit strong.  I just don't like it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5585703561016782529?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5585703561016782529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5585703561016782529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5585703561016782529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5585703561016782529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-my-childs-eyes.html' title='Through my Child&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4624653815207299295</id><published>2009-03-09T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:26:51.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Week Makes</title><content type='html'>Having spent most of my life not far from here, I know that this time of year in North Carolina the weather swings all over the place.  But even I was amazed by the crazy shift in weather that has occurred over the past week.  I will let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 2, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXO1iGE0KI/AAAAAAAABeY/udwmikNWPYM/s1600-h/DSC_8319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXO1iGE0KI/AAAAAAAABeY/udwmikNWPYM/s400/DSC_8319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311378754634043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXO1V-5UJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/44VHpbcJNvE/s1600-h/DSC_8477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXO1V-5UJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/44VHpbcJNvE/s400/DSC_8477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311378751382704274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4624653815207299295?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4624653815207299295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4624653815207299295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4624653815207299295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4624653815207299295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-difference-week-makes.html' title='What A Difference A Week Makes'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXO1iGE0KI/AAAAAAAABeY/udwmikNWPYM/s72-c/DSC_8319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-1425459102843089206</id><published>2009-03-09T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:17:07.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs</title><content type='html'>A week ago, when Ezra said to me, "Mommy, you have a big bum!"  I tried hard not to be offended.   I mean, he is only three, after all.  It has taken some time, but now I am not taking his big bum comment personally.  You see, he thinks all grown-up have big bums.  As our friend Solomon pointed at, they are what he looks at when surrounded by adults, and they probably do seem pretty big.  What really got me over the hump was this drawing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXMMhsRtpI/AAAAAAAABeI/LOhMMnwHQfs/s1600-h/Ezra+Pig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXMMhsRtpI/AAAAAAAABeI/LOhMMnwHQfs/s400/Ezra+Pig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311375851127944850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a drawing of a pig (in case you couldn't tell).  It has four legs, two ears, two eyes, a tail and a snout.  Naturally, I asked him what the pig was standing on, to which Ezra said, "What?"  I repeated my question, and when he still didn't understand my questions, I rephrased it and said, "Tell me about his big oval here at the bottom."  As a look of comprehension spread over Ezra's face, he smiled and said, "That is the pig's bottom.  It is big because it is a grown-up pig."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-1425459102843089206?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/1425459102843089206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=1425459102843089206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1425459102843089206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/1425459102843089206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/pigs.html' title='Pigs'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SbXMMhsRtpI/AAAAAAAABeI/LOhMMnwHQfs/s72-c/Ezra+Pig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-4194459061722480148</id><published>2009-03-08T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:03:21.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Spring With Ella and Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It may have snowed last Monday, but by this weekend the temperatures were in the high 70s--close to a normal seasonal transition for North Carolina, even though it takes all of April and May to do the same thing in Boston (whence Sharon fled many moons ago).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We welcomed the year's first springy weekend with cousins Ella and Moses this morning at a playground (sort of) (okay, not at all) (thanks for the extra driving, Zachary) between our houses.  We had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We swung...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz70H9ISI/AAAAAAAABaI/1pybioI3WFM/s400/DSC_8462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997332018143522" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz8ZB7H7I/AAAAAAAABaU/M71Ga8hZre0/s1600-h/DSC_8473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz8ZB7H7I/AAAAAAAABaU/M71Ga8hZre0/s400/DSC_8473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997341924958130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7o7o_II/AAAAAAAABaA/oyCfkWsFO04/s1600-h/DSC_8500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7o7o_II/AAAAAAAABaA/oyCfkWsFO04/s400/DSC_8500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997329013701762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7YXFSpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NJVIUrpNqME/s1600-h/DSC_8499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7YXFSpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NJVIUrpNqME/s400/DSC_8499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997324565400210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7FUtQDI/AAAAAAAABZw/UC4yGYKo2g4/s1600-h/DSC_8511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz7FUtQDI/AAAAAAAABZw/UC4yGYKo2g4/s400/DSC_8511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997319455162418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we climbed (adding a cousin at a time, until we got as close as we've been in a long time to getting all five Perin cousins in the same frame)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbR1qdNH4dI/AAAAAAAABag/mBEQCmrQNUA/s400/DSC_8540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999232831283666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbR1q0lOMJI/AAAAAAAABao/CWU44X9qrXU/s400/DSC_8565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999239106375826" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbR1rUuePLI/AAAAAAAABaw/0cpJIs8Doks/s400/DSC_8588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999247735110834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbR1rvVQVmI/AAAAAAAABa4/M-efvqKc3kA/s400/DSC_8598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999254877099618" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-4194459061722480148?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/4194459061722480148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=4194459061722480148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4194459061722480148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/4194459061722480148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcoming-spring-with-ella-and-moses.html' title='Welcoming Spring With Ella and Moses'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Aik0Iu4CKo/SbRz70H9ISI/AAAAAAAABaI/1pybioI3WFM/s72-c/DSC_8462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-9216854612990593677</id><published>2009-03-04T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:18:46.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Judah can't say yes when laying down.&lt;/span&gt;  You see, Judah's "yes" is a non-verbal, full body nod.  His head and his neck just aren't all that involved - it is more about his belly, his shoulders, and the rest of his torso.  So when I change his diapers and say things like, "Should we put your pants back on?" he just sort of lays there, but he gets a grimace on his face.  He wants to say yes, but he can't do it when flat on his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Judah only has two words, really. &lt;/span&gt; Bye-bye, and Ezra.  I love how he says Ezra (every bit as much as I loved hearing Ezra say "Baydat").   The stress is on the ZRA, and it is more like one and a half syllables rather than two.  It isn't really surprising that Ezra is one of his first words, considering how much he hears it - "Ezra, leave Judah alone," "Ezra, give Judah back his toy," "Ezra, don't knock over the baby," "Ezra! Stop!"  Actually, come to think of it, he might just think you start everything you say with "Ezra." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caleb has an uncanny sense of direction.&lt;/span&gt;  He has Joshua's ability to know where he is, and how to get home once he has been somewhere once.  I am still amazed at this skill in Joshua, but utterly flabbergasted when I see it in my five-year-old.  I mean, he can't even drive yet.  Yesterday, we were playing at Caleb's friend Anna's house.  Instead of going back the way I came, I went up the block, took a left, and then another left, in order to come back on the next street over.  Caleb immediately piped up from the back seat that we were going to pass the Nelsons' house.  We have only been to the Nelsons' house once, and have otherwise spent no time in that neighborhood. He even knew which house was theirs (I didn't).  I guess I won't need to get that GPS system after all, as long as I keep Caleb in the car with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ezra has lots of ideas about what he wants to be when he grows up&lt;/span&gt; (completely different from what he wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; to be when he grows up - a nice pirate who doesn't steal things from people). On any given day, Ezra wants to be a pilot, astronaut, airplane builder, fire fighter, or mailman.  He is excited that he is related to so many smart people who can teach him what he needs to know - he is planning on Uncle Mike teaching him how to build airplanes, Uncle Paul teaching him how to fly them, Uncle David teaching him how airports work, and Uncle Jeff teaching him how to play guitar (not for a job, but just for fun, when he is home from work).  Ezra told us that despite all the things these men can teach him, he might still need to go to grad school.  Slow down, and finish preschool first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Judah, on the other hand, is looking like he will be a house cleaner when he grows up. &lt;/span&gt; He is continuing his &lt;a href="http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-too-young-to-start.html"&gt;love affair&lt;/a&gt; with cleaning implements of all kinds - brooms, dust pans, rags, you name it.  At the end of his bath he always wipes down the tub with his wash cloth, and he cleans his tray at the end of every meal with the closest napkin.  The only thing that might stand in his way is his abject terror at a running vacuum.  Maybe he will have to go to grad school with Ezra and learn another trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caleb is really into "being sneaky" these days&lt;/span&gt; (his words).  His favorite way is to do a chore or favor for us without telling us, so we find out ourselves.  Like when we were getting ready for movie night last week, he surreptiously got out the remotes and put them on the table.  Or sometimes he changes the toilet paper roll when it runs out!  Half the time we don't notice that he has done it, but rather than get upset that we aren't recognizing his good deeds, he giggles and laughs, delighted that he pulled one over on us.  Now if he could just sneakily clean the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-9216854612990593677?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/9216854612990593677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=9216854612990593677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9216854612990593677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/9216854612990593677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7553615529573133844</id><published>2009-03-02T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:13:45.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup'a Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Judah is a big fan of coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I make my cup in the morning, he begs to be picked up so that he can push the button on the grinder.  He smiles when he smells the beans.  And when I'm done drinking, he's made a ritual of taking my mug, slurping any last drips clinging to the bottom and inhaling the residual vapor.  (I take my coffee black, by the way, so this isn't about tasting something sweet or milky.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to sharing "real" coffee with him when he's older (like, two).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3424833&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3424833&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7553615529573133844?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7553615529573133844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7553615529573133844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7553615529573133844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7553615529573133844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/03/cupa-jude.html' title='Cup&apos;a Jude'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7128795556100232140</id><published>2009-02-26T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:33:11.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Anything Cuter...</title><content type='html'>than a baby who always walks around with "jazz hands"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sade1R_xmxI/AAAAAAAABd4/xQ0J-7Amsk0/s1600-h/DSC_8175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sade1R_xmxI/AAAAAAAABd4/xQ0J-7Amsk0/s400/DSC_8175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314955336391442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7128795556100232140?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7128795556100232140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7128795556100232140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7128795556100232140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7128795556100232140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-there-anything-cuter.html' title='Is There Anything Cuter...'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sade1R_xmxI/AAAAAAAABd4/xQ0J-7Amsk0/s72-c/DSC_8175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8811340301878608876</id><published>2009-02-26T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:30:35.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezra Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd-dO-0eI/AAAAAAAABdw/A7iwg8HHKhk/s1600-h/DSC_8185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd-dO-0eI/AAAAAAAABdw/A7iwg8HHKhk/s400/DSC_8185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314013460156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd-FQvchI/AAAAAAAABdo/en5T5J5o7do/s1600-h/DSC_8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd-FQvchI/AAAAAAAABdo/en5T5J5o7do/s400/DSC_8180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314007025086994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd95xrZEI/AAAAAAAABdg/0YxuS9vtMTE/s1600-h/DSC_8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd95xrZEI/AAAAAAAABdg/0YxuS9vtMTE/s400/DSC_8178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314003942007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man does this kid make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8811340301878608876?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8811340301878608876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8811340301878608876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8811340301878608876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8811340301878608876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/ezra-unplugged.html' title='Ezra Unplugged'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/Sadd-dO-0eI/AAAAAAAABdw/A7iwg8HHKhk/s72-c/DSC_8185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8555809230646146743</id><published>2009-02-23T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:56:10.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Are Enjoying Right Now</title><content type='html'>1.  Caleb is loving sleeping on the top bunk.  He told me earlier he could spend all day just sitting in his high bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ezra is loving his "Ezra cave" on the bottom bunk.  He feels all snuggly, even without blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Girl scout cookies.  Especially Judah.  He has learned to come running at the sound of the freezer opening and the crinkling of the foil package of the Thin Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Old toys being new again.  We got a new book shelf, moved all the games and puzzles from under the bed to the bookcase, and it is like we have all new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Planning our summer vacation.  We are thinking Boston--trains, buses, duck statues, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Laura, a duck tour, and a stop in New Haven for pizza, natch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Daffodils.  It might be cold, but the crocuses have come and gone, the daffodils are here, and that means Spring is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Pictures of new friends.  We haven't gotten to meet baby Anna or baby Kallan, but we are excited they are here, and we look forward to meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  This &lt;a href="http://thodges3.blogspot.com/2009/02/crappy-situation.html"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you, Jen and Tommy.  I no longer have to wonder what to do on a rainy day, because will will just keep watching this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8555809230646146743?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8555809230646146743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8555809230646146743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8555809230646146743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8555809230646146743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-are-enjoying-right-now.html' title='What We Are Enjoying Right Now'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-7802336212076080982</id><published>2009-02-23T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:01:48.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make You Smile On a Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5nIcveaI/AAAAAAAABdY/LY6qNfYd0sw/s1600-h/DSC_8161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5nIcveaI/AAAAAAAABdY/LY6qNfYd0sw/s400/DSC_8161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306007392929937826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5mxVCY9I/AAAAAAAABdQ/n0EibXfe_BM/s1600-h/DSC_8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5mxVCY9I/AAAAAAAABdQ/n0EibXfe_BM/s400/DSC_8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306007386723607506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5mlxgByI/AAAAAAAABdI/oscIzXW4tfw/s1600-h/DSC_8134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5mlxgByI/AAAAAAAABdI/oscIzXW4tfw/s400/DSC_8134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306007383621764898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5l2ei2jI/AAAAAAAABdA/q2GXU4V4LsM/s1600-h/DSC_8129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5l2ei2jI/AAAAAAAABdA/q2GXU4V4LsM/s400/DSC_8129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306007370925791794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when Caleb and Ezra are at school, and it is too cold to go for a walk (I have gotten wimpy living in the South again, and 36 degrees is too cold), and we have no errands to run, I just follow Judah around with the camera.  He doesn't sit still much, so it is becoming more of a challenge, but I love when I then upload the 200 pictures I have taken to find four that I love.  I see all sides of Judah here, and it makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it makes you smile too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-7802336212076080982?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/7802336212076080982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=7802336212076080982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7802336212076080982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/7802336212076080982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-make-you-smile-on-monday-morning.html' title='To Make You Smile On a Monday Morning'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SaK5nIcveaI/AAAAAAAABdY/LY6qNfYd0sw/s72-c/DSC_8161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2352336214430379599</id><published>2009-02-18T13:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:04:25.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Versus Religion</title><content type='html'>This morning.  Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra:  G-d created the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb:  No he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  Yes, he did.  He created everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:  He created most things, but not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  He did create everything.  He made all the food we are eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:  He made that pear.  But he didn't make everything.  He didn't make cheese.  Farmers make cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  Oh.  [Pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  He still made the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:  No he didn't.  The big bang made the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today, driving home from preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Mommy, did G-d make the big bang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2352336214430379599?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2352336214430379599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2352336214430379599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2352336214430379599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2352336214430379599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-versus-religion.html' title='Science Versus Religion'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8012712011749875780</id><published>2009-02-15T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:14:36.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Product Here</title><content type='html'>Judah woke up this morning with his hair looking like this.  Joshua has been working on these pythons for years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZjZeigN-TI/AAAAAAAABc0/fW9Rd55kL2s/s1600-h/DSC_7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZjZeigN-TI/AAAAAAAABc0/fW9Rd55kL2s/s400/DSC_7933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303227679910000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8012712011749875780?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8012712011749875780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8012712011749875780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8012712011749875780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8012712011749875780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-product-here.html' title='No Product Here'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZjZeigN-TI/AAAAAAAABc0/fW9Rd55kL2s/s72-c/DSC_7933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-5666946995325842305</id><published>2009-02-15T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:34:48.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah's First Reading From the Little Brother's Playbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First, some background:  Ezra &lt;em&gt;owns&lt;/em&gt; Judah.  He's twice as big, and he's physical.  Whether out of affection or out of frustration, many times a day Ezra topples Judah over, knocks him down from a stand, trips him, hugs him too hard... you get the point.  Judah even has a specific cry we reliably recognize even from the other room as the "Get Ezra away from me!" plaint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this morning.  Ezra and Judah are both in the bathroom with me, and they both want to be playing with the same two toys, a rubber bouncy ball and a tower of stacking blocks.  Adding to the problem is that while Ezra plays with the blocks by building them up, Judah's game is knocking them down.  Ezra, playing vigorous defense, starts out by playing with whatever Judah doesn't have.  Back and forth they go, a ritualized square dance next to the bath tub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a spark of recognition in Judah's eyes; he snatches up the ball, toddles over to the blocks, and just stands there with both of his hands in a menacing air hug around the tower--and stares Ezra down.  &lt;em&gt;What are you going to do now, big guy?&lt;/em&gt;  In my memory of the moment, I've somehow added in a single raised eyebrow--the look was that daring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the fact that Ezra responded by snapping off a chunk of tower and popping Judah over the head with it doesn't take anything away from the power of that empowering moment of little-brother liberation.  He may still have some kinks to work out, but the message has been sent: &lt;em&gt; Game on, Big Brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-5666946995325842305?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/5666946995325842305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=5666946995325842305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5666946995325842305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/5666946995325842305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/judahs-first-reading-from-little.html' title='Judah&apos;s First Reading From the Little Brother&apos;s Playbook'/><author><name>Joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-2199113268948263206</id><published>2009-02-12T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:24:02.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling</title><content type='html'>Ezra is going through what might be described as a challenging time right now.  I have heard many people proclaim "forget the terrible twos, the threes are the tough age", and I have to agree. Times seem to get particularly hard the closer you get to three and a half.  Ezra is willful and exuberant, opinionated and full of spitfire.  He is also fiercely loving and hilarious.  He is basically 40 pounds of contradictions.  He drives me crazy, and he makes me laugh, even when I want to tear my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sometimes, he just stares in silent sdwonder and amazement at something he sees, and I just melt.  I can see more the big boy he is becoming, and I realize how much I love every part of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZTZAreIPyI/AAAAAAAABcs/dtBvdKndgcE/s1600-h/DSC_7806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZTZAreIPyI/AAAAAAAABcs/dtBvdKndgcE/s400/DSC_7806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101267014237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-2199113268948263206?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/2199113268948263206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=2199113268948263206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2199113268948263206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/2199113268948263206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-darling.html' title='My Darling'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O88T6-t37kc/SZTZAreIPyI/AAAAAAAABcs/dtBvdKndgcE/s72-c/DSC_7806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-8504585333381504303</id><published>2009-02-06T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:29:52.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah Walks</title><content type='html'>So, Judah was been kind of walking for months now.  Two steps here, three steps there.  But really, it always seemed like he couldn't really be bothered.  He might stand in one place with perfect balance for 20 minutes before squatting down and crawling fast to whatever he wants.  And he's fast.  Walking is going to slow this boy way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it seems like Judah has finally decided that height has its advantages, and we caught him in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you are concerned, his feet aren't broken, his pajamas are just too long for his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="302" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3114541&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3114541&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="302" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-8504585333381504303?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/8504585333381504303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=8504585333381504303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8504585333381504303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/8504585333381504303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/judah-walks.html' title='Judah Walks'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14915220.post-6534860800685097202</id><published>2009-02-06T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:06:05.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overlooked</title><content type='html'>Caleb is our oldest, and therefore has so far done everything first.  It was all so new and exciting--his first word, first step, using the potty, reading, writing.  And he keeps doing new stuff.  The problem is that Ezra keeps doing all these first too, and while we notice the big ones, some of the smaller ones get overlooked.  Which is why I was taken completely by surprise tonight when Ezra said he wanted to count all the ducks in his story tonight and proceeded to count to 47. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did he learn to do that?  And what were we doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14915220-6534860800685097202?l=kolling-perin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/feeds/6534860800685097202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14915220&amp;postID=6534860800685097202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6534860800685097202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14915220/posts/default/6534860800685097202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolling-perin.blogspot.com/2009/02/overlooked.html' title='Overlooked'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
