<?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-3257387285903760372</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:59:54.108-05:00</updated><category term='December 2008'/><category term='&quot;Yule Like Peoria&quot;'/><category term='Chicago February 2009'/><category term='Syrup Festival'/><category term='New Year&apos;s 2008'/><category term='Spring 2009'/><category term='Spring Travels 2008'/><category term='Summer 2007'/><category term='Jackson Quotes'/><category term='Easter 2009'/><category term='November/December 2006'/><category term='rub-a-dub-dub two boys in a tub.'/><category term='Winter Travel'/><category term='Disney World 2007'/><title type='text'>Leslie and Lew's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about the daily life of Brian, Leslie, Jackson, Charles and Henry Lewallen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5623146389705651190</id><published>2011-03-09T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:57:11.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Refocus--Lent</title><content type='html'>I stopped blogging in June when our laptop crashed.  Ugh.  It was so convienent! I have much to update and lots of photos to download...but that will all have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Ash Wednesday and for Lent I have decided to give up my "me time".  Instead, I have outlined specific areas to be cleaned/organized for each of the 40 days.  My goal is to set aside 15 minutes to clean, declutter, organize and toss/donate items that are no longer useful or required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cleaned the basement toys.  Two garbage bags and several hours later...the task was complete.  At least for a few minutes.  I doubt they will miss the tiny lego pieces or decapitated action figures -- but I will definately notice not having to incessantly pick up tiny pieces here and there throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cleaned the basement, I noticed how items seem to metriculate thoughout the house.  "Basement toys" seemed to be everywhere.  In my room, in the bathrooms, in junk drawers and laundry baskets.  Today, these toys found their home...or they found themselves in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cleaning got me to thinking about "stuff".  The "stuff" we acquire and think or believe we cannot part with.  The "stuff" that we think about our "stuff" and the time spent cleaning and organizing our "stuff".  Hopefully, by the end of Lent, we will not have as much "stuff". I will deal not only with the junk we have acquired, by my feelings associated with said stuff/junk.  A physical, spiritual and emotional cleanse so-to-speak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I tackle my closet and the finanical/emotional thoughts that seem to attach to my clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5623146389705651190?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5623146389705651190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-refocus-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5623146389705651190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5623146389705651190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-refocus-lent.html' title='A Time to Refocus--Lent'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2430042158260699552</id><published>2010-06-23T07:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:41:06.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie’s 2nd birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIAy_1xURI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bwcio2CfH0k/s1600-h/DSC_1658%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1658" border="0" alt="DSC_1658" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIAzDs0EgI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y2hXgn3tiYM/DSC_1658_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIAzaAcBlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3wd0B_xRFak/s1600-h/DSC_1656%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1656" border="0" alt="DSC_1656" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIAz4FadKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NM1JCnyDOhY/DSC_1656_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA0IstSaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/PFo69IwWwis/s1600-h/DSC_1664%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1664" border="0" alt="DSC_1664" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA0fd2T5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/6_YB1HPupPM/DSC_1664_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA0zGlP0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/WQlqTIGci8U/s1600-h/DSC_1674%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1674" border="0" alt="DSC_1674" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA1ECmlXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wCYkUcQ7zIw/DSC_1674_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA1TkziHI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ShJwqH9Ihls/s1600-h/DSC_1677%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1677" border="0" alt="DSC_1677" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA14LixyI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rM7LSrnEkmw/DSC_1677_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA2L0IUPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dIV8b1DgOLM/s1600-h/DSC_1680%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1680" border="0" alt="DSC_1680" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA2VV2xCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QZXvMOIp1wo/DSC_1680_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; io&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA2mvHqBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RGgru0BRxS8/s1600-h/DSC_1688%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1688" border="0" alt="DSC_1688" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA278edUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/9uE_JNgwFVw/DSC_1688_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA4LfTn6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/cwUM0NQFsbc/s1600-h/DSC_1690%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1690" border="0" alt="DSC_1690" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIA4Tbo7TI/AAAAAAAAAys/5KXz2DPEFCE/DSC_1690_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2430042158260699552?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2430042158260699552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/charlies-2nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2430042158260699552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2430042158260699552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/charlies-2nd-birthday.html' title='Charlie’s 2nd birthday'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCIAzDs0EgI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y2hXgn3tiYM/s72-c/DSC_1658_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4116873255026175445</id><published>2010-06-23T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:34:09.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherbert “Bert” and 7th Birthday fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson got a kitty for his birthday!&amp;#160; Here are “Bert’s” first pictures. He’s a sweet little kitty with some spunk – he’ll fit right in with all the boys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Jackson also swam in a swim meet on his birthday, and then came home to open a few more gifts.&amp;#160; What a great birthday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_J8NZIwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/up2KOCbIrew/s1600-h/DSC_1755%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1755" border="0" alt="DSC_1755" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_KEOLDYI/AAAAAAAAAws/RvRUXgcQyB4/DSC_1755_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_KlPY-yI/AAAAAAAAAww/pxrP02YTgN0/s1600-h/DSC_1760%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1760" border="0" alt="DSC_1760" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_KysrrFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4oIU-bKXY-s/DSC_1760_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_LebXTKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TkgVcuFnEs0/s1600-h/DSC_1765%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1765" border="0" alt="DSC_1765" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_Lpef79I/AAAAAAAAAw8/v9I6KqAhYvY/DSC_1765_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_L3GiIJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/uKgOSvyoua4/s1600-h/DSC_1766%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1766" border="0" alt="DSC_1766" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_MOUQNnI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Vo7GxVW2JGU/DSC_1766_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_MjfaqhI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Uc7cZbVXxc0/s1600-h/DSC_1786%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1786" border="0" alt="DSC_1786" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_NFqvNAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SzZqOKv7y6A/DSC_1786_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_NTMwE-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/U55WqoN9HgE/s1600-h/DSC_1788%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1788" border="0" alt="DSC_1788" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_Nse4EZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4Y7F5nHHY3M/DSC_1788_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_N80GoUI/AAAAAAAAAxY/eNebqe1VV84/s1600-h/DSC_1791%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1791" border="0" alt="DSC_1791" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_OeEwFfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OYdUS8icqeA/DSC_1791_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_Ou2YzmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/uMVyD9dXwxw/s1600-h/DSC_1794%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1794" border="0" alt="DSC_1794" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_PV_jzVI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iDHy3_V5vVU/DSC_1794_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_Pw7nvrI/AAAAAAAAAxo/GZpPfeLojsI/s1600-h/DSC_1800%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1800" border="0" alt="DSC_1800" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_QUXB1oI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Qn3vivIvAWQ/DSC_1800_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4116873255026175445?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4116873255026175445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/sherbert-bert-and-7th-birthday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4116873255026175445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4116873255026175445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/sherbert-bert-and-7th-birthday-fun.html' title='Sherbert “Bert” and 7th Birthday fun'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH_KEOLDYI/AAAAAAAAAws/RvRUXgcQyB4/s72-c/DSC_1755_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6735508574903155102</id><published>2010-06-23T07:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:23:25.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson’s 7th Birthday – Cowboy Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We survived Jackson’s 7th birthday party!&amp;#160; 23 kids helped us celebrate cowboy style with piñata, bandanas, western boot cake, badges and fun.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a hot steamy day peppered with thunderstorms.&amp;#160; Luckily, the skies cleared enough for us to enjoy games and food outside before moving indoors to open gifts and watch a movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8j9m66GI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/hwR-S7G2iG8/s1600-h/DSC_1702%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1702" border="0" alt="DSC_1702" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8ld-NXmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/q9FiUvARQuk/DSC_1702_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8m0PlteI/AAAAAAAAAvY/FvfpsrtTL_s/s1600-h/DSC_1708%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1708" border="0" alt="DSC_1708" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8nz-VcSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tKy8nRP3onE/DSC_1708_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8ommFLhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ua7BLQY3Oto/s1600-h/DSC_1713%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1713" border="0" alt="DSC_1713" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8pVpeaDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0Y1P23blODU/DSC_1713_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8qAA8OlI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wyFTae-Qnto/s1600-h/DSC_1717%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1717" border="0" alt="DSC_1717" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8qj60c_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/CnZ11K7hZN0/DSC_1717_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8uGXmtEI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mBxaEzvszBA/s1600-h/DSC_1742%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1742" border="0" alt="DSC_1742" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8upkrmmI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Cpf-eXHFD8Y/DSC_1742_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8uz8UWEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vvdeoKlt_Rc/s1600-h/DSC_1743%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1743" border="0" alt="DSC_1743" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8vPUBlzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/g185EVdT_94/DSC_1743_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&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/3257387285903760372-6735508574903155102?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6735508574903155102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/jacksons-7th-birthday-cowboy-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6735508574903155102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6735508574903155102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/jacksons-7th-birthday-cowboy-style.html' title='Jackson’s 7th Birthday – Cowboy Style!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TCH8ld-NXmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/q9FiUvARQuk/s72-c/DSC_1702_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7886725218785475941</id><published>2010-05-31T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:16:08.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Fishing at MHCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mt. Hawley Country Club has some fun family events over the summer holidays.&amp;#160; The golf course sports a big pond with a fountain, which they stock full of fish.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Memorial Day, they open up the pond for fishing at 6:30 in the morning.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We got lucky today!&amp;#160; Not only did Charlie catch a fish on his very first try, but Jackson won the grand-prize by catching a huge catfish weighing in over 5 lbs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPElDLP4oI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4YouhB1qAtI/s1600-h/DSC_1644%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1644" border="0" alt="DSC_1644" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPElbqlKJI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kpkSrGAM1A8/DSC_1644_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson—the grand-prize winner!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPElinrTAI/AAAAAAAAAug/Z9XCftGfDPE/s1600-h/DSC_1642%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1642" border="0" alt="DSC_1642" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPElz4z0wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OpBkaAJF_UU/DSC_1642_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson receiving the big prize!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEm9Cax0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/E4eM6cQiJi8/s1600-h/DSC_1639%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1639" border="0" alt="DSC_1639" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEnOjTNHI/AAAAAAAAAus/BrWN1VzKckg/DSC_1639_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie’s fish.&amp;#160; He was very excited!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEnn3pWHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/8P0K5x6Q_Hs/s1600-h/DSC_1633%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1633" border="0" alt="DSC_1633" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEn2zxndI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MgPDhaeqyCQ/DSC_1633_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEoCIdIhI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jDmHlps9QsQ/s1600-h/DSC_1624%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1624" border="0" alt="DSC_1624" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEofriAWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7KvFiacJ8I8/DSC_1624_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry – not in the mix…yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEpC7JbuI/AAAAAAAAAvA/dofMgSRJyKQ/s1600-h/DSC_1641%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1641" border="0" alt="DSC_1641" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEpfQgFqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/I3Y8-6ebWLs/DSC_1641_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The “big” fish.&amp;#160; The line actually broke and Brian grabbed it with his bare hands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEpgJtpLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xpOOWUGlQY0/s1600-h/DSC_1620%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1620" border="0" alt="DSC_1620" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPEp1TBPBI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cnli7AJlGSQ/DSC_1620_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beautiful morning at Mt. Hawley!&amp;#160; Happy Memorial Day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7886725218785475941?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7886725218785475941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-fishing-at-mhcc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7886725218785475941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7886725218785475941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-fishing-at-mhcc.html' title='Memorial Day Fishing at MHCC'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/TAPElbqlKJI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kpkSrGAM1A8/s72-c/DSC_1644_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2647463239776040127</id><published>2010-05-25T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:07:36.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peoria Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; A few weeks ago I had Nellie take pictures of the boys.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.nellie-photography.com"&gt;http://www.nellie-photography.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; We got very lucky.&amp;#160; It had rained non-stop for several days.&amp;#160; I’m not sure how I got them all dressed, fed and out the door in less than 1/2--but I did my best!&amp;#160; Our location was still a bit soggy, and Charlie kept trying to run away, but it all turned out.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was just happy that Henry didn’t sleep through the session.&amp;#160; Charlie, however, was in a “mood” and Jackson was hamming it up as always.&amp;#160; Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmNxrMI6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/3wJuFjx0184/s1600-h/31985_426954385498_69893970498_6104579_8044750_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="31985_426954385498_69893970498_6104579_8044750_n" border="0" alt="31985_426954385498_69893970498_6104579_8044750_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmOoUjcRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/APPxYbm7KiA/31985_426954385498_69893970498_6104579_8044750_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some friends and neighbors recently started making custom shirts:&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.sewmicheen.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.sewmicheen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; Jackson is sporting his cute Burberry plaid pocket/initial shirt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmO0Otv4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h9QFMM8g8fg/s1600-h/31985_426954365498_69893970498_6104577_1581394_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="31985_426954365498_69893970498_6104577_1581394_n" border="0" alt="31985_426954365498_69893970498_6104577_1581394_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmPGipHTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/elfL9Zvtoeg/31985_426954365498_69893970498_6104577_1581394_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry was still a bit sleepy, but managed to smile when I held him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmPoKd8MI/AAAAAAAAAuA/y-zRuVRhRZE/s1600-h/31985_426954420498_69893970498_6104582_4960213_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="31985_426954420498_69893970498_6104582_4960213_n" border="0" alt="31985_426954420498_69893970498_6104582_4960213_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmQKX0p3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/apicL_TsdVw/31985_426954420498_69893970498_6104582_4960213_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie, who is normally all smiles, was much more interested in playing on the playground than posing for pictures. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmQs77O2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/hD0PVCTaweQ/s1600-h/31985_426954380498_69893970498_6104578_2843027_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="31985_426954380498_69893970498_6104578_2843027_n" border="0" alt="31985_426954380498_69893970498_6104578_2843027_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmRFPeYTI/AAAAAAAAAuM/G7Vhg52FIPo/31985_426954380498_69893970498_6104578_2843027_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boys!&amp;#160; I’m not quite sure why Henry’s hair looked like a mohawk…but it does that on occassion, so at least we captured his appearance authentically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmRbNHh2I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1ehm6bIAoe0/s1600-h/31985_426954390498_69893970498_6104580_2324418_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="31985_426954390498_69893970498_6104580_2324418_n" border="0" alt="31985_426954390498_69893970498_6104580_2324418_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmR9zefEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/C005WruF3S4/31985_426954390498_69893970498_6104580_2324418_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry’s “H” shirt.&amp;#160; He’s still not sitting up on his own, so I had to help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2647463239776040127?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2647463239776040127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/peoria-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2647463239776040127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2647463239776040127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/peoria-photo-shoot.html' title='Peoria Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S_xmOoUjcRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/APPxYbm7KiA/s72-c/31985_426954385498_69893970498_6104579_8044750_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2908193310922367743</id><published>2010-05-09T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:52:19.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother’s Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My first mother’s day as a mom of three!&amp;#160; We had a moment to capture a picture before heading out to Mass, lunch and a movie.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S-dKM2J3lYI/AAAAAAAAAto/KXEDWd0RCFI/s1600-h/DSC_1551%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1551" border="0" alt="DSC_1551" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S-dKNK5eMhI/AAAAAAAAAts/sXSiMqz2jSU/DSC_1551_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S-dJ_igoFrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xoUOwjA_mxI/s1600-h/DSC_1542%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1542" border="0" alt="DSC_1542" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S-dJ_xRhf-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/N7M6gQMHBVY/DSC_1542_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2908193310922367743?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2908193310922367743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2908193310922367743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2908193310922367743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title='Mother’s Day 2010'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S-dKNK5eMhI/AAAAAAAAAts/sXSiMqz2jSU/s72-c/DSC_1551_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-9091166188492747244</id><published>2010-04-25T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:37:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Thatcher – 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All smiles and giggles…and growing! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9TgTV_SXrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hftGH0ByQV0/s1600-h/DSC_1508%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1508" border="0" alt="DSC_1508" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9TgTwv0TcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y9o1ELia4SQ/DSC_1508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-9091166188492747244?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9091166188492747244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/henry-thatcher-5-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/9091166188492747244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/9091166188492747244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/henry-thatcher-5-months.html' title='Henry Thatcher – 5 months'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9TgTwv0TcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y9o1ELia4SQ/s72-c/DSC_1508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4532938172621079940</id><published>2010-04-25T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:36:23.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snips and snails and…boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Apparently my boys love boots.&amp;#160; Jackson has wanted to put on his cowboy boots any chance he can get (out of school) since he got them.&amp;#160; And Charlie…well…Charlie seems obsessed with his rain boots.&amp;#160; He says: “boots” all the time.&amp;#160; The other day I put him down for a nap and removed his tennis shoes.&amp;#160; When I got him up, he had found his rain boots and they were on!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love the following picture.&amp;#160; Jackson is “helping” Charlie (with no pants on?) up the tree.&amp;#160; As a side note…I found my first tick on Charlie soon after.&amp;#160; One of the charms of living in the Midwest.&amp;#160; Anyway…pull up your boots!&amp;#160; The Lewallen boys are in town! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9TgBE_4HtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6ud2rPUh5sc/s1600-h/DSC_1469%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1469" border="0" alt="DSC_1469" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9TgBn-SMOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/91S7SiCf6DY/DSC_1469_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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They love each other so much and I love watching them play together.&amp;#160; Since Charlie and Henry are both still in diapers, I normally change them at the same time.&amp;#160; They look at each other and giggle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson and Charlie are a hoot!&amp;#160; Those two have entirely too much fun.&amp;#160; Whether it is making a “vehicle” out of cardboard boxes and driving each other around, or stirring up pretend potions in our backyard in their respective boots – those two are having the time of their lives and I’m just happy to be around to see it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9Te4aqsknI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MocfM7odxNA/s1600-h/DSC_1524%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_1524" border="0" alt="DSC_1524" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9Te43PYHyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9xilISrpzgQ/DSC_1524_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4568062810187228569?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4568062810187228569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4568062810187228569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4568062810187228569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-of-kind.html' title='Three of a Kind'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S9Te43PYHyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9xilISrpzgQ/s72-c/DSC_1524_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6443660695490804671</id><published>2010-04-13T11:36:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:32:55.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Biltmore</title><content type='html'>Spending all day in the hot dusty sun, we were ready to kick off our cowboy boots and relax! We headed to our final destination -- Phoenix Arizona. Brian was speaking at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CLE&lt;/span&gt; at the Arizona &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.arizonabiltmore.com/"&gt;http://www.arizonabiltmore.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The Resort is gorgeous. We essentially went from the wild west to 1930's Great Gatsby style. I loved everything about the resort from the Frank Lloyd Wright inspired architecture, the manicured lawns and beautiful gardens, the incredible pools to the myriad of activities for families. We particularly enjoyed playing checkers/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chess&lt;/span&gt; in the garden and roasting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marshmellows&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Brian presented at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CLE&lt;/span&gt;, the boys and I enjoyed our morning walks around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt; Estates. The "Estates" are mansions located around the golf course. Each mansion looked different, but they were all meticulously maintained and had beautiful gardens. Apparently roses grow quite well in Arizona (as opposed to Illinois). I loved looking and smelling all the roses along our walk. It reminded me of my rose garden in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our walks we would head to the pool. Jackson made a lot of new friends. The main pool area had three pools -- one with a big slide, one by the cabana bar and another pool with a hot tub. Surrounding the pools were private cabanas complete with misting water to keep the guests cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the boys got tired and we'd go back to the room to clean up and get ready for dinner. The first night we ate at Frank and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alberts&lt;/span&gt; on the resort. The garden chess board was right next to our outdoor table, so the boys played while we waited for our food. Jackson actually played the games, but Charlie had a ball kicking the pieces and running around like a maniac. Henry, thank goodness, is still in the "purse stage" and isn't mobile -- yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked the grounds. The Arizona &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt; is quite charming. Lights are strung on the trees, fire pits are lit, and people settle into the Adirondack chairs, which surround the main fountain, and sip their glasses of wine while people watching. The boys made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; and took a few bags of popcorn back up to the room for a late night snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Arizona &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt;. I only wish we had more time! I would love to go back (with or without the kids) to play tennis, hike up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camelback&lt;/span&gt; Mountain, shop and spend more time in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgyHWpqKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/e2mbgYi8UZI/s1600/DSC_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459665431107840162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgyHWpqKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/e2mbgYi8UZI/s320/DSC_1303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry-- all smiles to be in the sun -- and out of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgjXR2TNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/GidTUE1TKxs/s1600/DSC_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459665177684626642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgjXR2TNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/GidTUE1TKxs/s320/DSC_1385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of our wing of the resort. Note the chairs lining the garden/fountain area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgThpE95I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1XMOpKeQRVo/s1600/DSC_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459664905588504466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgThpE95I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1XMOpKeQRVo/s320/DSC_1354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and mommy in the evening by the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgHksvxEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/U2vxIU3rqCQ/s1600/DSC_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459664700250768450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgHksvxEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/U2vxIU3rqCQ/s320/DSC_1373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson with some roses on our walk through the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt; Estates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sf6q0fqgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/M6yByPONh6A/s1600/DSC_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459664478555580930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sf6q0fqgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/M6yByPONh6A/s320/DSC_1376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the gardens at the Arizona &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bilmore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfwFvu6CI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yZLBfan4zmU/s1600/DSC_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459664296804804642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfwFvu6CI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yZLBfan4zmU/s320/DSC_1379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Henry in the gardens -- I love them in blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfllfvbtI/AAAAAAAAArw/oECrvw6lKWM/s1600/DSC_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459664116349103826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfllfvbtI/AAAAAAAAArw/oECrvw6lKWM/s320/DSC_1392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, Charlie and Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfaMssQTI/AAAAAAAAAro/Vxc2dCMhFIM/s1600/DSC_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459663920713974066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfaMssQTI/AAAAAAAAAro/Vxc2dCMhFIM/s320/DSC_1397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and her boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfOB_Um2I/AAAAAAAAArg/fj788i2leBA/s1600/DSC_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459663711680895842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfOB_Um2I/AAAAAAAAArg/fj788i2leBA/s320/DSC_1401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a stroll in the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfEox9sXI/AAAAAAAAArY/5N7AAAADU4Q/s1600/DSC_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459663550295159154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SfEox9sXI/AAAAAAAAArY/5N7AAAADU4Q/s320/DSC_1402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing chess/checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Se2X9_hTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pTGUN6lm2w0/s1600/DSC_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459663305264039218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Se2X9_hTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pTGUN6lm2w0/s320/DSC_1430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson -- check mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeqsM7TmI/AAAAAAAAArI/vL8zfXEvsYw/s1600/DSC_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459663104536956514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeqsM7TmI/AAAAAAAAArI/vL8zfXEvsYw/s320/DSC_1454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeipkHVUI/AAAAAAAAArA/sV0wMIvlnMM/s1600/DSC_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662966389953858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeipkHVUI/AAAAAAAAArA/sV0wMIvlnMM/s320/DSC_1298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson by the slide at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeZk5x1QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/6ysii4o-BB8/s1600/DSC_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662810519819522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeZk5x1QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/6ysii4o-BB8/s320/DSC_1310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie relaxing poolside with his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;" (blanket from Grandma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeMvbNVwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vIArFNqvfMo/s1600/DSC_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662590006089474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeMvbNVwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vIArFNqvfMo/s320/DSC_1320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Charlie. They would stroll around the pools once or twice a day "chit chatting" with everyone. My kids have never met a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeCbw6vII/AAAAAAAAAqo/5wGUYi3P21w/s1600/DSC_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662412929744002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SeCbw6vII/AAAAAAAAAqo/5wGUYi3P21w/s320/DSC_1322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for dinner at Frank and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alberts&lt;/span&gt;. A band was playing outside and Jackson asked me to dance. We had a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sd3j3ZMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lZzH898ruxQ/s1600/DSC_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662226125828370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sd3j3ZMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lZzH898ruxQ/s320/DSC_1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and her boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our trip had to come to an end. We spent our Sunday and Monday driving 2/3 of the county to get back to Peoria -- a feat nonetheless with three kids, two of which are under 2. While we originally had planned to stop off at the Grand Canyon, we opted to save that experience for another time -- perhaps when we have more time. We made it from Phoenix to Amarillo, Texas on Sunday (arriving at midnight). On Monday, we traveled another 13 hours through Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri and Illinois. We hit St. Louis at sunset. The arch was lit up in the sun's pink light. It was very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All said: 8 days, 6 states, 5 hotels, 3 time zones and 3939.2 miles! What a great trip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a lot of country. Brian and I both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agree&lt;/span&gt; that the drive through Missouri is probably the prettiest. I would say that the drive through Oklahoma is my least favorite, although there is a stretch of I-10 through Southern Texas, which is relatively boring as well. One thing is sure -- this is a BIG country with a lot of land. There is no shortage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our road trips. We have more planned! Perhaps a drive through New England in the fall? For now...a trip from Illinois to Washington is more likely. Now back to planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8UA_3ZvshI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZQsuPGh-d90/s1600/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459771220460286482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8UA_3ZvshI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZQsuPGh-d90/s320/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6443660695490804671?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6443660695490804671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona-biltmore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6443660695490804671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6443660695490804671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona-biltmore.html' title='Arizona Biltmore'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SgyHWpqKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/e2mbgYi8UZI/s72-c/DSC_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7531143331881089722</id><published>2010-04-13T10:58:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:18:11.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tombstone</title><content type='html'>After visiting San Antonio, we drove I-10 all the way to Las Cruces, New Mexico. We stopped off at a designer boot store in El Paso, Texas and mommy got a pair of "cowgirl" boots. We tried to find Jackson a pair, but they didn't have his size. Needless to say...he was devastated. However, the next day we visited Tombstone, Arizona and found a pair of cowboy boots for Jackson. Crisis averted! &lt;a href="http://www.cityoftombstone.com/"&gt;http://www.cityoftombstone.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tombstone, the boys got to visit the old western town complete with shootouts, saloons and wagons. Jackson showed off his new boots to passersby and Charlie had a blast checking out the statues of Indians and Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in town at the perfect time. There was a shootout at the OK Corral with Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday and their gang fighting Billy the Kid and his gang. While watching the shootout in town, Charlie yelled out: "Ow" and "Oh No!" as the men eventually fell to the ground dying. The only ones left standing were Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday as they scooped up their fellow compatriots and headed to the infirmary for medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into Big Nose Kate's saloon for lunch. This was the saloon where Vernon Earp (Wyatt's brother) was killed after a poker game went bad. There was a piano player that LOVED Charlie and it had the longest, cherrywood, hand-carved bar in the Western US. There were cowboys and authentic townsfolk sitting about us "foreigners" as we ate our meal. We felt like we were actually in the 1800s! It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry spent most of his time taking a little cowboy nap. The trip to Tombstone was definitely worth the trip! We all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8ScEBoLS7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/texiUcGqLhM/s1600/DSC_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660241250241458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8ScEBoLS7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/texiUcGqLhM/s320/DSC_1249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sb3suz8GI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SRhuFU7H4_8/s1600/DSC_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459660029482496098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8Sb3suz8GI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SRhuFU7H4_8/s320/DSC_1251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SbtyEi3XI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bpHB0UjNFJ8/s1600/DSC_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659859117137266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SbtyEi3XI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bpHB0UjNFJ8/s320/DSC_1254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SZXAMZpNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/8k5VTMyxzu0/s1600/DSC_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459657268747936978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SZXAMZpNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/8k5VTMyxzu0/s320/DSC_1272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson with the Earp/Holiday gang! Doc is far left and Wyatt is third from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SZKdaiGMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NXqRenV-uvw/s1600/DSC_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459657053253540034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SZKdaiGMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NXqRenV-uvw/s320/DSC_1276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down Main Street. Thankfully the "High Noon" shootout was already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SY-8wytUI/AAAAAAAAApw/GrRSyhxo-pU/s1600/DSC_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459656855509972290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SY-8wytUI/AAAAAAAAApw/GrRSyhxo-pU/s320/DSC_1286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie grooving to the music at Big Nose Kate's Saloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SY0L-H4gI/AAAAAAAAApo/-Ahpv46Mnh8/s1600/DSC_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459656670613856770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SY0L-H4gI/AAAAAAAAApo/-Ahpv46Mnh8/s320/DSC_1288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch for the cowboy at Big Nose Kate's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYrrXPPMI/AAAAAAAAApg/wdM5LiVs8fg/s1600/DSC_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459656524421872834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYrrXPPMI/AAAAAAAAApg/wdM5LiVs8fg/s320/DSC_1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYg8_k60I/AAAAAAAAApY/a3oY-FMOFss/s1600/DSC_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459656340175907650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYg8_k60I/AAAAAAAAApY/a3oY-FMOFss/s320/DSC_1293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlaw Charlie "Fast Foot" Lewallen caught alive for a reward of $1000.00. Escaped 10 minutes later and is still at large. Warning this outlaw is considered dangerous and will spill paint with reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYXqor_nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Rx7WtPkYMqw/s1600/DSC_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459656180629241458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SYXqor_nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Rx7WtPkYMqw/s320/DSC_1295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loving his new boots with gold tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7531143331881089722?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7531143331881089722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/tombstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7531143331881089722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7531143331881089722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/tombstone.html' title='Tombstone'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8ScEBoLS7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/texiUcGqLhM/s72-c/DSC_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3756996888775413000</id><published>2010-04-13T10:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:21:10.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Saunders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8UKHVOBdOI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FLgwRhfoL18/s1600/DSC_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459781244327916770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8UKHVOBdOI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FLgwRhfoL18/s320/DSC_1232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in San Antonio, we headed to the northside of the city to see Brian's grandpa. He's 93 years old but looks and acts like he is 80 at the most. He works out 4 days a week, still drives, keeps an immaculate house and dresses great (his shoes are spit shined perfectly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time at his home and then headed to The Barn Door for dinner. Great authentic Tex-Mex fare. My steak salad was perfect and the fresh baked dinner rolls were a big hit for Jackson and Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was really thankful to see his great-grandfather. I was thrilled to talk to him - he was charasmatic about many stories from his life. We sat back and listened to him talk about his life in the Air Force and flying bombers in WWII. He shared great stories about life in Madrid, Spain (where he saw Ernest Hemingway at a bullfight) and flying in the Berlin Airlift. His eyes lit up when we asked questions about when he met grandma (Marie - who passed about 15 years ago). They met at a dance in Concord, MA on New Years Eve. He didn't know why he went to the dance that night - but was sure glad that he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa shared a brillant story about taking his family on a vacation through the French Alps one year. His Packard blew a piston rod shortly into the Alps. They were stranded in an isolated, small french town while the local "service station" mailed away for a new rod (back to the US). Two weeks later - the rod arrived and the car was fixed! It was news for the entire town that a mechanic was able to fix an American car in his garage. Grandpa herded the kids back in the car and headed directly back to Spain. So much for a French vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SUUD65KbI/AAAAAAAAApA/r8mSraXZEBg/s1600/DSC_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459651720650500530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SUUD65KbI/AAAAAAAAApA/r8mSraXZEBg/s320/DSC_1221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3756996888775413000?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3756996888775413000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandpa-saunders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3756996888775413000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3756996888775413000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandpa-saunders.html' title='Grandpa Saunders'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8UKHVOBdOI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FLgwRhfoL18/s72-c/DSC_1232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-718996282230263103</id><published>2010-04-13T10:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:52:04.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas hats and horns</title><content type='html'>After spending the night and morning at the Great Wolf Lodge, we geared up for a "quick" ride down to San Antonio.  Henry was ready with his cowboy hat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed seeing the longhorned cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSwR7qNEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Bk_u_p0c4Bw/s1600/DSC_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSwR7qNEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Bk_u_p0c4Bw/s320/DSC_1093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459650006424892482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSn0RZglI/AAAAAAAAAow/RTTiHS3f_2g/s1600/DSC_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSn0RZglI/AAAAAAAAAow/RTTiHS3f_2g/s320/DSC_1092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459649861024055890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSf4BSiRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YAKGJpIPdw0/s1600/DSC_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSf4BSiRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YAKGJpIPdw0/s320/DSC_1088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459649724591278354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-718996282230263103?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/718996282230263103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/texas-hats-and-horns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/718996282230263103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/718996282230263103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/texas-hats-and-horns.html' title='Texas hats and horns'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SSwR7qNEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Bk_u_p0c4Bw/s72-c/DSC_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5299142621420974029</id><published>2010-04-13T10:38:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:26:45.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alamo 2010</title><content type='html'>We had a great time visiting the Alamo. The boys loved running around and looking at the cactus, the cannons, Bowie knives, short-stock single barreled muskets and all things "boy". We visited the "Six Flags" monument of the Alamo - which gives the name to the Six Flags amusement park.  Jackson really liked looking at all the old copper and tin keys that opened all the doors throughout the compound.  We treated the boys with a couple of Texas Ranger badges at the end of our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealamo.org/history.html"&gt;http://www.thealamo.org/history.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRsDNqbtI/AAAAAAAAAog/uApe5vr96_E/s1600/DSC_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459648834242768594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRsDNqbtI/AAAAAAAAAog/uApe5vr96_E/s320/DSC_1164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRhW9jugI/AAAAAAAAAoY/bEzXyX_S8vI/s1600/DSC_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459648650565368322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRhW9jugI/AAAAAAAAAoY/bEzXyX_S8vI/s320/DSC_1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson inspecting the cannons. At one point Jackson was at one end and Charlie at the other and they were yelling into the cannon. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRYPGvxuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3wkbakxODIg/s1600/DSC_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459648493837600482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRYPGvxuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3wkbakxODIg/s320/DSC_1158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the whole family in the picture, however, the top of the Alamo was cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRP-X-JmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UaPy0vOD-so/s1600/DSC_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459648351907489378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRP-X-JmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UaPy0vOD-so/s320/DSC_1156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, mommy and Charlie at the Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRDXY3n0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/yylY2PBbeec/s1600/DSC_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459648135283842882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRDXY3n0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/yylY2PBbeec/s320/DSC_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Charlie had so much fun running up and down a side corridor that connected the Alamo to the main garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQ53J0qFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WG7q-Fsb6KI/s1600/DSC_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647972011976786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQ53J0qFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WG7q-Fsb6KI/s320/DSC_1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQyB-ZDrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/--HtP9Tb-AM/s1600/DSC_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647837477867186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQyB-ZDrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/--HtP9Tb-AM/s320/DSC_1141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas is a proud State -- you see the Texas Star on just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQnn849DI/AAAAAAAAAno/M1gip1bA21c/s1600/DSC_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647658693555250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQnn849DI/AAAAAAAAAno/M1gip1bA21c/s320/DSC_1139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQeIjNS4I/AAAAAAAAAng/Fpp-k_Tfaxg/s1600/DSC_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647495645514626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQeIjNS4I/AAAAAAAAAng/Fpp-k_Tfaxg/s320/DSC_1137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQTzIGM9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/y6VH3f6MqQo/s1600/DSC_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647318095967186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQTzIGM9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/y6VH3f6MqQo/s320/DSC_1130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson appeard to be more impressed with the cactus than the Alamo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQKQOBY5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/gMpCKeUMxB0/s1600/DSC_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459647154106753938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SQKQOBY5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/gMpCKeUMxB0/s320/DSC_1128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie with his Davy Crockett hat on. Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5299142621420974029?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5299142621420974029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/alamo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5299142621420974029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5299142621420974029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/alamo-2010.html' title='The Alamo 2010'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SRsDNqbtI/AAAAAAAAAog/uApe5vr96_E/s72-c/DSC_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2393430525652665399</id><published>2010-04-13T10:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:13:28.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio--Riverwalk, Hotel and Mercado</title><content type='html'>From Dallas our next stop on our spring break road trip was San Antonio. The four hour drive took us through Burleson, Texas (My mom's maiden name is Burleson) as well as Waco, Texas, where Grandpa Frank Burleson grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching San Antonio, we found our hotel: El Tropicano. The hotel, located on the famous Riverwalk, was straight out of the 1950's. It was so retro that it was back in style again! &lt;a href="http://www.eltropicanohotel.com/"&gt;http://www.eltropicanohotel.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a walk along the Riverwalk, we headed to El Mercado (San Antonio's Historic Market District) for some authentic Mexican food. We ate at the famous Mi Tierra restaurant. Any president visiting this city eats here at least once - and there is a wall of fame to prove it. The boys had a blast looking at all the decorations, listening to the live mariachi music and taking in the wonderful smells of fresh baked sweets. &lt;a href="http://www.mitierracafe.com/"&gt;http://www.mitierracafe.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the hotel along the Riverwalk and enjoyed a late night swim in our swanky hotel pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SPxzZovII/AAAAAAAAAnI/nm0CU5WPd2U/s1600/DSC_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459646734053981314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SPxzZovII/AAAAAAAAAnI/nm0CU5WPd2U/s320/DSC_1124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SPCwU3FvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IERX4pGPm98/s1600/DSC_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459645925774792434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SPCwU3FvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IERX4pGPm98/s320/DSC_1109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMncDnL-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/x2vMui5zqfM/s1600/DSC_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459643257454014434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMncDnL-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/x2vMui5zqfM/s320/DSC_1104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMYcuh9DI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Zx50SeFL7o8/s1600/CSC_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459642999935988786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMYcuh9DI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Zx50SeFL7o8/s320/CSC_1219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMScBkNEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5SpFdcHxumc/s1600/CSC_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459642896668177474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMScBkNEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5SpFdcHxumc/s320/CSC_1217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMLkaDy8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/p7ARVjo2Tug/s1600/CSC_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459642778659310530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMLkaDy8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/p7ARVjo2Tug/s320/CSC_1215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMFQALjxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ojOGdnBAGF4/s1600/CSC_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459642670102843154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SMFQALjxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ojOGdnBAGF4/s320/CSC_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mitierracafe.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2393430525652665399?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2393430525652665399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/san-antonio-riverwalk-hotel-and-mercado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2393430525652665399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2393430525652665399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/san-antonio-riverwalk-hotel-and-mercado.html' title='San Antonio--Riverwalk, Hotel and Mercado'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SPxzZovII/AAAAAAAAAnI/nm0CU5WPd2U/s72-c/DSC_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4085520253453726290</id><published>2010-04-13T10:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:19:27.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wolf Lodge -- Dallas, Texas</title><content type='html'>Our spring break road trip was a blast! We spent a lot of time in the car, but the kids did great. After driving 12 hours from Peoria to Dallas, Texas, we enjoyed a much needed break at the indoor water park. The boys LOVED the bunk bed set up in the room and had fun playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arizonabiltmore.com/"&gt;http://www.arizonabiltmore.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SLeoFXUZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yQa5a4JgpRQ/s1600/DSC_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459642006552138130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SLeoFXUZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yQa5a4JgpRQ/s320/DSC_1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SLTBlGQBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LCNukCydNso/s1600/DSC_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459641807237693458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SLTBlGQBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LCNukCydNso/s320/DSC_1046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJ5VhB1_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ok4GvqYKKno/s1600/DSC_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459640266401110002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJ5VhB1_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ok4GvqYKKno/s320/DSC_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SK-UjmgvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kNPBA88hzD4/s1600/DSC_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459641451554439922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SK-UjmgvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kNPBA88hzD4/s320/DSC_1059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4085520253453726290?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4085520253453726290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-wolf-lodge-dallas-texas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4085520253453726290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4085520253453726290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-wolf-lodge-dallas-texas.html' title='Great Wolf Lodge -- Dallas, Texas'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SLeoFXUZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yQa5a4JgpRQ/s72-c/DSC_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8034141396150049998</id><published>2010-04-13T10:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:11:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yardwork"</title><content type='html'>The weather has finally warmed up in Peoria.  They boys had a blast playing outside last week, and kept themselves busy while mom and dad packed for the road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJXUei5fI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KdxewW7VKuw/s1600/DSC_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJXUei5fI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KdxewW7VKuw/s320/DSC_0999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459639682006705650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJOh5k9TI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I5pbZ-7srRo/s1600/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJOh5k9TI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I5pbZ-7srRo/s320/DSC_1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459639530990925106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJD-CLKVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uwx9qlNm7zA/s1600/DSC_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJD-CLKVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uwx9qlNm7zA/s320/DSC_1004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459639349564614994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8034141396150049998?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8034141396150049998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/yardwork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8034141396150049998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8034141396150049998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/yardwork.html' title='&quot;Yardwork&quot;'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SJXUei5fI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KdxewW7VKuw/s72-c/DSC_0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-146572408399270017</id><published>2010-04-13T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:06:47.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Henry was baptized at the Easter Vigil Service.  He did an amazing job.  He didn't cry at all.  He looked so handsome in his little suit.  Here are a few pictures of the special occassion: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SIDhRPIAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fMcgfHcsb0Q/s1600/DSC_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SIDhRPIAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fMcgfHcsb0Q/s320/DSC_1026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459638242331533314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SH2VcAS_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/swLbT37I72A/s1600/DSC_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SH2VcAS_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/swLbT37I72A/s320/DSC_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459638015817174002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SFUK3AFMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zjQ2GUspd40/s1600/DSC_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SFUK3AFMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zjQ2GUspd40/s320/DSC_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635229838808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-146572408399270017?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/146572408399270017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/henrys-baptism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/146572408399270017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/146572408399270017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/henrys-baptism.html' title='Henry&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S8SIDhRPIAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fMcgfHcsb0Q/s72-c/DSC_1026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5611695070265934186</id><published>2010-04-02T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:26:59.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This Easter has been very special for us.&amp;#160; For the past 7 months Brian and I have taken every Monday night to attend RCIA (Rite of Catholic Initiation for Adults).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our journey has been a long one…over the course of several years, and culminating in intense study the past 7 months.  Our trek towards union with the Church ends tomorrow night at the Easter Vigil service! Henry will be baptized along with our final rites being taken.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have amazing sponsors, who have been with us every Monday night and explaining any and all questions we’ve had about the faith.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are very excited.&amp;#160; This is a very special time for our family.  Tomorrow ends one journey and starts another.  We look forward, with great anticipation, to deepening our faith and community in the one holy Catholic and Apostolic Church!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Good Friday and Easter Weekend!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7ae1l06DhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MYEoAKoKD90/s1600-h/DSC_0970%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0970" border="0" alt="DSC_0970" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7ae11KXp4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/iJcwWivDA4g/DSC_0970_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5611695070265934186?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5611695070265934186/comments/default' 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url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7ae11KXp4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/iJcwWivDA4g/s72-c/DSC_0970_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-1195282323846248211</id><published>2010-04-02T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:44:37.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Egg”stra special!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dying Easter Eggs has been a several day process.&amp;#160; Tonight, “we” finally got to decorate our eggs.&amp;#160; “We” means Jackson, mom and dad.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry and Charlie had to go to bed on time…and frankly, after the paint and the syrup episodes from Charlie I was not inclined to give him an egg, dye, or anything that could break easily or leave indelible marks.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson did an outstanding job painting our eggs with Washington “Ws” for the Huskies!&amp;#160; Go Dawgs!&amp;#160; More pictures to follow!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7adgspMYQI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kJ74BWDE1Uc/s1600-h/DSC_0972%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0972" border="0" alt="DSC_0972" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7adhGwxdCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DjqDZsTe5Mg/DSC_0972_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-1195282323846248211?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1195282323846248211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/eggstra-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2953014146514300960</id><published>2010-03-30T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:48:11.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Charlie loves having his picture taken – even when he’s not feeling well.&amp;#160; After I discovered blood in his ear, we took him back to the doctor.&amp;#160; He has a double ear infection with possible ear drum rupture.&amp;#160; Charlie wiggled so much they couldn’t tell if it actually ruptured.&amp;#160; I now have the pleasure of going back to the doctor on Saturday to find out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For now, his already impish character has been made worse by the pain.&amp;#160; We had a small “food fight” this afternoon, followed by some chair slamming and general protests.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Needless to say…I’ve looked into and signed up for two year old preschool starting in September.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JFrTALGHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/15VzTuBbqVc/s1600-h/DSC_0968%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0968" border="0" alt="DSC_0968" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JFr1EW25I/AAAAAAAAAk0/8d4ao5CWgbM/DSC_0968_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2953014146514300960?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2953014146514300960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6038864898422245736</id><published>2010-03-30T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:35:49.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Henry Thatcher has the bluest eyes!&amp;#160; Such a change from the dark chocolate and dark green/brown his brothers have.&amp;#160; I can’t tell if Henry’s hair is getting darker or if it will stay lighter with reddish highlights like Jackson.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The funny thing about this picture is that while I was taking it, Charlie was yelling across the room:&amp;#160; “CHEESE!”&amp;#160; I looked across and there he was—smiling and waiting for me to take his picture. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JEgcMFlmI/AAAAAAAAAko/HhFBudW_zmk/s1600-h/DSC_0965%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0965" border="0" alt="DSC_0965" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JEhLCncII/AAAAAAAAAks/x6np9kxDF8A/DSC_0965_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6038864898422245736?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6038864898422245736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6038864898422245736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6038864898422245736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-blue-eyes.html' title='Baby Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JEhLCncII/AAAAAAAAAks/x6np9kxDF8A/s72-c/DSC_0965_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3649283669232191834</id><published>2010-03-30T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:32:03.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Henry must be starting to get some teeth.&amp;#160; I tried a very long time to get a cute shot of him smiling without his hands in his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This one is pretty cute.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JDof5PJTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZS8E-tpUuZY/s1600-h/DSC_0960%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0960" border="0" alt="DSC_0960" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JDokGxIJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZCAt7o8IBck/DSC_0960_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3649283669232191834?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7JDokGxIJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZCAt7o8IBck/s72-c/DSC_0960_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-9116752168970837785</id><published>2010-03-29T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:56:03.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Charlie loves to wear his rain boots (and Jackson’s).&amp;#160; Today he was very upset when Jackson and Brian were leaving for school and work.&amp;#160; He ran to our shoe basket and put on these boots in hopes of going with them.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All morning long he’s been handing me his shoes as if to say “let’s go!”&amp;#160; However, he’s still sick so it’s another day indoors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7CxcXK6w3I/AAAAAAAAAkU/nsY08VXsyFo/s1600-h/DSC_0967%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0967" border="0" alt="DSC_0967" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7CxcpB6MMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/azt5toHDNmw/DSC_0967_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-9116752168970837785?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9116752168970837785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/9116752168970837785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/9116752168970837785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/boots.html' title='Boots'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S7CxcpB6MMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/azt5toHDNmw/s72-c/DSC_0967_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7151955617069255213</id><published>2010-03-28T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:42:02.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick on the teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Trying to take a picture sometimes is very difficult.&amp;#160; Today was one of those days.&amp;#160; Jackson told me ( after the picture) that I had lipstick on my teeth (or tooth).&amp;#160; However, I think this picture perfectly captures our day.&amp;#160; I love my boys!&amp;#160; We are busy, but we are blessed!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_3WFKI0RI/AAAAAAAAAkM/a5l4NJD3ObQ/s1600-h/DSC_0944%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0944" border="0" alt="DSC_0944" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_3WljrHFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4UnCQhgt27I/DSC_0944_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7151955617069255213?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7151955617069255213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipstick-on-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7151955617069255213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7151955617069255213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipstick-on-teeth.html' title='Lipstick on the teeth'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_3WljrHFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4UnCQhgt27I/s72-c/DSC_0944_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6667623323206069548</id><published>2010-03-28T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:38:47.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Palm Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So…today, like most days, didn’t go as “planned”.&amp;#160; Charlie’s temp was back up and while we had the best intentions, we didn’t get to Mass until noon.&amp;#160; Charlie fell asleep in the closet and Henry fell asleep in the swing while we tried to “clean up” the house.&amp;#160; I use parentheses because with three boys (and a 4th with Brian), the house is never truly clean.&amp;#160; I do my best…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I’m so glad 2/3 of the boys were laughing and smiling.&amp;#160; Mommy was doing a little dance behind daddy while daddy took the picture.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just another day in paradise.&amp;#160; I love my boys! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_2lhrOgaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sZPHylxfI9U/s1600-h/DSC_0957%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0957" border="0" alt="DSC_0957" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_2l9j_uuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gEAvfcmdCN0/DSC_0957_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6667623323206069548?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6667623323206069548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-palm-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6667623323206069548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6667623323206069548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-palm-sunday.html' title='Happy Palm Sunday!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6_2l9j_uuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gEAvfcmdCN0/s72-c/DSC_0957_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3645023929696438699</id><published>2010-03-26T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:13:10.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a recent picture of the boys.&amp;#160; Charlie had the flu, so he wasn’t feeling well.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson had just come home from school and was still wearing his uniform, and since we were dealing with a sick Charlie, Henry got to hang out in his pajamas all day long. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6zrIg1Y83I/AAAAAAAAAj8/p1E15rcOJ4Y/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo[1]" border="0" alt="photo[1]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S6zrI8yeaBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/I3Cm17WUF8c/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3645023929696438699?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3645023929696438699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-charlie-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6350847931514742199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6350847931514742199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-charlie-video.html' title='Super Charlie Video'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8769077162137184756</id><published>2010-03-13T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:16:00.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is a rainy March day.&amp;#160; With three boys it is very difficult to keep them occupied.&amp;#160; Either you keep them busy…or they keep themselves busy (and paint the room yellow).&amp;#160; This morning, I’m trying to keep them busy by making cookies.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s chef Jackson: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5u6PnKOTAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/z1BsqsvSUiA/s1600-h/March%202010%20013%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="March 2010 013" border="0" alt="March 2010 013" 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href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5u6QK_is8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QtPigp5bKXw/s72-c/March%202010%20013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2338003901720361878</id><published>2010-03-13T10:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:08:21.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Thatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It may seem as though little Henry Thatcher is getting lost in the “mix” of his two older brothers.&amp;#160; However, despite his calm nature, I see signs already that Henry will hold his own when he gets a bit older.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry’s eyes are bright blue and even though he’s been sick lately, he loves to smile and laugh – just like his brothers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a recent picture of Master Henry Thatcher: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5u4cy0lR4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/FjaokfG4CbM/s1600-h/March%202010%20003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="March 2010 003" border="0" alt="March 2010 003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5u4dTArqtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FIF8B2dKF6Y/March%202010%20003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Thatcher'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5u4dTArqtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FIF8B2dKF6Y/s72-c/March%202010%20003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7355306537964847202</id><published>2010-03-11T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:48:29.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Charlie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night Jackson dressed up Charlie as a “super hero”.&amp;#160; Complete with Dalmatian dog boots and a pom pom cape, Charlie thoroughly enjoyed the attention. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Jackson informed me he was Charlie’s assistant – and had the power to read.&amp;#160; Charlie’s power, was the power to run very fast in his boots.&amp;#160; However, given Charlie’s disposition to “redecorate” rooms…I’m more inclined to think Charlie has the power to destroy a room in no time flat and deplete one’s bank account.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Despite the challenges of the past few days, last night’s laughter and smiles put everything into perspective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My children may not have real “super powers” but they have the power to make me smile and warm my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5kKryBKYeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jGRth_UqTps/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo[1]" border="0" alt="photo[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5kKsUUusoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/yjBbfwZ84oA/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7355306537964847202?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7355306537964847202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7355306537964847202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7355306537964847202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-charlie.html' title='Super Charlie!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5kKsUUusoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/yjBbfwZ84oA/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4834355403366826895</id><published>2010-03-09T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:07:35.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brian and I have been trying to fix up a few things around the house.&amp;#160; Unfortunately, Charlie attempted to “help” this morning.&amp;#160; While taking care of Henry, who has been very sick, I put Charlie in his room in hopes that he’d take an early morning nap.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No such luck.&amp;#160; He got into a 1/2 gallon of bright yellow paint and dumped it on the floor of his room.&amp;#160; He then proceeded to walk in the paint and walk/dance all around his room.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; There are tiny little yellow footprints everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have no idea how he did it, but paint was all over Henry’s bedding, his crib, Charlie’s dresser and toy box and all over Charlie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I literally gasped when I went in to check on him.&amp;#160; I took some pictures of the damage, but I was shaking when I took them, so they are quite blurry and quite frankly – don’t do justice to the absolute mess Charlie made out of the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Charlie.&amp;#160; I’m not finding the humor in the fact that his shirt says:&amp;#160; I love mom.&amp;#160; Hmmm.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5aivmLL12I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ey48tuK3VV4/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo[1]" border="0" alt="photo[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5aiv2EvgDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mGvjRNrEVSU/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4834355403366826895?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4834355403366826895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/picasso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4834355403366826895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4834355403366826895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/picasso.html' title='Picasso'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5aiv2EvgDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mGvjRNrEVSU/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8676638714163623077</id><published>2010-03-07T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:32:57.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Someday Charlie will be as big as Jackson.&amp;#160; Someday Jackson may not want to play with his brothers, and someday they may not want to play with him.&amp;#160; Someday my boys will be all grown up and these pictures will be all I have left to remember when they were young.&amp;#160; Someday will come soon enough…so I’m going to embrace today!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5P_We0JorI/AAAAAAAAAi8/l34lQ3f_d_o/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo[1]" border="0" alt="photo[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5P_WjU7_SI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gLW8TJFrLcg/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8676638714163623077?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8676638714163623077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8676638714163623077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8676638714163623077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5P_WjU7_SI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gLW8TJFrLcg/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7627624169250333174</id><published>2010-03-07T10:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:55:43.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an ordinary day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Three thirty is a great time of day.  Charlie, Henry and I wait patiently by the window for the school bus to arrive.  Charlie loves his brother and can’t wait to play with him.  I love hearing the giggles between the two of them and can’t imagine what it will be like when Henry enters into the mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson in his Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suess&lt;/span&gt; hat from school and Henry: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZp937ATI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iLdm_KNNo8k/s1600-h/1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="116" border="0" alt="116" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZqR6uMSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rF6GRWYu2Sg/116_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charlie and his blanket (he calls it his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;). He has literally loved Grandma’s handmade blanket to pieces.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZqjSDXZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SIKE5kPL7C0/s1600-h/1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="117" border="0" alt="117" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZq1n0rxI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pn7HBjqXPtM/117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie and Jackson:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZrKw08iI/AAAAAAAAAhk/czAV62A79fE/s1600-h/1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="120" border="0" alt="120" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZroL8teI/AAAAAAAAAho/6RHuQbLW8IM/120_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry working on that smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZryLUJoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/wtn7B5hi3b4/s1600-h/1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="126" border="0" alt="126" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZsJK46tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GXEuofh8qOA/126_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZsdpTv7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/pS2JwelPEDk/s1600-h/1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="125" border="0" alt="125" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZsil50uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jve-knFQ55c/125_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&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/3257387285903760372-7627624169250333174?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7627624169250333174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7627624169250333174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7627624169250333174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-ordinary-day.html' title='Just an ordinary day'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZqR6uMSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rF6GRWYu2Sg/s72-c/116_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-446520776068372915</id><published>2010-03-07T10:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:54:20.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Dawgs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before heading back to Peoria, Brian took us all to a Husky Basketball game.  Here’s a picture of the whole family in front of Bank of America Pavilion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ2iStRzI/AAAAAAAAAik/UJ39ut5LmL8/s1600-h/3102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="310" border="0" alt="310" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ2362FyI/AAAAAAAAAio/Uua20aAscis/310_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ3OXGq6I/AAAAAAAAAis/AYSFFLc-OOE/s1600-h/3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="315" border="0" alt="315" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ3bs-D7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/yE50PMmYsMY/315_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Brandon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ3l21ZlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/gp7082slUGw/s1600-h/3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="317" border="0" alt="317" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ3yPl6VI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mXcp_qu6YkU/317_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&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/3257387285903760372-446520776068372915?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/446520776068372915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-dawgs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/446520776068372915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/446520776068372915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-dawgs.html' title='Go Dawgs!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZ2362FyI/AAAAAAAAAio/Uua20aAscis/s72-c/310_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5826263664934547155</id><published>2010-03-06T17:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:44:54.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewallen home improvement weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brian and I decided to spiff up our bathroom with a new coat of paint, a new vanity and lots of work!  We spent a majority of the day running errands with the kids.  Thankfully, the kids found ways to keep themselves entertained while we worked!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5LpwLaFmFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7vEIKVrawyU/s1600-h/photo%5B4%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="photo[4]" border="0" alt="photo[4]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5LpwSS1SsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vIGWQvOkV5c/photo%5B4%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5826263664934547155?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5826263664934547155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lewallen-home-improvement-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5826263664934547155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5826263664934547155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lewallen-home-improvement-weekend.html' title='Lewallen home improvement weekend'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5LpwSS1SsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vIGWQvOkV5c/s72-c/photo%5B4%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4824562122801731647</id><published>2010-03-06T07:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:55:16.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The boys have so much fun staying with Grandma and Grandpa.  They are never at a loss for attention or things to do.  They have my parents, cousins and both parents around to pay them all the attention in the world.  I absolutely love this picture of my dad with Charlie.  Sheer joy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZwl1p0ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FSqT08rkfI8/s1600-h/3312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="331" border="0" alt="331" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZw0r_hGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zhuK6nbAD-I/331_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZxCiicNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z030j8-ubEY/s1600-h/3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="332" border="0" alt="332" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZxRUQoyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j2wFx5xzvdg/332_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZxrOjxsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ULq8nraHZdA/s1600-h/DSC_01852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0185" border="0" alt="DSC_0185" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZxyy0IxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BKzxarroAio/DSC_0185_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZyF-UfOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XJ494Q5PC20/s1600-h/DSC_02495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0249" border="0" alt="DSC_0249" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZyZl0fUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fWd2LwCUMaU/DSC_0249_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZy6i1ApI/AAAAAAAAAic/kigSWGCv7Jw/s1600-h/DSC_02512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0251" border="0" alt="DSC_0251" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZzCdVzuI/AAAAAAAAAig/7-m26JfzvWo/DSC_0251_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&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/3257387285903760372-4824562122801731647?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4824562122801731647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandma-and-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4824562122801731647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4824562122801731647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S5PZw0r_hGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zhuK6nbAD-I/s72-c/331_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6839221542390513634</id><published>2010-03-05T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:02:53.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future NBA Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anyone who’s met Charlie knows that he LOVES – absolutely loves basketball. He really likes any type of sport that involves a ball, but basketball appears to be his favorite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He drives in the car with me and says: “shoot” when he sees a basketball hoop. If the t.v. is on he normally ignores it unless some type of sport is on. He’ll stop dead in his tracks, point to the t.v. and say “ball”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His stance is great, and he bends his knees and shoots with perfect form! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are pictures of Charlie playing basketball at my parent’s house with the basketball hoop Santa gave him for Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429JJL8lXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/SAm9S_-R9mk/s1600-h/DSC_01632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0163" border="0" alt="DSC_0163" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429JtQ7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/l4KdHovUTrY/DSC_0163_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429Jwz6UiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/li1QVbPebHo/s1600-h/DSC_01592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0159" border="0" alt="DSC_0159" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429KNdvp2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/K4vpuLuB2-g/DSC_0159_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slam dunk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429KeBTewI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KV8u4Z2_n_E/s1600-h/DSC_01622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0162" border="0" alt="DSC_0162" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429Ki8z_YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/18XK41Sz3ls/DSC_0162_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429LCHp6iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3j3eXWhPwi8/s1600-h/DSC_01602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0160" border="0" alt="DSC_0160" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429La8RcYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DLXnPL4Iyqo/DSC_0160_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shoots and scores!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6839221542390513634?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6839221542390513634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-nba-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6839221542390513634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6839221542390513634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-nba-star.html' title='Future NBA Star'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S429JtQ7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/l4KdHovUTrY/s72-c/DSC_0163_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8307840000974555116</id><published>2010-03-03T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:30:17.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewallen Christmas Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Most Christmas days we head over Brian’s parent’s house for Christmas dinner.  This year we helped celebrate Christmas with Mimi, Pappa and Uncle Bob. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C-LCZLqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CVhiUOu7TDk/s1600-h/DSC_00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0001" border="0" alt="DSC_0001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C-YGzOTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/w-Qpn03aYxM/DSC_0001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charlie playing piano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C-uhJrXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ST4_gQMpjYA/s1600-h/0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="002" border="0" alt="002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C_K4IW_I/AAAAAAAAAck/-H9Rk4l6xnc/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry cashed out from all the excitement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C_foW45I/AAAAAAAAAco/bDAZ2xyh8FU/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C_hHry4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/H-PIYs_0UUM/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanking Mimi for the present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C_wOrB8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/hHcG7szrhuc/s1600-h/0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="006" border="0" alt="006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DAeihQyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hYuC5Bas-5A/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Mimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DAoSullI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BByfAlz-V0I/s1600-h/0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="016" border="0" alt="016" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DAwGj8uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tcHaUcyPhBA/016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie testing out Danny’s kennel.  Not a bad idea eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DBSHFROI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XN0W34op9F4/s1600-h/0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DBh7C9xI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yq_7GMjFT-k/026_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Lewallen family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DBx0AixI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vQTw740wI9s/s1600-h/0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Mommy and Henry 2009" border="0" alt="Mommy and Henry 2009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DCY78qSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RijHPOPETec/033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy and Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DCjKdb4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dKPMBgLT5_w/s1600-h/0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="045" border="0" alt="045" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43DC4ISkjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9RSYiqCJ0Rc/045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tired boy…only one more party to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8307840000974555116?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8307840000974555116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lewallen-christmas-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8307840000974555116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8307840000974555116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lewallen-christmas-day-2009.html' title='Lewallen Christmas Day 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43C-YGzOTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/w-Qpn03aYxM/s72-c/DSC_0001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-575326462387942646</id><published>2010-03-03T19:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:41:50.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington State Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since we moved to Peoria, it has become our family tradition to visit Washington over Christmas. It’s always a big production, packing, flying out, staying in a full house, jumping from family to family and event to event…only to fly back and unpack it all again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year was Henry’s first Christmas. Only 3 weeks old when we flew out, and 4 weeks old by Christmas Day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CCJvEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAag/8YJ1uMrN9rU/s1600-h/DSC_00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0005" border="0" alt="DSC_0005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CCc_k7iI/AAAAAAAAAak/aA77vIrVLzA/DSC_0005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sweet little Henry Santa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CC6yWJvI/AAAAAAAAAao/sVUsQy-WT3s/s1600-h/DSC_00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0001" border="0" alt="DSC_0001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CDP2GP4I/AAAAAAAAAas/lTo7Ddya0Ks/DSC_0001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy looking tired with her little man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CDtFsHpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HeQexENCfp4/s1600-h/DSC_00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0020" border="0" alt="DSC_0020" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CD0VSrJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/5JbZoUOzWjU/DSC_0020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson, Charlie and Henry – first Christmas with all the boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CEcvH3YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MArXmScmBHY/s1600-h/DSC_00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0040" border="0" alt="DSC_0040" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CE_dOGwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JvYh2eOwOmE/DSC_0040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson showing off his wreath from the Rainier Club Santa Supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CFNmjnmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s9PsPaFZRzc/s1600-h/DSC_00432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0043" border="0" alt="DSC_0043" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CFpW-f8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/OSbxv7NAVKQ/DSC_0043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Grandpa “relaxing” after Charlie has gone to bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CFr6zBvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pF5MgYSM0pU/s1600-h/DSC_00662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0066" border="0" alt="DSC_0066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CGMVu27I/AAAAAAAAAbM/9I4mE66xC_s/DSC_0066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry on Christmas Eve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CGb4noPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2VkFYi-Yvgw/s1600-h/DSC_00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0063" border="0" alt="DSC_0063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CG1DK7HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_WrJjp_sSRY/DSC_0063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeanette, Stephanie, Leslie and Henry – watching the annual cake train decorating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CHD7j-mI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dZKgVC7Hx9w/s1600-h/DSC_00842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0084" border="0" alt="DSC_0084" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CHcUjGbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/SOtVG6phZ30/DSC_0084_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brief visit from “Santa” on Christmas eve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CHnx2k_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/EM9nYctUSFY/s1600-h/DSC_00792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0079" border="0" alt="DSC_0079" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CH-SAxxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/O5BZYSvo7J4/DSC_0079_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leslie and Henry preparing for the reading of T’was the Night Before Christmas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CIT7D6WI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BY-K8ckjkHU/s1600-h/DSC_00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0076" border="0" alt="DSC_0076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CIrG_uJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Sp9B7z2UHQ0/DSC_0076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T’was the Night Before Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CJCH2GMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZG0VJDLe_nY/s1600-h/DSC_00885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0088" border="0" alt="DSC_0088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CJXyvFZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZkSQEmMfIV0/DSC_0088_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Matthew – Hicks and Lewallen oldest boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CJvI5fXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HUUFHcL981g/s1600-h/DSC_00902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0090" border="0" alt="DSC_0090" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CKLd9E8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/l2cTQYzS-dM/DSC_0090_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“look mom! Santa brought me a gun!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CKVEgcWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/S3EqwQTbmK4/s1600-h/DSC_01112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0111" border="0" alt="DSC_0111" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CKpfgMtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cPPOuqXRk_M/DSC_0111_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson hanging the stockings with care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CLCY1BNI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JAijitmVS8I/s1600-h/DSC_01022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0102" border="0" alt="DSC_0102" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CLcM_0HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sWl8MkLpLWE/DSC_0102_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2003 cousins – Lauren, Jackson, Brandon and Sam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CLiwjkEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/z_IZoLXuVVU/s1600-h/DSC_01192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0119" border="0" alt="DSC_0119" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CMF61Y4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/j2IL7lrUV5k/DSC_0119_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hicks and Lewallens spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-575326462387942646?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/575326462387942646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/washington-state-christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/575326462387942646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/575326462387942646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/washington-state-christmas-2009.html' title='Washington State Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43CCc_k7iI/AAAAAAAAAak/aA77vIrVLzA/s72-c/DSC_0005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-375227043533698397</id><published>2010-03-03T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:37:22.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow days-- February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we enter into March I feel a sense of hope -- hope that spring will eventually arrive.  While we may not see signs of spring until late April or May, the days are getting longer.  Here are some great pictures of the boys playing in the snow last weekend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tPD28XFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/vgnJ8JjO2L0/s1600-h/044%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="044" border="0" alt="044" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tPUFuPjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YTk9Rw-2pW8/044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tP5aD7oI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0bEGMEmndEE/s1600-h/048%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="048" border="0" alt="048" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tQAOMmMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/phsAVUAkIhQ/048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duchess joins in the fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tQWOyfrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8A5bscD3-o8/s1600-h/054%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="054" border="0" alt="054" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tQuihC1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/5rAa3D8Q-sY/054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson "teaching" Charlie to throw a snowball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tRKM-x9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/x67YtdN3N7U/s1600-h/071%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="071" border="0" alt="071" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tRdhq9hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wgMi5qJwfcI/071_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snowman building&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tRgM06KI/AAAAAAAAAfs/70reZiJ_uLo/s1600-h/065%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="065" border="0" alt="065" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tRzjuahI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iSUX4f7RVZI/065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All smiles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tSQku7iI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hQ9WzgZDTAA/s1600-h/075%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="075" border="0" alt="075" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tSiNBFjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/penfY19KvEI/075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The snow is fun...but Charlie still loves basketball!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tS-CbHeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6BPUPlE0W6Y/s1600-h/083%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="083" border="0" alt="083" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tTAfzHNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7GXZw9tGCPA/083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing on the snowbank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tTrqPY_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/dr8Ov7I0sv8/s1600-h/068%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="068" border="0" alt="068" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tUFJ6JYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/n9_GE-wLsnE/068_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie had a blast.  He's little face and hands were so cold, but he didn't want to miss any of teh fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tUcjr1zI/AAAAAAAAAgM/bXLTj18CK1M/s1600-h/094%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="094" border="0" alt="094" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tUqCQkOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/o9iCpbYEw9E/094_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry stayed warm inside with mom -- smart guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tU1oi2lI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HfQZYpt3eBE/s1600-h/096%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="096" border="0" alt="096" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tVVf7T1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/iod9EQJFyWo/096_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tVjbPb8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mjGgVppsFlo/s1600-h/095%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="095" border="0" alt="095" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tVzc2q4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/98d1gxccNbg/095_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Dad starting their snow fort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-375227043533698397?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/375227043533698397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-days-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/375227043533698397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/375227043533698397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-days-february-2010.html' title='Snow days-- February 2010'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45tPUFuPjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YTk9Rw-2pW8/s72-c/044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7199940650561267785</id><published>2010-03-03T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:30:41.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s hard to believe that have entered into a new decade!  After putting the boys to bed, Brian and I were fortunate enough to ring in the new year with old friends – Moya and Don Skillman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past decade – and particularly the past few years have brought many changes for our family.  I can’t even imagine what changes the next ten years will bring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pMprAObI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XyRBXyZNqIo/s1600-h/DSC_0422%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="New Year's Eve 2009" border="0" alt="New Year's Eve 2009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pM1wzsOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/epf47gc4rPk/DSC_0422_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pNLqBybI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a2k-N2VhQTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0420%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC_0420" border="0" alt="DSC_0420" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pNS5RNRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8GHcHrqGdOw/DSC_0420_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pNv54lXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T2woK9CGm3A/s1600-h/308%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="308" border="0" alt="308" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pOGmQEfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/FfPNfqZ0pZk/308_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&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/3257387285903760372-7199940650561267785?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7199940650561267785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-years-eve-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7199940650561267785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7199940650561267785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-years-eve-2009.html' title='New Years Eve 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S45pM1wzsOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/epf47gc4rPk/s72-c/DSC_0422_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-27042684812411265</id><published>2010-03-02T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:29:27.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Growing up we use to drive to Olympia on Christmas Day to see my Grandma and Grandpa (mom’s parents) and Granny and Grandpa (dad’s parents).  Now that time has rolled on…Granny and Grandpa are no longer hosting dinner at their home.  Instead, my mom has hosted the Marshall clan for dinner the past couple of years.  Lots of work…but lots of fun and great memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43ES6BqSMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zGlzTBAPY74/s1600-h/0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="039" border="0" alt="039" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43ETS-lwFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UfvzPgcftHg/039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great Granny Marshall with Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43ET26WrcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YLeb5VbbZms/s1600-h/0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="044" border="0" alt="044" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EUBuMAoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GNdEq27wEEU/044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mommy and Charlie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EUWgGMzI/AAAAAAAAAds/lk10uAf8W6E/s1600-h/0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="049" border="0" alt="049" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EUykWXSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MNTQ8kMHzAU/049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin Jana meeting Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EUzIoayI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pplgk44cKaM/s1600-h/0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="058" border="0" alt="058" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EVQ4jrZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xv-s-sa8XDk/058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma with her new puppy -- Oliver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EV3_kL9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZP2ba7HFi7c/s1600-h/0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="054" border="0" alt="054" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EWCH1cyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/o2of6deZ-_E/054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandpa snuggling with Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EWVSIhhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iePsZBD5qNk/s1600-h/0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="055" border="0" alt="055" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EWhq24oI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hCBlwnkIfJs/055_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great Grandpa Eldon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EWxZCg5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BNQuY3jo4Vg/s1600-h/0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="051" border="0" alt="051" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EXImsItI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/iiFtyh5uLe8/051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Suzie and Erika&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EXiVA50I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hcHW0ON6mlE/s1600-h/0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="042" border="0" alt="042" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EX7rCdLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9zwoVMHyCCI/042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie trying his dental skills on Uncle Jon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EYNkz0iI/AAAAAAAAAec/ArHbPOXiWCA/s1600-h/0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="048" border="0" alt="048" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EYt9tnGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/rkcA30VeKZY/048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="066" border="0" alt="066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EY-p04fI/AAAAAAAAAek/l8zKck30AWI/066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian and Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EZfQnTMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/AjEM_tEEh08/s1600-h/0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="071" border="0" alt="071" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43EZqt5V3I/AAAAAAAAAes/xw1e-_hwq0I/071_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian, Leslie and Henry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-27042684812411265?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/27042684812411265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/marshall-christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/27042684812411265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/27042684812411265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/marshall-christmas-2009.html' title='Marshall Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S43ETS-lwFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UfvzPgcftHg/s72-c/039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7010127951559779866</id><published>2010-03-02T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:30:44.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful Halloween this year.  It is so cute to see the boys get excited as the decorations go up around the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_t-LxXvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/774guz7NbuU/s1600-h/100_30922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3092" border="0" alt="100_3092" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_uPzyexI/AAAAAAAAAYs/n1a5gFBb9As/100_3092_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jackson and Charlie matching pajamas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_usAdCJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Dujk0Y83sY0/s1600-h/CSC_00982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="CSC_0098" border="0" alt="CSC_0098" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_vMy0YDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O8KCnRjzGCA/CSC_0098_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson the vampire and Charlie the dalmation doggie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_vtDnk8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q99u0ltcc9g/s1600-h/DSC_00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0002" border="0" alt="DSC_0002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_wItnmII/AAAAAAAAAY8/viNEQ9KxCtA/DSC_0002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School Halloween parade – waving to Grandma, mommy and Charlie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_wT4AsxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0mZl5xxSXgQ/s1600-h/DSC_00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0004" border="0" alt="DSC_0004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_wxM4N1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/WZkC6pFKzu8/DSC_0004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson and Indiana Jones (a.k.a. Owen F.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_xKRs1JI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qLv_vvvtHbM/s1600-h/DSC_00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0023" border="0" alt="DSC_0023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_xUIqPsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KNHB2ZzUSJA/DSC_0023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting ready to go to Mt. Hawley’s Halloween party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_xiBnRHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Zg4Cr9LK3sM/s1600-h/DSC_0031_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0031_1" border="0" alt="DSC_0031_1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_x4GbD1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/y77zxDQSHpI/DSC_0031_1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture time on the front door step.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_yV35uTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/b7hJqcZKpow/s1600-h/DSC_0037_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0037_1" border="0" alt="DSC_0037_1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_yjDWG1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/i6-Tl5zStOQ/DSC_0037_1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outside Mt. Hawley Country Club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_y7UOJqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qo9FcN1SLME/s1600-h/DSC_00362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0036" border="0" alt="DSC_0036" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_zB4Ef1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/xc7B8jCN5IM/DSC_0036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cutest little vampire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_zYrDIDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YKoEzlmSyvo/s1600-h/DSC_00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0042" border="0" alt="DSC_0042" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_znvmqZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QqhtG-eARWs/DSC_0042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie and mommy at MHCC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_0HpqzmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sKx3Mpgjgc0/s1600-h/DSC_00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0044" border="0" alt="DSC_0044" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_0eZ683I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/z2nYaiLXqIM/DSC_0044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carving pumpkins with Grandma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_0pkD-oI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/irXdUrUaKT0/s1600-h/DSC_00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0063" border="0" alt="DSC_0063" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_01HH3AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3-1xdwAQaGU/DSC_0063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edgewild parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_1azePFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GZrzgP5B540/s1600-h/DSC_00692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0069" border="0" alt="DSC_0069" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_1iKEXAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o81CVvVrvdk/DSC_0069_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sugar rush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_2Pt8t8I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bpPM9Nz0qNI/s1600-h/DSC_00622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0062" border="0" alt="DSC_0062" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_2W1gUzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1TpG8oC3-KA/DSC_0062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy with princess Duchess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_20wOWvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ub7hCYZuJwo/s1600-h/DSC_00525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0052" border="0" alt="DSC_0052" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_3H-VpMI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PUrJkV-2NQM/DSC_0052_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dogs in costume.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_3eRD9wI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CRbDx_5iIeQ/s1600-h/DSC_00722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0072" border="0" alt="DSC_0072" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_3jcbmGI/AAAAAAAAAac/qRbL_wcArSY/DSC_0072_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy helping Jackson sort through his “loot”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7010127951559779866?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7010127951559779866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/halloween-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7010127951559779866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7010127951559779866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42_uPzyexI/AAAAAAAAAYs/n1a5gFBb9As/s72-c/100_3092_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6770224250090348358</id><published>2010-03-02T19:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:29:00.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Galena Illinois – October 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Towards the end of October my mom came out to stay with us while Brian traveled for work.   She got to spend Halloween with us and we also took a quick day trip to Galena, Illinois, which is in the Northwestern corner of Illinois. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426Dv3gRYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CjmgtoMGcHc/s1600-h/CSC_00972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="CSC_0097" border="0" alt="CSC_0097" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426EEKd-2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/h3D7ProiDRw/CSC_0097_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grandma with Jackson and Charlie in downtown Galena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426EVbW3gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Srl1eRapCNE/s1600-h/DSC_00742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0074" border="0" alt="DSC_0074" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426Em7_W3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/01ZhhjRU9X4/DSC_0074_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie and Jackson at an observation point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426ExApSRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TxiNsjsO6Oo/s1600-h/DSC_00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0076" border="0" alt="DSC_0076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426FcNIxgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Q8nuzj3sWCg/DSC_0076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson sporting a fall sweater in the heartland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426FhuKvuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_bQlu-EIYOs/s1600-h/DSC_00785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0078" border="0" alt="DSC_0078" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426F2Zw9WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7tcfhGEQ-NQ/DSC_0078_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leslie, Jackson and Charlie in Galena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426GF38irI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VFjsK19dOKA/s1600-h/DSC_00872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0087" border="0" alt="DSC_0087" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426GtrNogI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YGqLPz-z1YA/DSC_0087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys were so great on this trip!  Charlie powered through the entire day without a nap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426G71B5uI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hzRzGO-33lk/s1600-h/DSC_00895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0089" border="0" alt="DSC_0089" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426HG-TtEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sQx16SVuCA8/DSC_0089_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson standing along the harvest decorations in Galena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426HSUBeLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vth8TkQxiuk/s1600-h/DSC_00912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0091" border="0" alt="DSC_0091" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426HniUEZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EntWqzrQ08g/DSC_0091_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some scenic shots – for Jeanette she loves these types of shots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426IJqqyMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WFnHQYvnAk0/s1600-h/DSC_00922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0092" border="0" alt="DSC_0092" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426ITh61cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H3IunJ1SsLk/DSC_0092_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute little farm house and rolls of hay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426IikQsNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dk2c9JZeIgY/s1600-h/DSC_00952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0095" border="0" alt="DSC_0095" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426I8W2XAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/e7VVugXI_48/DSC_0095_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rolls of hay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426JLulEGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FghOojN1O2s/s1600-h/DSC_00882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0088" border="0" alt="DSC_0088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426JmfWIqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oq6rddOh7ZU/DSC_0088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426J2e2leI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lrGMJlidL54/s1600-h/DSC_00852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0085" border="0" alt="DSC_0085" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426KGPRz3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PvPZGErQ8f0/DSC_0085_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&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/3257387285903760372-6770224250090348358?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6770224250090348358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/galena-illinois-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6770224250090348358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6770224250090348358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/galena-illinois-october-2009.html' title='Galena Illinois – October 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S426EEKd-2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/h3D7ProiDRw/s72-c/CSC_0097_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-1234195640575607052</id><published>2010-03-02T19:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:26:25.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun – Illinois 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love the fall in Illinois.  I love our neighborhood and all the beautiful trees.  I did not, however, anticipate how many leaves exactly would fall…in the fall.  Brian and I spent some quality time raking leaves.  I think one afternoon we bagged 20 bags of leaves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42090MtqiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rgCrI6WjA6Y/s1600-h/100_31102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3110" border="0" alt="100_3110" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420-XWIIGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lVXis5OQGRI/100_3110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jackson in our neighbor’s tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420-sYBk5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ig2zkeK9ZH0/s1600-h/100_31222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3122" border="0" alt="100_3122" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420_IPmkJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bXZ6uEcSNWw/100_3122_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie in a whirlwind of leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420_VCY6fI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wWlCkqJI9r4/s1600-h/100_31202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3120" border="0" alt="100_3120" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420_jOIvFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Gi0sb8zsGpY/100_3120_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie in the backyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421AE5jn5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/gLfy2z_g9ME/s1600-h/100_31152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3115" border="0" alt="100_3115" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421ASZ-wAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X2LXwLwsqCw/100_3115_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing in the leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421AtM9QHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jtuHu3D2FNI/s1600-h/fall20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="fall 2009" border="0" alt="fall 2009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421BE3982I/AAAAAAAAAWk/MImRQcPR5Cg/fall2009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421BdfFBEI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u7Nfw-G-vf8/s1600-h/100_31052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="100_3105" border="0" alt="100_3105" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S421B91M17I/AAAAAAAAAWs/27jkGZau2to/100_3105_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie playing ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-1234195640575607052?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1234195640575607052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/fall-fun-illinois-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/1234195640575607052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/1234195640575607052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/fall-fun-illinois-2009.html' title='Fall Fun – Illinois 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S420-XWIIGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lVXis5OQGRI/s72-c/100_3110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6509388759277340194</id><published>2010-03-02T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:31:02.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodland Park Zoo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When visiting family in Washington – a home full of kids can sometimes feel like a zoo.  So…how do you escape the stress?  Go to the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; zoo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y1FvSSsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/skSKP7lPLSE/s1600-h/DSC_01292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC_0129" border="0" alt="DSC_0129" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y1RuwnQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/X7Z6MvzvwL8/DSC_0129_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jackson and Lauren – behind bars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y16AtRRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gxPXHHUZv7s/s1600-h/0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="085" border="0" alt="085" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y2IhIBMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0BdZpqJqN-A/085_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam, Jackson and Lauren monkeying around at the zoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y2t_GFEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/36eaufOBNck/s1600-h/0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="086" border="0" alt="086" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y2y27V1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UYs-sr-juEc/086_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie and Henry contained in their own little “cage”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y3ap0OkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j__wDzuLoVY/s1600-h/0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="083" border="0" alt="083" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y3rOjgWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pgHmn2-RSkQ/083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the detail our new camera captures!  Creepy lizard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y4IkmRXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tKD2uI05tS0/s1600-h/0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="088" border="0" alt="088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y4bqjr8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/x1vw_ZuaGEY/088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A true vulture (as opposed to the kids at dinner time). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y4l21mzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7hk8avViZto/s1600-h/1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="104" border="0" alt="104" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y5BeuEVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YbbSYdrj9Uw/104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin fun at the zoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y5W-kD7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/BVmkScMinx4/s1600-h/1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="106" border="0" alt="106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y5yq9J9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Mfpp-3v5p8g/106_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren, Jackson and Sam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y6IhpurI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DwF3hJ6z_IU/s1600-h/1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="103" border="0" alt="103" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y6ryHRPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C0wQLQdy8DA/103_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So long zoo!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6509388759277340194?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6509388759277340194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/woodland-park-zoo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6509388759277340194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6509388759277340194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/woodland-park-zoo-2010.html' title='Woodland Park Zoo 2010'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42y1RuwnQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/X7Z6MvzvwL8/s72-c/DSC_0129_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2418990942229715670</id><published>2010-03-02T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:31:34.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucca di Beppo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The whole family decided to go to Bucca di Beppo for some true family style dining!  Two grandparents, 3 sisters, two brothers-in-law and 8 out of 9 grandchildren/cousins!  We all had a blast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xnaE0M1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ggrt_Sx4lCA/s1600-h/CSC_0320%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Jackon and Hailey 2009" border="0" alt="Jackon and Hailey 2009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xn9LO8sI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fC4eWA_J-A/CSC_0320_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hailey giving Jackson a bit of sugar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xoDzaJjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Yub7nPImCg0/s1600-h/135%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="135" border="0" alt="135" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xovgBuDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/88eYq4635M4/135_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate in the Pope room.  Too much fun – especially for Brian and me during our Catholic conversion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xo4nD3II/AAAAAAAAAUk/V8yJtB99Wok/s1600-h/136%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="136" border="0" alt="136" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xpJQHsrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EmVvt3jxaKU/136_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keeping Charlie entertained before the food arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xpdyJHjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ccO63BQI634/s1600-h/143%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="143" border="0" alt="143" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xpsa1x3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ObWsnxb25kA/143_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren, Grandpa and Jackson!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xqMChUeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sEvdAAfWr5Q/s1600-h/142%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="142" border="0" alt="142" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xqZM_ToI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JjFXMuLHJbE/142_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma and Sam Hicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was amazing – but the company couldn’t be beat.  Looking forward to a repeat next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2418990942229715670?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2418990942229715670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucca-di-beppo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2418990942229715670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2418990942229715670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucca-di-beppo-2010.html' title='Bucca di Beppo 2010'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42xn9LO8sI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fC4eWA_J-A/s72-c/CSC_0320_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-850669522574000555</id><published>2010-03-02T17:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:08:18.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewallen Boys – Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Here are a few shots of all my boys.&amp;#160; We were searching for a good picture for our Christmas card.&amp;#160; These were taken over the course of a couple of days.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aUto1SVI/AAAAAAAAATc/NHxEGFEs_e4/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20126%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 126" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 126" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aU55Ec-I/AAAAAAAAATg/TMUGna3wNq4/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20126_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aVI4XBNI/AAAAAAAAATk/7oaiFqzm40E/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20110%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 110" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 110" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aVpcMlnI/AAAAAAAAATo/4gnPf_ZiX0A/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aV3K3SrI/AAAAAAAAATs/juHn2Ew4DAs/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20131%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 131" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 131" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aWF6ukGI/AAAAAAAAATw/M6z55gemUCA/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20131_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie and Jackson were happy here—but poor little Henry was crying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aWesu-SI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MqMWW8fmaTY/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20155%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 155" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 155" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aW_rg94I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jddNIP-_gvs/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20155_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aXM9jeqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IJgze7xhx_w/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20214%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 214" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 214" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aXdYPIeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_qOp5N_vdBk/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20214_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grandma and the boys &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aXuTYL9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/pwkbofPoXZo/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20180%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 180" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 180" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aXzALenI/AAAAAAAAAUI/f5TyYja6490/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20180_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aYKJiwLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ye5a8bDF89c/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20194%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 194" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 194" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42aYTc2r-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nbFD0TolON4/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20194_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YiRmG2JI/AAAAAAAAARc/otD8pHsfC9Q/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20083%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 083" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 083" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YitdEEaI/AAAAAAAAARg/qBsBVdd8VnM/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Henry arrives home for the first time!  Proud dad!&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YjG9AAqI/AAAAAAAAARk/tODn1VBGYpA/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20088%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 088" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 088" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YjXbmDRI/AAAAAAAAARo/aFR7jtwq3jY/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson at his Thanksgiving play.  He was a narrator.  He also got to show off his new baby brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YjsqzRzI/AAAAAAAAARs/9GjHrBp1M5o/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20093%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 093" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 093" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Yj8TK-eI/AAAAAAAAARw/wIpAPHmoi7c/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20093_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading his part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YkbiZBTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sRO9D7G9Cgs/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20097%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 097" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 097" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YkjlHORI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y3Z3oPko0Lc/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20097_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First grade cast members.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Yk1k6SrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MwiqgF_FTdE/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20134%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 134" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 134" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YlMEJ7sI/AAAAAAAAASA/5Yib1xYzFFM/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20134_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson meets Henry.  This was Jackson's first real time spent with his youngest brother.  I love how they are looking at one another.  I wish I could have bottled this moment up!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YlV0rKtI/AAAAAAAAASE/uDCOuY-BNWE/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20140%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 140" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 140" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Yl6R11fI/AAAAAAAAASI/O_O28d-1SsY/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20140_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry and Jackson reading with Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YmLznhII/AAAAAAAAASM/tAznUlrFmCU/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20146%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 146" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 146" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YmXY8l9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/7AF6zyVqRr8/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20146_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie ready for Thanksgiving dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YmtrdQfI/AAAAAAAAASU/wyg-KONyugE/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20171%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 171" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 171" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Ym5xH63I/AAAAAAAAASY/-3KnfwZ1ZUg/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20171_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson making Thanksgiving dessert with Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YnbdHGbI/AAAAAAAAASc/CSPF62GtZOY/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20173%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 173" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 173" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Ynmi-DUI/AAAAAAAAASg/6JvGVyJ4uFg/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20173_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The finished product – chocolate pilgrim hats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YnwGJXeI/AAAAAAAAASk/4RpD8wejf94/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20221%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 221" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 221" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YoDuk0pI/AAAAAAAAASo/_8w94HJJGRw/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian carving up the Turkey – yes, the house was already decorated for Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YoiQeG5I/AAAAAAAAASs/EtnzlR70xHY/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20224%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 224" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 224" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Yo4hhCMI/AAAAAAAAASw/iJpApHKpKuA/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20224_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson helped set the table with Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YpeAiXLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ioYIJeiggwY/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20226%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 226" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 226" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YpvDtyOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/G3GSbksq7Og/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20226_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie ready to eat – or destroy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YqM-FG6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Kb2MYka3vrk/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20227%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 227" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 227" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YqfRrbUI/AAAAAAAAATA/uABevpcJQzg/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20227_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giving thanks for family!  Grandma and a new baby brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YqluHAiI/AAAAAAAAATE/Yivdtg4qrcM/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20230%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 230" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 230" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42Yqzzmd8I/AAAAAAAAATI/OZJdV-SzG6U/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20230_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catholic school paying off – Jackson taking his prayer seriously.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YrTDm4oI/AAAAAAAAATM/tEDI4FJnMDQ/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20231%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 231" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 231" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YrvB5RtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/trms9e8p-c4/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20231_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dessert time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YrxjFs4I/AAAAAAAAATU/tQCVCTlFC_k/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20240%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 240" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 240" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YsVsqq3I/AAAAAAAAATY/exGIL7IXboY/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20240_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cocktail time!  Bring on Christmas!  Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-418321777584226487?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/418321777584226487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanksgiving-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/418321777584226487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/418321777584226487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42YitdEEaI/AAAAAAAAARg/qBsBVdd8VnM/s72-c/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8987931734457622390</id><published>2010-03-02T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:45:31.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Henry Thatcher Lewallen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry arrived on 11/22/09 around 8:30 in the evening.&amp;#160; He weighed 8 lbs and was 20 inches long.&amp;#160; Here are some favorite shots from his birth and Thanksgiving 2009.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42U_MDrq-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/HYd80ck-QRI/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20057%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 057" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 057" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42U_VBBapI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XbaXitsKZvw/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20057_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42U_7nrnUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/opqzfUApJ58/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20059%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 059" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 059" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VANwmDPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A9v2eESg4js/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20059_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie meeting Henry.&amp;#160; Due to the H1N1 virus, children were not allowed in the hospital to visit.&amp;#160; We snuck Charlie in one day regardless of the warnings.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VAQnDsoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FfqEd02Q0XI/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20066%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 066" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 066" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VAtNSS9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_GZhMIBXJP0/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie giving Henry some love – perhaps one of my favorite photos!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VAycofmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hH0RwyaDZoE/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20069%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 069" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 069" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VBEK6jpI/AAAAAAAAARA/bylJRjAKRhM/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20069_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grandma holding her 9th grandchild and 7th grandson!&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VBYXGkTI/AAAAAAAAARE/axSAjvjjVcc/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20072%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 072" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 072" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VBub-39I/AAAAAAAAARI/Sw1JtocTFok/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20072_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet baby Henry asleep in the hospital.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VB0BhANI/AAAAAAAAARM/LIFb59NJfuk/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20075%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 075" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 075" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VCSrMxqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DagYazjxrdY/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cuddled up in Grandma’s handmade blanket.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VCpFAS9I/AAAAAAAAARU/SYCoOi8G4BQ/s1600-h/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20079%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 079" border="0" alt="Henry Birth &amp;amp; Thanksgiving 2009 079" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42VC5PdtxI/AAAAAAAAARY/dsPhkLllTi4/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20079_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kisses from mommy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8987931734457622390?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8987931734457622390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-henry-thatcher-lewallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8987931734457622390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8987931734457622390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-henry-thatcher-lewallen.html' title='Welcome Henry Thatcher Lewallen!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42U_VBBapI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XbaXitsKZvw/s72-c/Henry%20Birth%20%26%20Thanksgiving%202009%20057_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8611212280739642266</id><published>2010-03-02T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:38:15.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been awhile since I have updated our blog.&amp;#160; I guess that’s what happens when you have two babies under the age of two.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TTCb4EhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8th1aUrmd80/s1600-h/4082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="408" border="0" alt="408" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TTcaShWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dD5nt2nQrQY/408_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Given my time constraints, I will try to post smaller posts more often.&amp;#160; This picture was taken of Jackson on Valentines Day 2010.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TTjjVbjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/K8fzVJMNAvA/s1600-h/4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="402" border="0" alt="402" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TUDc92BI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xGYDnCcYiDM/402_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charlie’s sweater said “love stinks”, which I thought was very appropriate for a little boy still in diapers.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TUhvvZgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2q19GLwqGSM/s1600-h/3992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="399" border="0" alt="399" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TU_UOyzI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9msDHYLKjNU/399_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Henry stayed warm in a cute little bear snowsuit given to him by Aunt Stephanie.&amp;#160; Looks like he’s keeping his blonde hair and blue eyes!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TVPy2AoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tFwGX_jswiU/s1600-h/4122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="412" border="0" alt="412" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TVjla8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8k0luW7O9XA/412_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As you can see from the snow piled up at our church…it’s been a cold and long winter.&amp;#160; I’m looking forward to thawing out!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the next few days I will try to get caught up and post “old” posts from Christmas 2009 and other fun events.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheers and Happy 2010!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leslie and Lew!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8611212280739642266?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8611212280739642266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/prince-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8611212280739642266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8611212280739642266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/S42TTcaShWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dD5nt2nQrQY/s72-c/408_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5887306518531814890</id><published>2009-08-19T12:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:11:52.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11f1FIdfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WExZNwOuLzY/s1600-h/Cutest+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11f1FIdfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WExZNwOuLzY/s320/Cutest+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372079120207869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Jackson's first day of first grade! I really can't believe it. It seems like yesterday that Brian and I were working and living in Wisconsin and expecting our first son. Six years later we now have Charlie and are expecting Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make last night special and relaxing. We had a sit down dinner complete with candles. Brian started to object to the candles when I reminded him that we &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to have candles for Jackson's first grade dinner! Jackson's face lit up when he realized that he was the source of all the pomp and circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice steak dinner, Brian took Jackson to the grocery store to pick out a treat -- Milk duds for Jackson and mommy! After a quick call to Grandma, Jackson was off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a little rough. Jackson came downstairs clearly stressed out. Everything was wrong from the food to his socks, shoes, belt and shirt. I kept thinking: "For goodness sake! You wear a uniform!" However, I could see that this was simply nerves and Brian and I tried to console and reassure Jackson the best we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Jackson tried telling me he couldn't go to school because he wouldn't see Charlie "&lt;em&gt;ALL &lt;/em&gt;day!" I reminded him that the first day was only a 1/2 day and that Charlie would be more than ready for him to play when we picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11NyMuI4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Z8npLgBDOQ8/s1600-h/Father+Schultz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11NyMuI4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Z8npLgBDOQ8/s320/Father+Schultz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372078810196747138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took him to school together as a family -- even Charlie. His friends all greeted him hello and he still looked so small sitting behind his desk with all his new supplies ready to go -- glue, scissors, pencils...fun! I took a mental picture of him sitting there. Still small, still innocent, still eager and willing to learn, still loving and still a child. Everyone says that time flies...so I intend not to waste a minute of it. I'll cherish my memories of today and look back on them fondly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11IRS0u2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8IdHWr7Nsh8/s1600-h/Jackson+in+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11IRS0u2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8IdHWr7Nsh8/s320/Jackson+in+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372078715464629090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jackson feels how much we love him and how proud we are of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first day of first grade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5887306518531814890?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5887306518531814890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5887306518531814890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5887306518531814890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='First Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/So11f1FIdfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WExZNwOuLzY/s72-c/Cutest+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8422498141988633390</id><published>2009-07-15T09:02:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:30:17.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon and 4th of July Fun</title><content type='html'>We decided to head out to Washington State over the 4th of July weekend this year instead of our annual early August trip.  We oacked up the car and drove up to Chicago to spend the night before flying out the next day.  Once we arrived in Chicago, Brian discovered that he had left his wallet in Peoria.  Dropping me off with the kids, Brian drove all the way back to Peoria, got his wallet and then drove back to Chicago. Seems funny now...but at the time...well, not a great way to start the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally the weather in the Seattle area is rainy towards the end of June.  Growing up, we spent all too many 4th of Julys indoors.  This year, however, we were blessed with amazing weather for our entire trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip started with Brian running the Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon.  While my parents took Jackson and Charlie down to the lakehouse in Olympia, Brian and I headed up to Jeanette and Kurt's home the night before the big race.  Brian ran the full marathon, while Jeanette and Kurt ran the 1/2.  I made my way to the I-90 bridge in the morning to greet and cheer Brian on around 10 miles.  It was a gorgeous day -- Mt. Rainier was out and I had some kid-free time to soak in all the wonderful sights and smells of the PNW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Brian to finish his 4+ hours of running, Jeanette and sunned ourselves in her backyard and got caught up.  When Brian returned, we drove down south to Olympia where my Great Aunt and Uncle on my dad's side of the family were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary.  We made the tail-end of the party and relieved my parents of the kids.  It was nice to pop into the party, as we will be missing the annual family reunion (a.k.a. the "Marshall Open") this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we had a "June birthday party" for Charlie, Jackson, Great Grandma et. al. at the lake house.  We enjoyed seeing extended family on both my mom and dad's side of the family.  The kids/cousins all enjoyed boat rides and playing in the lake and finding trouble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were spent back up in the Seattle area.  I got a bit of shopping time in with my mom and sisters, and a much-needed girl-only dinner at the Roanoke Tavern on Mercer Island(fondly nicknamed "The Rowy").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, we were headed back down to the lake to get a jump start on 4th of July fireworks.  Now that most of the kids are a bit older, fireworks are huge -- and my dad and Brian literally bought into their childhood fantasies.  The stash of pyromaniacal madness was just that -- madness.  Every evening for 4 days the kids gathered 'round and got to light off fireworks before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime rituals did not deviate much.  It was the same fun day after day -- fun in the sun, on the boat, and playing with the cousins.  The adults had their own little ritual.  After the fireworks everynight, we brought out a new game introduced by my mom:  Mexican Train dice!  Put a bunch of attorneys in a room together and the competitive juices get flowing.  I think we played until almost 1:00 a.m. one night!  Unfortunately, we chose the wrong night to stay up late.  Some type of flu bug hit us all and we were all down for the count the following day (or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of July we were sad to have to say goodbye to Stephanie, Matt, Joe, Sam and Lauren.  They all had to head back to Bend, OR before Matt's Boy Scout Camp.  We lingered around the lake for most of the day.  Brian and I took a boat ride around the lake, looking at homes and soaking up the remaining views of the PNW before our trip came to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRbzTqYsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/S8ujGZgiv4w/s1600-h/daddy+and+cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRbzTqYsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/S8ujGZgiv4w/s320/daddy+and+cw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360569363292906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRlCZanPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mluQVg5ZV9g/s1600-h/leslie+and+brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRlCZanPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mluQVg5ZV9g/s320/leslie+and+brian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360569521962392818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRr_9IinI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ks2q4MWNA5s/s1600-h/daddy+and+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRr_9IinI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ks2q4MWNA5s/s320/daddy+and+jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360569641565981298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSR1BYFwRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q6F3Qk28YEk/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSR1BYFwRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q6F3Qk28YEk/s320/the+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360569796566302994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we drove up to Tacoma, WA to my Aunt and Uncle's home.  They live on a cliff overlooking Puget Sound.  They have a pool, little golf course, gardens, and built in outdoor fireplace.  While the kids frolicked in the pool and on the golf course, we enjoyed the beautiful views of the Sound and the gourmet spread set out.  Just before the s'more dessert...tragedy struck.  The kids had been running around all evening and Brandon accidentally ran into a pipe and cut open his face.  Poor little kid was so upset that he was going to miss the fireworks because he had to go to the ER.  Jackson was devastated for him and kept saying:  "Poor Brandon" on the ride back to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSR_Eo1gVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QyJ6z-YeZAE/s1600-h/mommy+daddy+and+jacksons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSR_Eo1gVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QyJ6z-YeZAE/s320/mommy+daddy+and+jacksons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360569969240539474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSSJhlhAMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VTPpLbN3dpQ/s1600-h/mommy+and+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSSJhlhAMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VTPpLbN3dpQ/s320/mommy+and+jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570148809932994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We topped off our trip with Brian's firework finale at the lake.  Clear skies graced the night and we enjoyed the firework displays from neighboring families from across the lake.  It was a gorgeous night.  Jackson sat on the grass snuggling with Grandma and whispered:  "This is the best 4th of July &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;."  I can't imagine more gratification or thanks than having a grandchild say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end...and the next day we were off to SeaTac bright and early to head back to Peoria.  Jackson and I flew separately from Charlie and Brian.  I have to admit that after all my single travels flying with the boys, flying with just Jackson was a treat.  Entirely exhausted after all our fun we both slept a majority of the flight.  Luckily Brian and Charlie caught a direct flight to O'Hare and we were able to meet up on time for our three hour drive down to Peoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8422498141988633390?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8422498141988633390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/seattle-rock-and-roll-marathon-and-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8422498141988633390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8422498141988633390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/seattle-rock-and-roll-marathon-and-4th.html' title='Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon and 4th of July Fun'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SmSRbzTqYsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/S8ujGZgiv4w/s72-c/daddy+and+cw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7475902535561273889</id><published>2009-06-18T10:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:27:04.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days and Swim-in Movie Pool Nights</title><content type='html'>Summer is in full swing!  Since joining Mt. Hawley, going to the pool is an easy, stress-free event.  Since we walk to and from the pool, I'm not as worried about forgetting something or popping back home for a bit of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night we had our first swim meet at Mt. Hawley.  Jackson is doing well.  His strokes are great, but he still jumps instead of dives off the blocks and normally stops a few feet short of the wall to check out who is cheering him on.  We'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mt. Hawley had a "swim-in movie pool night".  The kids were allowed to bring floaties and rafts and watch the movie from the pool.  They had pizza and ice cream and played before the movie started.  With the weather getting warmer and warmer...this was perfect evening activity.  Brian stayed with Jackson after Charlie decided he had enough and was ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings are great during the summer as well!  Jackson is working on a workbook "Wake Up Brain".  He's asked to do 5 pages a day to earn a star.  Once he reaches 30 stars, he can pick out a new DS or Wii game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are actually double booked with a swim meet and a t-ball game!  Since thunderstorms are predicted...we may not be attending either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7475902535561273889?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7475902535561273889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-days-and-swim-in-movie-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7475902535561273889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7475902535561273889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-days-and-swim-in-movie-pool.html' title='Summer Days and Swim-in Movie Pool Nights'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3562822228172930695</id><published>2009-06-16T11:22:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:53:42.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Vist, Oral Surgery and Mt. Hawley</title><content type='html'>Grandma came out to visit just in time to see Jackson's last front baby tooth. Jackson had to have oral surgery last week to remove to extra upper teeth. He did fantastic. He slept through the entire thing. When he came to, he was a bit upset about the numbness and his big lip...but all in all he was a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, however, I found it very difficult to see my little boy with a fat lip and bloody mouth. I had to walk away for a minute to regain my composure. I truly believe that when kids get hurt, the parents feel more pain than their kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jackson was recuperating, we got ready for Charlie's first birthday! He had a great day and went to town demolishing the cupcakes we enjoyed on his special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weekend approached, Brian and I decided to bite the bullet and join Mt. Hawley Country Club. The club is in walking distance (1 min. 6 sec), has 3 brand-new pools, and an outstanding swim team! What more could we ask for! We enjoyed Friday and Sunday lounging by the pool. We are hoping that the weather improves so we can enjoy the new facility more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKgEIElrI/AAAAAAAAANA/ys9ayVXK1lw/s1600-h/daddy+relaxing+at+mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKgEIElrI/AAAAAAAAANA/ys9ayVXK1lw/s320/daddy+relaxing+at+mh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965734737974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian enjoyed himself in the sunken benches near the bridge and the diving pool. He also had his share of turns on the diving board and slide (a.k.a. "rocket").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKZe8MqjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/prSNxAED2nY/s1600-h/c+and+mom+at+mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKZe8MqjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/prSNxAED2nY/s320/c+and+mom+at+mh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965621676845618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more of my time down by the baby pool, which is a zero gravity pool. It has fun bubblers and fountains for the kids and is also next to the snack bar, which makes it so the moms and toddlers aren't so isolated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKz_aY02I/AAAAAAAAANY/5y54huvHReg/s1600-h/goggle+boys+mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKz_aY02I/AAAAAAAAANY/5y54huvHReg/s320/goggle+boys+mh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966077070005090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lap pool has a little basketball hoop for the boys to play with. Brian and Jackson had a blast -- in fact I'm not sure if Brian didn't enjoy himself more than Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKvm9mVKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OdzJoThc4J4/s1600-h/grandma+and+j+watergun+mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKvm9mVKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OdzJoThc4J4/s320/grandma+and+j+watergun+mh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966001787327650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma got into the fun as well. She blasted Jackson with the water gun numerous times and watched him play on the bouncy toys and train rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKqCWCxII/AAAAAAAAANI/2ZmrAoNqZeQ/s1600-h/l+and+boys+mt.+hawley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKqCWCxII/AAAAAAAAANI/2ZmrAoNqZeQ/s320/l+and+boys+mt.+hawley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965906058396802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...the pool area is fantastic and we look forward to spending many fun days poolside at Mt. Hawley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we all headed off to Jackson's t-ball game at the Peoria Christian Center. Jackson did very well and Brian helped out with the coaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfK8B3a7zI/AAAAAAAAANg/hXz6GXG58BI/s1600-h/daddy+and+J+tball+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfK8B3a7zI/AAAAAAAAANg/hXz6GXG58BI/s320/daddy+and+J+tball+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966215167602482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids enjoyed practicing their "sliding" skills -- whether it was to home base or first. They slid into every base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLRmSb5nI/AAAAAAAAANo/QMEhpATyroc/s1600-h/sliding+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLRmSb5nI/AAAAAAAAANo/QMEhpATyroc/s320/sliding+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966585721841266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we enjoyed some KFC on the picnic table (yes...pregnancy craving) and watched Jackson play on the toys. The kids were also allowed to bowl that night at the Christian Center. That was a nice surprise! What was even more surprising, however, was how well Grandma bowled! She kicked every one's butt! She got a strike almost every time! We saw her competitive side last night! Go Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLkqrIZxI/AAAAAAAAANw/hDWs4PzDE_w/s1600-h/grandma+bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLkqrIZxI/AAAAAAAAANw/hDWs4PzDE_w/s320/grandma+bowling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966913316677394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma won with dad in close second and mommy and Jackson tied for third place. We had fun smack-talking and trying to beat one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLxvsW6SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bct1EnerIxE/s1600-h/j+bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfLxvsW6SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bct1EnerIxE/s320/j+bowling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967138002299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Grandma's last day and we are sad. We went to Mt. Hawley for swim practice and then are heading off to lunch before dropping her off at the airport. We will miss her...but look forward to our trip to Washington at the end of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3562822228172930695?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3562822228172930695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandmas-vist-oral-surgery-and-mt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3562822228172930695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3562822228172930695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandmas-vist-oral-surgery-and-mt.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Vist, Oral Surgery and Mt. Hawley'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjfKgEIElrI/AAAAAAAAANA/ys9ayVXK1lw/s72-c/daddy+relaxing+at+mh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-824855428636073755</id><published>2009-06-08T14:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:42:58.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVr43sx_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QKf48p1Xges/s1600-h/jackson+last+pic+of+front+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 63px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVr43sx_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QKf48p1Xges/s320/jackson+last+pic+of+front+tooth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626188781963250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I were blessed to have both of our boys born in June.  My mom use to tell Jackson that he was her "June Angel", so now that Charlie also shares a June birthday, Jackson informs everyone that he and Charlie are &lt;em&gt;BOTH &lt;/em&gt;June Angels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves to chat, and if given the opportunity, he'll talk for hours and hours.  Flights are especially good times for Jackson as he normally has a captive audience.  No where to run as I like to say.  By the end of the flight, the poor soul seated next to us will have all sorts of information about our family -- our dog names, the kids' birthdays, his school, his friends, his grandma...you name it and he'll talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one recent flight, Jackson discovered that the little "friend" seated behind us also had a June birthday.  He promptly declared that this little girl was also a "June Angel".  So sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is a special time for us all.  Brian and I are celebrating seven years of marriage this year!  My parents, still setting the bar high, are celebrating 41 years (we share the same anniversary).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thrilled that my mom is coming to visit us tomorrow!  She will be here for Jackson's oral surgery and Charlie's first birthday.  Jackson is beyond thrilled and asked me today if grandma "could stay like for 5 weeks!".  His eyes lit up yesterday when we told him that Grandma's going to share his room with him.  He said:  "Yeah...I'm going to be a snuggle bunny with her.  I'm going to sneak down to her bed, wrap my arms around her.  Then she's going to say 'can you move over a bit honey?'...I just love that!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie will no doubt love the visit too.  Like Jackson, Charlie is a people person and hasn't met a stranger.  He smiles at everyone and is just now starting to wave.  He's been "walking" since about 10 1/2 months, but in the past few days he's really taken off.  He walks everywhere, which means he's into everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaViM7YDYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i20obGEBE6M/s1600-h/charlie+outside+first+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaViM7YDYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i20obGEBE6M/s320/charlie+outside+first+b-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626022367399298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVmGlctZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sqsiZ_rUKnc/s1600-h/first+birthday+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVmGlctZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sqsiZ_rUKnc/s320/first+birthday+cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626089384293778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much going on, we are looking forward to celebrating all the blessings we have in our lives this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVdptKIpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DOxG8Kpcdg4/s1600-h/charlie+first+b-day+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 63px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVdptKIpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DOxG8Kpcdg4/s320/charlie+first+b-day+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625944193049234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-824855428636073755?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/824855428636073755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/824855428636073755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/824855428636073755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-angels.html' title='June Angels'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SjaVr43sx_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QKf48p1Xges/s72-c/jackson+last+pic+of+front+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-8967098089584300013</id><published>2009-05-28T09:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:39:47.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitute Teachers and Other Miscellaneous Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lnF8H_BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/szVwqJUo7BY/s1600-h/J+practicing+t-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lnF8H_BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/szVwqJUo7BY/s320/J+practicing+t-ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888299135826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Brian have been spending some great time outside playing t-ball! Jackson loves to play with Brian and it is wonderful to have that special one-on-one time. We also got to see Jackson perform at his Joy Notes recital! The kids sang, danced, and played their songs on the piano. What a treat! Jackson played "Fog" and did a wonderful job. He even took a bow at the end of his performance. Ms. Diane has such a wonderful program and Charlie is already on the wait list for the 2011 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lf3DezjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KNQqjhmrV8w/s1600-h/Jackson+and+Ms.+Diane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lf3DezjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KNQqjhmrV8w/s320/Jackson+and+Ms.+Diane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888174881066546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lZtSa1RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0_7qO82umZE/s1600-h/Jackson+recital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lZtSa1RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0_7qO82umZE/s320/Jackson+recital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888069180151058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Charlie...he is growing like a weed! He's standing by himself and taking a few steps here and there, but then decides it would be faster to crawl. The kid is fast! He has a ton of hair and most people think he's two, rather than almost one! Here are a couple of before and after hair cut pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lM-hEF7I/AAAAAAAAALw/ddpweOZHRs8/s1600-h/charlie+baseball+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lM-hEF7I/AAAAAAAAALw/ddpweOZHRs8/s320/charlie+baseball+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887850466678706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lSv4qOEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PRGR2P_H0g4/s1600-h/charlie+hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lSv4qOEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PRGR2P_H0g4/s320/charlie+hair+cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887949618329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is coming to an end soon. The other day, Jackson informed me that he's had a substitute teacher the past few days. I said: "really?" (Not really caring much). He said: "yeah...she's &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;catholic too". I asked what he meant by "&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;catholic" -- thinking she prayed more than Mrs. Carlson, but instead he said: "she'll send you right down to the office--without even turning your number over!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know that even at age 5 almost 6, Jackson is equating strictness with being Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the lines of being Catholic, Jackson has informed me he wants us to have 4 boys and 2 girls. Today...he added onto that number and said he wants us to have 10 kids. At that point, I told him that we're most likley going to be satisfied with three, but that when he finds nice girl to marry, he and his wife can have 10 children if they wish. I'm not sure he grasped that concept...but that's okay by me. He has plenty of time to worry about getting married and having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the last full day of school. The children have mass tomorrow and then are dismissed for the summer. Thankfully, the weather is reporting a sunny and 80 degree day tomorrow, so I'm packing up the car in the morning and taking the kids to the pool after school gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June will be a busy month for us. Brian and I celebrate our 7th anniversary on June 8th. My mom arrives on the 9th just in time for Jackson's oral surgery on the 10th. On June 11th, Charlie turns one! My...how time flies. Just after we've recovered from Charlie's birthday, Jackson will turn 6 on the 22nd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have several trips planned for the summer. We'll head back to WA to visit with family and we're hoping to make it to the Lake of the Ozarks one weekend and the Iowa State fair another weekend. Beyond that, we're hoping the weather cooperates and we can spend a quality time at the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-8967098089584300013?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8967098089584300013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/substitute-teachers-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8967098089584300013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/8967098089584300013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/substitute-teachers-and-other.html' title='Substitute Teachers and Other Miscellaneous Stories'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sh6lnF8H_BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/szVwqJUo7BY/s72-c/J+practicing+t-ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2962637230139396690</id><published>2009-05-13T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:00:39.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!  Jackson's first t-ball practice</title><content type='html'>Along with soccer, Jackson now has t-ball twice a week (and soon summer swimming too!). His first t-ball practice was on a beautiful spring day in Peoria. Mom, dad and Charlie came to help and cheer him on (despite the feet of freshly mowed grass, which was killing mom's allergies!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is playing t-ball through the Christian Center. It is a wonderful program. They start and end with a prayer and also have bible verses to memorize each week. They also encourage parental involvement and practice. It was great. As parents, we learned drills to practice with our kids to help them with the fundamentals of t-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They divided up the kids into two teams: the Rays and the Pirates. We were thrilled when Jackson got assigned to the Pirate Team! Ahoy! He got his new shirt and cap, and this weekend we'll be getting his pants, batting helmet, bag and other necessities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SgrRVeLEKZI/AAAAAAAAALg/S_nfjt0KnNI/s1600-h/Jackson+t-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SgrRVeLEKZI/AAAAAAAAALg/S_nfjt0KnNI/s320/Jackson+t-ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335306875380705682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's coach is a member of St. Vincent's and plays Basketball with Brian on Sunday evenings. There are a few other classmates of Jackson's on the team, which makes it fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is fascinated with Jackson and his friends. I've noticed that Charlie loves to play with balls -- in the bathtub and elsewhere. He also likes to throw things and then chase after the object. The baseball was an instant hit with Charlie and he had a blast playing "catch" with mommy while Jackson and daddy did their drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SgrReeHlDQI/AAAAAAAAALo/jcDiwB1pri0/s1600-h/charlie+with+baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SgrReeHlDQI/AAAAAAAAALo/jcDiwB1pri0/s320/charlie+with+baseball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335307029984906498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having fun with all of Jackson's activities and we are trying to stay on top of his busy schedule. T-ball goes through June and summer YMCA swim team starts up soon. We can't wait. Jackson will have practice every morning (except in cases of thunderstorms). Looks as though our summer will be swim team in the morning, pool in the afternoon and t-ball practice/games in the evening. Not a bad life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2962637230139396690?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2962637230139396690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-ball-jacksons-first-t-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2962637230139396690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2962637230139396690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-ball-jacksons-first-t-ball.html' title='Play Ball!  Jackson&apos;s first t-ball practice'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SgrRVeLEKZI/AAAAAAAAALg/S_nfjt0KnNI/s72-c/Jackson+t-ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6705704139025910955</id><published>2009-05-11T12:32:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:01:21.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S'more fun and Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghjVAS667I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qrZ5TnuOgF0/s1600-h/s%27more+fun+with+mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghjVAS667I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qrZ5TnuOgF0/s320/s%27more+fun+with+mommy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622971128114098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghiOna3gEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ag1NTaW7htA/s1600-h/Brian+and+Jack+with+saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghiOna3gEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ag1NTaW7htA/s320/Brian+and+Jack+with+saw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334621761859715138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I decided to get a patio set this year so we could really enjoy the warmer Midwestern springs and summer. In June the fireflies grace us with their fiery dances and Jackson spends hours trying to chase them down. We also splurged on a new fire pit, which has turned out to be the best decision we made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night Jackson begs Brian to light a fire so he can make s'mores. Despite the wicked allergy season, we all venture outside for our new evening ritual. The ipod comes outside and Jackson usually shows us his new "moves" while eating s'mores. The dogs also join in the fun and chase each other around the house while we have our family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghicXBC_oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Rm7p4x1CVYc/s1600-h/Duke+joins+the+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghicXBC_oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Rm7p4x1CVYc/s320/Duke+joins+the+fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334621997974617730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night after soccer practice, Jackson really wanted to light the fire. We agreed and the s'mores ensued. We were all enjoying ourselves when Brian noticed Jackson furtively trying to sneak off to his "special" spot in the yard, where he relieves himself in emergency situations. Brian told Jackson that if he needed to use the potty to go inside. Jackson denied having to use the potty and instead informed us that he "was just looking for a quiet place to pray." Needless to say, in less than 5 minutes Jackson was running to use the toilet inside. I sure hope he had a good conversation with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghiVe-Ct0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ya6PCfqXpr4/s1600-h/after+s%27mores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghiVe-Ct0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ya6PCfqXpr4/s320/after+s%27mores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334621879850415938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mother's Day, Brian took us to the Pere Marquette Hotel for Mother's Day Brunch. We had a fantastic time. While waiting in line, Jackson informed the hotel staff that he was wearing a tie that his Grandma got him. "It has bees on it and she loves bees." He also told them all about Grandma's favorite color and his school. Later that night on the phone with Grandma, Jackson told her she could be called the "Queen Bee". No doubt this kid understands how to score points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sghje_Tn4AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/X5X7QRvVEWU/s1600-h/all+dressed+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sghje_Tn4AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/X5X7QRvVEWU/s320/all+dressed+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334623142661316610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlnRbh7bI/AAAAAAAAALY/L7kHLU4il2E/s1600-h/mother%27s+day+at+Pere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlnRbh7bI/AAAAAAAAALY/L7kHLU4il2E/s320/mother%27s+day+at+Pere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334625483988528562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunch was amazing! They had every type of food imaginable! Jackson immediately identified the items he wanted -- waffles and cheesecake. Since he eats well during the week and never has issues with his vegetables, we are more than happy to indulge him on special occasions. And boy did he indulge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghkBwg9LVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3Fp8gdajsgI/s1600-h/I+want+waffles!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghkBwg9LVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3Fp8gdajsgI/s320/I+want+waffles!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334623739986128210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly started to lose my appetite watching Jackson inhale his waffle followed by TWO pieces of cheesecake. I waited...and finally, after taking a few bites of his chocolate eclair, Jackson informed me he didn't feel well. I can only imagine! Those types of lessons are best learned first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sghk1AyuqjI/AAAAAAAAALA/s1oXc61-c3g/s1600-h/more+sweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sghk1AyuqjI/AAAAAAAAALA/s1oXc61-c3g/s320/more+sweets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334624620528970290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie opted for a more savory than sweet menu and enjoyed his first omelet with Brian. He also loved the hash browns and bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlIwvkYAI/AAAAAAAAALI/8Uj32d9a9lQ/s1600-h/Charlie%27s+first+omlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlIwvkYAI/AAAAAAAAALI/8Uj32d9a9lQ/s320/Charlie%27s+first+omlet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334624959818129410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the sugar coma induced by so many sweets, Jackson did not lose any of his own sweetness. He was polite to the staff and sweet to his mommy. Both Jackson and Charlie are quite the little charmers! Whenever Charlie gets attention, Jackson promptly stands up and introduces himself as Charlie's big brother and waits for his own compliments. I'm happy that he is no wall flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian planned the entire day, which was a gift in and of itself. However, he also surprised me with a diamond cross necklace and made the day extra special -- especially after our recent Cursillo weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlUZvah5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SRb59HxAFXI/s1600-h/sweet+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghlUZvah5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SRb59HxAFXI/s320/sweet+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334625159801898898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at church and at brunch with my three boys -- Brian, Jackson and Charlie, I truly felt blessed. This time next year, God-willing, I will have another reason to feel blessed!  The question is will I have three little boys or a little girl?  Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6705704139025910955?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6705704139025910955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/smore-fun-and-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6705704139025910955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6705704139025910955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/smore-fun-and-mothers-day.html' title='S&apos;more fun and Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SghjVAS667I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qrZ5TnuOgF0/s72-c/s%27more+fun+with+mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6111255805813583098</id><published>2009-05-04T10:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:07:51.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Flowers</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that we survived the Midwestern winter. Locals say this year was "brutal", but I believe the past three winters have been less than kind to us Northwestern transplants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By February I start looking for signs of spring. I can't help it. I'm use to the Northwest springs that come early. In Peoria, spring literally does not arrive until LATE April (if it's a good year), or May at best. However, this year's winter did produce one great thing -- another baby! We are expecting baby #3 in late November/early December of 2009. We are thrilled. Charlie and the baby will be 18 months apart, keeping me very busy -- but extraordinarily blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that spring has sprung...we are enjoying it full-force! Jackson is playing soccer twice a week. Brian is the coach and we are having a blast. Charlie and I get to cheer on the sidelines, while Jackson and his school buddies have fun. In another week, Jackson will start t-ball.  I'm anxious to participate in some more cheering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sf8PqH1MoAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FYqbEVgAZG8/s1600-h/soccer+jml+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sf8PqH1MoAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FYqbEVgAZG8/s320/soccer+jml+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331997700161052674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to buy new patio furniture now that we have a new grill and are looking forward to eating outside. We also bought a fire pit, which Jackson promptly injured himself with the first night we tried it out. I'm sure Jackson will not touch the top of a fire pit again. Some lessons have to be learned the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sf8QFBIf25I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3eYC1V3Cwl8/s1600-h/charlie+outside+spring+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sf8QFBIf25I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3eYC1V3Cwl8/s320/charlie+outside+spring+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998162219424658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and I are taking advantage of the warmer weather. Rather than hitting the gym every morning, we're hitting the pavement and taking nice long walks through the neighborhood. It's so nice to get out early before it gets too warm. I love seeing everyone working in their yards and catching up on home improvement projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that there is only a few more weeks left of school! I'm excited for the pool to open up. Charlie seems to have taken to the water like a fish and Jackson loves playing with all his friends at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also excited for a visit from Grandma Marshall!  Jackson has to have surgery on his mouth in June.  He has two extra upper teeth, which need to be extracted.  He will have to be put under for the operation and they will remove his other upper baby tooth.  No doubt this will be painful...so we're bringing in the best pain medication known to mankind -- Grandma!  With all her pampering, story reading, snuggling and love Jackson will surely make a full recovery in no time flat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Happy Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6111255805813583098?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6111255805813583098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6111255805813583098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6111255805813583098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-flowers.html' title='May Flowers'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/Sf8PqH1MoAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FYqbEVgAZG8/s72-c/soccer+jml+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6751517782249045734</id><published>2009-04-10T11:45:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:44:28.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2009'/><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeKSnWYLKkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8lL5ANSctgE/s1600-h/2009+easter+family+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeKSnWYLKkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8lL5ANSctgE/s320/2009+easter+family+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323978914224876098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is always so much fun. However, it is always a bit sad because we are not with our extended family. Back in Seattle, we would celebrate Easter with the Rainier Club Easter Bunny Brunch. It is a fantastic event complete with pony rides, face painting, gourmet food, and a visit with the Easter Bunny. The Rainier Club always goes all out -- the club is transformed into a virtual "candy land" for kids -- and grown up kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we celebrated Easter in Nashville, TN. While we had "fun" doing an Easter egg hunt in the hotel room, we were determined to make this year's Easter extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two kids now, I bought enough Easter candy for the entire neighborhood. I wanted the kids baskets to overflow with candy. However, I bought the candy about a week before Easter and although Brian did his best to hide the candy, Jackson "accidentally" stumbled upon the hidden stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were getting ready one morning Jackson came up to our bathroom and announced he found the candy. I was devastated that he may "find out" the truth before his time, but Brian and I did some quick thinking. Brian told Jackson that because of the economy, the Easter Bunny's budget has been slashed and that mom and dad helped out with buying some of the candy. Even though we were helping the Easter Bunny out with the candy, the Easter Bunny still brings the gifts, more candy and hides all the eggs...&lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;kids are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shared with Jackson what happened to me when I was a little girl. Being the curious (a.k.a. sneaky) kid I was, I went searching for Easter candy and gifts. Low and behold I found the secret stash under my mom and dad's bed. &lt;em&gt;JACKPOT&lt;/em&gt;! I found the Belle stuffed animal toy I really wanted and loads of candy. Not being able to contain myself, I shared the news with my sister Jeanette and firmly warned her &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;to tell my older sister, Stephanie. Jeanette didn't listen, and of course, Stephanie ratted us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning arrived and Stephanie's Easter basket was literally overflowing with candy. Jeanette and my basket contained a few measly little jelly beans -- a visual lesson in the consequences of snooping. Needless to say...I never snooped again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's eyes widened when I told him the story and I told him that I hope the same misfortune does not happen to him.  Needless to say...I still think he inherited the snooping gene from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Egg dying was fun. Jackson pestered me relentlessly for hours to dye eggs.  I finally caved in and we made some pretty neat eggs.  Charlie watched with delight and I can't wait for him to help out is big brother next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_IpdZzBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8KIwzTyCS5I/s1600-h/100_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_IpdZzBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8KIwzTyCS5I/s320/100_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324168602282740754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_oncin3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/iTmqBOmXqxg/s1600-h/100_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_oncin3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/iTmqBOmXqxg/s320/100_2354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324169151498067826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we hit the Wildlife Prairie State Park Easter Bunny Brunch/Egg hunt. While it could never compare to the Rainier Club...it was still a ton of fun for the kids. The brunch was good and they had an Easter Bunny and even some skunks to see too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_4FnypZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K0MLmjBDIzA/s1600-h/100_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeM_4FnypZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K0MLmjBDIzA/s320/100_2368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324169417296356754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Brian helped the Easter Bunny write out clues to find the hidden Easter baskets. I absolutely LOVE his clues from the Hippity Hop Corporation. His clues are footnoted with a bunch of hold harmless clauses, which I find hilarious. I hope to save them all and share them with the boys when they are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religiously, Brian and I attended Maundy Thursday and watched the priests reenact the foot washing at the Last Supper. We also attended the Easter Vigil service on Saturday night sans kids, and then hit the 9:00 service on Sunday morning with the kids. Charlie slept through most of the Easter service. Thank goodness we had grandma's blanket! He can't sleep without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we we rushed home to throw the ham in the oven, do a quick clean, set the table and get the rest of the food ready before the Shanahans joined us for Easter dinner. Meredith (2nd grade) and Jack (pre-K) and Jackson (Kindergarten), all ran around outside searching for more eggs that Brian and John hid. The weather was nice enough that the kids could continue to play outside while the adults enjoyed their dinner. It was great -- ham, green bean casserole, BLT smashed potatoes and brussell sprouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the clean-up, John showed us how to make ham stock with the ham hock. I'm off to the store today to buy carrots, onions and split peas to make homemade soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we couldn't be with extended family, we made the most out of this Easter. Next year should be even more special, as Brian and I intend to go through RCIA at St. Vincents and convert to Catholicism. Our first communion will be next year on Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6751517782249045734?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6751517782249045734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6751517782249045734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6751517782249045734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SeKSnWYLKkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8lL5ANSctgE/s72-c/2009+easter+family+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5827333198124265856</id><published>2009-03-29T11:48:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:50:08.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Update--Palm Springs etc.</title><content type='html'>Recently I traveled to Palm Springs, California with my two boys. We met my parents at the Oasis Resort -- a beautiful resort nestled in the Valley with magnificent views of the canyons. Jackson calls it "the Hawaii place" because of all the Palm Trees. It truly is a bit of paradise -- especially after enduring a long Midwestern winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Brian was not able to join us, so I flew solo with the boys. Jackson is a good traveler, but Charlie gets a bit frustrated having to sit still for four hours. A small price to pay for a week of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our condo this year was great -- right by the pool, which was convenient with Charlie in tow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqB8Za6S6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7p3jAZg9IM/s1600-h/417524289209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqB8Za6S6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7p3jAZg9IM/s320/417524289209_0_BG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321708784307555234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was worried that Charlie would require a lot of attention by way of constant entertainment, but he took to the water like a fish! I was amazed. He would float on his back without fussing at all. He loved to be held by others in the water and created a new game for himself by kicking his feet and moving his floaty towards the pool balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqCFoDjpiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ocBf36e9Y5g/s1600-h/219314289209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqCFoDjpiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ocBf36e9Y5g/s320/219314289209_0_BG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321708942854956578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, like Charlie, loves the water too! With 80+ degree weather everyday, he spent most of his time in the water. Since the prominent age group of guests at the pool hovered around the mid 60's, Jackson made "friends" with everyone. The ladies who liked to have their social hour in the pool with their noodles giggled when Jackson floated up on his inflatable lizard and said: "Hi girls!". I certainly hope that a little 5 year old boy calls me a "girl" when I'm in my golden years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there were a few other kids near Jackson's age. He created all sorts of games with rules, which oddly favored his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd spend the entire day at the pool, head back to the codo, clean up, head out for some putt putt golf or shopping and then cook a nice BBQ meal. By the end of dinner, Jackson was normally falling asleep in his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqEikg7r9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JRzDgH8Y0Vc/s1600-h/grandma+and+Jackson+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqEikg7r9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JRzDgH8Y0Vc/s320/grandma+and+Jackson+fountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321711639143886802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the trip we headed NW towards Anaheim, CA to Disneyland. The weather couldn't have been better. We had a fantastic time, and Charlie got to ride his first Dubmo ride and Jungle Cruise. Perhaps the most exciting event was getting stuck in the haunted mansion with Jackson for 1/2 an hour. We were freezing, but luckily we were stuck in a car and not in that crowded room. I think I would have passed out from having to stand that long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqES-kYjzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bkb7WfmHXx4/s1600-h/charlie+carrasole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqES-kYjzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bkb7WfmHXx4/s320/charlie+carrasole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321711371259776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson went up in the tree house with Grandpa and enjoyed the Tiki Room with Grandma and Charlie. I actually got to ride the "new" Indiana Jones ride, which I thought was overrated. We all rode the Buzz Lightyear ride and I kicked butt with my razor-sharp shooting skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqFLXKOrXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/S5R4fBHr5Pg/s1600-h/Magical+Kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqFLXKOrXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/S5R4fBHr5Pg/s320/Magical+Kingdom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321712339933638002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we enjoyed all the rides, I really can't wait for Jackson to be old enough to go (and go willingly) on Thunder Mountain. It is my favorite ride! However, he did ride the Toon Town rollercoaster this year without completely freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day we were all exhausted. Poor Jackson couldn't even walk! My dad had to carry him out of the park on his shoulders. We just missed the night parade and fireworks...but we left on a good note while everyone was relatively still intact.  Jackson literally fell asleep as soon as we got in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqFemkACbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U33yP8mabyw/s1600-h/Grandpa%27s+shoulders+disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqFemkACbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U33yP8mabyw/s320/Grandpa%27s+shoulders+disney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321712670485776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the rest of our trip relaxing by the pool. I have to admit that I DREADED having to leave. I loved being able to run in the mornings with the cool air and the smell of orange blossoms. Lounging pool-side, soaking up the sun and family time just can't be beat! Sign me up for &lt;em&gt;2 &lt;/em&gt;weeks next year!  I'm seriously hoping Brian will finally join us all next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqEu4C8DiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kx8T0JRCp7w/s1600-h/quality+time+with+Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqEu4C8DiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kx8T0JRCp7w/s320/quality+time+with+Grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321711850545221154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to Peoria, we were thrilled to see Brian. However, since our return, it has snowed twice. The last of the snow was April 6, 2009. I'm beginning to think that this is the perpetual winter like The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. To make matters worse, we all wound up sick -- at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting healthy, our family has been busy with the business of life. We have been fostering two cats for the past month, but I'm sad to say that their time is up. As sweet as they are, we really don't need anymore mouths to feed or poop to clean up. Maybe when the boys are older and the dogs have died -- maybe then we'll consider getting a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of CAT, Brian's been busy at work and we are thankful for that! Brian went through a Crusillo weekend a few weeks ago and had an amazing experience. I'm looking forward to my Crusillo weekend coming up at the end of the month. I've been doing some research and background reading and am excited about the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's soccer season is about to start. Brian is the coach and I can't wait to see the madness of a bunch of Kindergarten kids running around on a field. Charlie and I will be sitting on the sidelines cheering them on and making sure they run in the right direction. He also has T-ball coming up soon. I'm interested to see which sport he likes better -- although I'm convinced that whichever team has more girls on it, will be the "sport" Jackson likes best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is growing and growing. 20lbs at his last visit! He's also in the 85% for height. I'd like to say I had something to do with his height, but who am I kidding? He has 4 teeth on top and two plus on the bottom. He LOVES to suck his thumb and can't fall asleep without the blanket my mom made for him.  He's as sweet as pie and you can't resist snuggling him when he looks at you with his big eyes. I also think that Charlie has a bit of an impish sense of humor (like Jackson). His eyes literally twinkle with I say "NO" and the corners of his mouth turn up into a devilish grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "real" spring break is this week -- Holy week. I have the challenge of trying to keep both boys busy and alive. Today we went to Fired Up - A Pottery Painting Place with friends. We picked out some tiles, a plate and a cross. While we had "fun" painting, I was EXHAUSTED afterwards. Jackson's plate is &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. I will save it for him when he gets married. Heck...I might even insist that he put it up in his home. I cringed the entire time he painted that plate and just about lost it when he "wrote" his name. It may just be the sorriest looking plate ever. Something only a mother (or a grandmother) could love. Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SduDvAuC5aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dM0QWctoHOc/s1600-h/Fired+Up+2009"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SduDvAuC5aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dM0QWctoHOc/s320/Fired+Up+2009" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992228338591138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week we'll keep busy with a movie, some art projects and maybe a "do nothing" day (Those are the worst because it means mommy is constantly cleaning up and not enjoying a do nothing day for herself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise...I'm still "training" for the Geist 1/2 marathon on May 16th.  It's slow-going especially with all the sickness and activities.  I'm determined to try my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our spring update for now.  Perhaps we'll have more news to share in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5827333198124265856?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5827333198124265856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-update-palm-springs-etc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5827333198124265856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5827333198124265856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-update-palm-springs-etc.html' title='Spring Break Update--Palm Springs etc.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SdqB8Za6S6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7p3jAZg9IM/s72-c/417524289209_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3992441611504439092</id><published>2009-03-05T20:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:44:33.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring 2009'/><title type='text'>Midwestern Spring Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I consider myself a Midwestern "transplant". Although we've been here nearly three years (and spent a year in Wisconsin), I'm still amazed at the different weather patterns of the two regions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the PNW we sort of ease into spring, which then creeps into summer and lasts a wee bit longer into autumn, before easing on into the winter. It is a gentle transition without much fanfare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Midwest, the weather seems to prefer a stage. In late winter/early spring we get a smattering of spring tease days before Mother Nature kicks another few feet of snow on anticipating hearts. We thaw, and freeze -- thaw and freeze until spring finally arrives. You know spring has &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;arrived when it stays light out later in the evening, when your neighbors venture out past the mailbox and you see the shoots of daffodils in late March or early April (those same daffodil shoots started in early January in the PNW!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really love are the major thunderstorms that roll through the Midwest After every one is tucked into bed, I love sitting on my couch and looking out all the windows of my home. I see the sky light up in all different directions and wonder how long it will take before I see another flash of lightening or hear the loud booming thunder.  I guess which direction the lightening will shoot down as well as how loud the thunder will be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain in the Midwest is not like the rain in the Seattle area. When it rains it pours out here. Soaking wet rain. You can't pop in and out of the car without an umbrella. No little drizzle that may ruin the perfectly coiffed hairdo -- no...this rain will soak you and possibly flood your basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring my 90 year old Grandmother came to visit and experienced her first Midwestern thunderstorm. It was fun to watch her reactions. It's cool and scary, but I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had some great storms on Sunday. We woke up to grey dark skies. It is spooky how you can not only see the storm coming...but you can "feel" it and "smell" it too. You can feel a change in the air and smell the sweet rain miles away. After the long winters I look forward to smelling the fresh rain. Maybe that's a part of the Seattle girl that will never go away -- no matter how far I roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting "Midwestern tidbit" that tickles my fancy is how the people out here moan and groan about the "weather" if it rains more than 2-3 days in a row. While they can withstand the bitter cold...Midwesterners love their sun. I was chuckling the other day when a group of moms were lamenting about the rain. Please! Two days is nothing! It rained consecutively for 250 days during my first year of law school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started training for a 1/2 marathon Sundays are my long run days. Despite the weather, I try to get outside to run. This is somewhat problematic during the spring storms, however, I've found that in the Midwest the weather forecasts are generally more reliable than in the PNW. Reprieves in storm systems can be calculated based on how fast the storm is moving across the plains. There are no Mountain ranges like the Olympics or the Cascades to slow things down. So, while it will pour for an hour or so you can be sure that inevitably the skies will open up and the sun will shine through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I timed our 6 mile run during one of those storm reprieves. Although the wind was really blowing, we were able to make it to the Peoria Heights water tower and back before the rain hit again. I loved running in the wind. The temperature was perfect, and everything was quiet -- save the few sirens in the distance warning people of the tornado watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I miss the rain in Seattle, I'm learning to love the unique weather quirks the Midwest offers. This Midwestern "transplant" makes every effort to find the silver lining and "bloom where [I am ] planted." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3992441611504439092?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3992441611504439092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/midwestern-spring-thunderstorms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3992441611504439092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3992441611504439092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/midwestern-spring-thunderstorms.html' title='Midwestern Spring Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-6253108648147838241</id><published>2009-03-05T18:08:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:36:41.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Quotes'/><title type='text'>Jackson's All Star Quotations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB8mtMz-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l5U90YddQuY/s1600-h/Jackson+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309880965080021442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB8mtMz-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l5U90YddQuY/s320/Jackson+2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I have been blessed with our two boys: Jackson and Charlie.  They bring joy to our lives and help us to be a better version of ourselves.  Although the timing of our children was never on "our" time table, we've taken each day as a gift.  I look forward to the joys and surprises each new day brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, our oldest, is wise beyond his years. He is an old soul in a young body. He loves to talk and talk...and talk. There is a quote that says: "[He] could talk an angle out of heaven." Jackson fits that bill. We often joke that he's never met a stranger -- and reading the quotes below, you'll understand why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB-rgkIGnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irWEAFPsVgQ/s1600-h/Ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309883246610750066" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB-rgkIGnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/irWEAFPsVgQ/s320/Ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we can get exasperated at times by his constant chit chat, I've tried hard to write down some of the cutest things he's said over the past few years. I hope that someday he'll appreciate the time I took to write these gems down. What strikes me is Jackson's love of God and family.  I pray everyday that he never loses his love for God and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one quote from Jackson, however, that I will &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;forget. I think about what he said to me in early 2007 often and wonder how that thought popped into his head.  I'll give some context:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jackson was about 2 and 1/2 years old, Brian and I started trying for another baby. We tried for a year on our own and nothing happened. I chalked it up to the stress of work and our pending move to Illinois. Once we moved to Illinois, however, we still had trouble. I sought more aggressive treatment with my OB-GYN to determine my "problem", if there was one. After trying some fertility drugs, undergoing an HSG, a numerous IUIs with fertility shots, we still had no answers other than we were experiencing "unexplained infertility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the car, I started to tear up after receiving bad news. Jackson was in the back of the car at age three, and asked me what was wrong. Without giving him too much information, I said: "mommy is sad because she wants a baby in her belly." Jackson was silent for a few minutes and then said: "The baby isn't ready yet. He is in your heart and getting dressed." I can't remember what I said after that, or if I cried some more, but I do know that my three year old brought comfort to my heart and helped strengthen my faith.  Jackson was &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;an angel that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, after a diagnosis of endometriosis and subsequent laproscopic surgery, we found out 6 months later that we were expecting Charlie!  Charlie took his time getting dressed in my heart and was well worth the wait.  He came into the world with a full head of hair and the sweetest smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some other great Jackson Marshall Lewallan quotations and pictures. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 2006 Quotes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was barely three years old. We were staying at my parent's lake house before moving. My dad took him grocery shopping one morning and let him pick out some Kool-Aid. He couldn't wait to make it and drink it. Since it was red, we made him drink it outside on the deck. After taking a few sips, Jackson peeked his head through the doors to the kitchen, held up his cup and exclaimed: “This is damn good kool-aid!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB9ciPZmCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YzobQiLyNsE/s1600-h/2006+Jack+and+Frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309881889851021346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB9ciPZmCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YzobQiLyNsE/s320/2006+Jack+and+Frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB78wE_z-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f6ORe4w8cOU/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309880244298043362" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB78wE_z-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f6ORe4w8cOU/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2006 Jackson Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Kristin Feronti’s home in Cleveland we'd been sitting in the car for hours. Jackson got bored and asked us if we: "want[ed] to dance and shake [our] hips?” A few hours later, he informed us: “I’m done with this. I want out of this seat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 2006 sayings&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out the door to his first day of school Jackson stopped me and said:&lt;br /&gt;“But you need to take my picture!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson attends a Catholic school.  One of the first days of his new school, they were celebrating Mary, the Mother of Jesus’ birthday.  I knew that because it was on the school calendar.  When Jackson got in the car to go home I asked him what he did that day. He said he didn’t know. Prodding him a bit, I asked if they had a birthday party, and he said “YES!” I asked who was the birthday party for? “Some girl” he casually replied. I asked if her name was Mary.  Jackson snapped his head up like I was a mind reader and asked:  "How’d you know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor’s office Jackson had to get all the neccessary shots etc. to attend pre-school. When the nurse pulls out the stethoscope Jackson asked: “What are you doing?” The Nurse said: “listening to your heart.” Jackson’s nodded like he understood and said: "yeah...God’s in there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a TB test, Jackson was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; upset. He marched over to the nurse, spanked her bottom and said: “That was &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;nice.” The rest of the day he kept telling me how that “lady” was “naughty”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car one day, Jackson informed me that we needed to go back to Washington because: “Grandma needs her little boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the basement, Jackson tested his "God arguments". He came up to me and said:&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a good boy, so God says I can have this toy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asked a lot of questions, and prepare myself for inevitable questions about God, the meaning of life, etc. etc. What I was prepared was Jackson's question as to the company God keeps. One day he asked: “Where does God live?” I replied: “Up in heaven above the clouds.” Jackson thought about that for a second and asked: “With Mary Poppins?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking his first cup of hot chocolate: “This is scrumptious!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating pre-Halloween candy: “You know what mom? I just prayed by myself.” What did you pray for I asked? “I said: Dear God, thank you for these delicious candies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2006&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of the car on the way to swimming, I asked Jackson: “Why is it that you can’t listen to me?” Jackson responded: “I don’t know –it’s a secret”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed for our holiday party, I removed the towel wrapped around my hair and Jackson exclaimed: “Uh Oh mommy – you’re hair is a mess. It looks terrible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the big snow, Jackson went outside to play with our neighbor, Cody. Cody and Jackson built a snowman. However, when Jackson came inside that night he said: “We put the hat on the snowman but he didn’t come to life!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saying prayers one night: “Thank you God for making Grandma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB-vV-iGRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t8Ddz8-re-s/s1600-h/daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309883312488192274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB-vV-iGRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t8Ddz8-re-s/s320/daffodils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spraying carpet cleaner in his hair, on the flat screen t.v. and in DVD cases, I asked Jackson: “Why are you being so naughty? He answered: “I don’t know…because I’m a little boy.” So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning while watering the plants, Jackson was outside in the yard running with the dogs. It was very early – just about the time older people like to walk. I had recently discussed the dangers of talking to strangers with Jackson. He stood at the edge of our yard and watched an older couple walk by. He introduced himself and said: “Hi! I’m Jackson. They introduced themselves and then Jackson inserted: “Please don’t steal me.” He had desperately wanted to say hello, but he obviously understood that they were “strangers” and wanted to ensure he avoided the dangers I had warned him about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car, Jackson attempted to be the most annoying back seat driver in history. Knowing he had &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea how to give me directions, I facetiously asked : “What would I do without you?” He matter of factly responded: “Panic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 2007&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being diagnosed with strep throat and an ear infection, Jackson and I were driving in the car. I asked him: “how are you feeling back there buddy?” Jackson said: “Look at me! Do I &lt;em&gt;LOOK&lt;/em&gt; happy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While throwing a fit in church, Jackson wrote on a piece of paper: “I D N L U” I asked him what that meant and he replied: “I do not like you!” Nice. I can’t wait for the teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th we all headed out to Washington to visit the family. One day in the car, Jackson decided we’d play the “quiet” game. He kept saying: “You lose” to anyone that spoke, coughed, or laughed. I turned around and asked him: “Are you the enforcer?” He said: “No! I’m Jackson. I’m just a little boy – &lt;em&gt;Duh&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing trains upstairs in Grandma and Grandpa’s house, Jackson said to the toys: “Everyone stay calm and enjoy the ride!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson became the official Marshall household welcoming committee. Whenever Grandpa walked through the door in the evening, Jackson would say: “Welcome home Grandpa!” I bet that doesn’t get old! Better than a dog, albeit more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2008&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine’s Day I asked Jackson if he wanted to call Grandma and Grandpa and wish them a Happy Valentine’s Day. Jackson was in a foul mood and apparently didn’t want to do it. After cajoling him a bit he relented and said: “Fine – just make it quick.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2008&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled into the parking lot at the club Jackson said: “Can I tell you something mom? I have superpowers. Really. You can’t tell anyone or I will die and have to live in heaven.” I started laughing and he said: "I knew you were going to laugh!" (Obviously one of the acquired super powers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, he was playing with Joey, another little boy at the pool and I heard him explain that God gave him his superpowers &lt;em&gt;“for real”. &lt;/em&gt;He explained that he can: (1) run really fast, (2) he knows what people are going to say before they say it, and he can see “bones and hearts”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my favorites. Jackson has a quick wit, but a heart of gold. I thank God every day for him. I continue to write down all the wonderful things he says, and look forward to carrying on the same tradition with Charlie...and any others that may come along in God's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-6253108648147838241?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6253108648147838241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/jacksons-all-star-quotations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6253108648147838241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/6253108648147838241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/jacksons-all-star-quotations.html' title='Jackson&apos;s All Star Quotations'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SbB8mtMz-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l5U90YddQuY/s72-c/Jackson+2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5097067385263774152</id><published>2009-02-22T15:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:18:23.695-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rub-a-dub-dub two boys in a tub.'/><title type='text'>Spring cleaning/midwestern sanity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SaHOOpvQzKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/usOoxJVUZEc/s1600-h/tub+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305748587136732322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SaHOOpvQzKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/usOoxJVUZEc/s320/tub+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the perpetual drizzle in the Seattle area, the Midwest gets cold...cold and dirty. When it snows, there is not only snow, but snow, salt, sand and grit. It gets onto your car, your clothes, your garage and your home. The gray dirt gets everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By February you can almost hear the collective cry: "Uncle!" Everyone is ready to get rid of the gray and trade it in for some green (the real green...not the environmental craze). I digress again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- getting rid of the grit, also entails getting rid of the dirt and grim that has snuck into your home while you were warming your hands. The dirt -- once the daylight lingers-- is highlighted in all the dark little areas that have been harboring dust bunnies and gross fluffs of dog hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I cried "Uncle". I had enough of the Midwestern grit and dirt. I armored myself with a mop, my vacuum, Lysol, a duster and a few hundred garbage bags and went to town. I had prepared myself for a morning of bible study, but Charlie went down for an early nap. Knowing that I only had a short amount of time I tackled the clutter and dirt methodically. It felt great. It was better than prescription drugs! This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-cluttering had me on a euphoric high! With an evil little laugh cackling in my head I dumped broken toys, old papers, and a myriad of out-dated clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; ha ha ha! (that's the evil laugh). I dusted, vacuumed, mopped and even cleaned out my fridge! The joy!!!!!! A clean house. -- temporary, but clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning continued after picking up Jackson from school. I popped Charlie and Jackson in the tub together to clean them both. Dirty nails and hair for Jackson and spit up remnants for Charlie. What I didn't expect with my cleaning frenzy was the shear joy I'd derive from watching my two boys play together in the tub together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of a long and productive day and I was spent. I had hoped to clean the boys much like I'd cleaned the rest of the house. However, once the two boys were in the tub I had to sit down and watch. They were so cute. Jackson is the best older brother, protecting and cuddling Charlie. Charlie, on the other hand, is experiencing everything. He smiles at Jackson, shrieks with delight and splashes his hands in the water. Even though five years separate the two of them, they know innately that they are brothers and they smile that knowing family smile at each other. It reminded me of a time when I got to bathe with my older sister (6 years older). We sat in the tub and relaxed with some bubble bath and bubble gum. My parents still have the picture and it still warms my heart to think of those innocent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing life through the eyes of my boys. I know that while I have other "duties" to tend to...the sneak peak of brotherly delight through their eyes is a god-given treat. I'm sure that in a blink of an eye I will wake up one day and they will be grown and out the door. Memories of bath time will soon be forgotten, or at minimum, replaced (by them, not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I cleaned out the clutter to make room for the important things: Two boys in a tub. Enjoying life and enjoying being brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5097067385263774152?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5097067385263774152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-cleaningmidwestern-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5097067385263774152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5097067385263774152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-cleaningmidwestern-sanity.html' title='Spring cleaning/midwestern sanity?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SaHOOpvQzKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/usOoxJVUZEc/s72-c/tub+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3438057626381591294</id><published>2009-02-12T15:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:09:25.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An attorney in the making -- conversations with Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZSdD0XOoNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PxRe7gilc_4/s1600-h/Jackson+chi+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035350243156178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZSdD0XOoNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PxRe7gilc_4/s320/Jackson+chi+town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Life of a Former Attorney turned Stay at Home Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves to talk and he's quite good at it. I have no question the boy's verbal skills are exceptional. What troubles me (and sometimes makes me secretly proud) is his reasoning and logic. There is no doubt that my legal skills are being used to parent this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jackson loves to talk, he finds himself in trouble at school. As a result, his teacher keeps a running "tally" of the number of times Jackson gets into trouble. On great days, he receives a sticker. Sticker days are the best. He gets to play Wii with dad, read a special book with me, and usually stay up a bit past bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a sticker day. Today was a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known school wouldn't go smoothly after this morning. Charlie was in his highchair nibbling on a cracker, while I rushed upstairs to throw on my clothes. Jackson normally uses this time to "entertain" Charlie with some song and dance routines or maybe even a puppet act. Really, this time is more for Jackson. He has a captive audience. But Charlie seems to like it, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached the top of the stairs Charlie started bawling. Jackson was unusually quiet. I asked him what happened and he replied: "I forgot". Sneaky little guy. A little too much like Bill Clinton. I couldn't have been more surprised if he asked to take the 5th, or define "happened". Regardless, discussions on not hurting Charlie and being honest with mommy ensued. I thought the lesson was learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...after school at pick up, I knew something wasn't right. Jackson walked towards me, head hung low and shoulders slumped. I waited until we got in the car before asking. In the car, Jackson informed me he got a note sent home. A note is worse than a check mark worse than having your number turned upside down, and worse than getting sent to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "notes" inform the parents of the bad behavior and have a signature line, so they no doubt can file it away in your kid's permanent records. I read the note. "Jackson threw a rock today at recess and then lied to the first grade teacher who saw him throw the rock." Nice. Proud moment. So I geared up for some parenting lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my best mommy voice I asked: "Jackson, why did you lie to the teacher about throwing rocks?" Jackson quickly replied, "well...she asked me why I was throwing rocks &lt;em&gt;at people&lt;/em&gt; and I wasn't. I was throwing the rock &lt;em&gt;in the air&lt;/em&gt;." (emphasis added by Jackson). Stump #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, he didn't lie, because if the teacher did actually ask him if he was throwing rocks at people and he wasn't, then he wasn't lying. However, I pressed on and said: "You know you aren't suppose to throw rocks &lt;em&gt;at people or at things&lt;/em&gt; right?" Without skipping a beat he retorted: "I told you...I wasn't throwing rocks...I threw a rock." Doh! Stump #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is killing the adults with technicalities. I paused, took a moment and rephrased my question: "You know you aren't suppose to throw a rock or rocks...correct?" This question only elicited an "mmm um."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing he was losing footing Jackson continued: "Well...I was just helping. There was this boy who wanted to throw the rock really high and asked me if I could help him." I sighed, redirected the witness...er Jackson, and countered: "You just admitted that you know throwing a rock or rocks is not right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What transpired next was truly brilliant from a litigator's point of view. Jackson made an empassioned plea for sympathy. He composed his face into a small little smile and softly said: "I was just trying to help...like God." The God trump card! What jury wouldn't love this kid? No one can argue with someone trying to be like God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to reinforce helping others, but point out the flaw in his argument, I told him that he was right that God helps people, but "God does not help people do things they know are not right. It's good to help people out, but we can't use that as an excuse for doing what we know is wrong." Brilliant finale by mom if I say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the argument over, Jackson moved onto negotiating punishment terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like today, I have no doubt that I'm using my legal skills more with raising my son than with members of the bar. I'm mentally exhausted and we haven't even started homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3438057626381591294?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3438057626381591294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/attorney-in-making-conversations-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3438057626381591294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3438057626381591294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/attorney-in-making-conversations-with.html' title='An attorney in the making -- conversations with Jackson'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZSdD0XOoNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PxRe7gilc_4/s72-c/Jackson+chi+town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2481211059338921296</id><published>2009-02-10T10:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:14:41.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago February 2009'/><title type='text'>The Windy City - Spring Tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGuJtjNPoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ywKjzFwWSjg/s1600-h/Chicago+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301209718261104258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGuJtjNPoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ywKjzFwWSjg/s320/Chicago+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winters are long and cold here in Peoria. The news keeps reporting that we've had "below normal" temps for the past few years, however, I'm beginning to think they need to redefine "normal". With all this talk about global warming...I'm sure not feeling it in Peoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the stress of the economy etc. Brian and I decided to cash in on a free night's stay at the Intercontinental Hotel in Chicago, IL. We've been a guest at that hotel many times, so we've acquired enough points for a free night. We also have gotten quite good at finding on-line coupons for places to eat and museums. If you do your research, it is amazing how much you can save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up on Friday. It was cold when we left, so I made sure the boys were bundled up and ready to stroll along the Magnificent Mile. When we arrived, our room wasn't quite ready, so we decided to walk up and down the Mile. As a testament to our current economy, the street was virtually empty. We passed some of the high-end stores, but noticed clearance and sale signs in almost every window. Some of my favorite stores were no longer there. One entire Mall was empty. It originally housed 200 stores. Jackson and I use to ride the escalators up and down in that mall and now it is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some stores are still there. We ducked into the Hershey store to escape the wind on Friday. Jackson loved it in there and was begging for some chocolate. He also hammed it up by putting huge Hershey kisses on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGwFrmvr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DfuXSN8OWPg/s1600-h/Jackson+hersey+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301211848042852290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGwFrmvr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DfuXSN8OWPg/s320/Jackson+hersey+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hit the top of the Hancock Tower. Although we've been up to the restaurant and bar, we've never been to the observation deck. Just getting into the Hancock building was a challenge. They make it very difficult for someone with a stroller. Anyway, once we were in we ventured to the 94th floor. The view was amazing. Luckily we were there on a sunny day. I would advise any tourist to bypass the Hancock observatory unless you are there on a sunny day. Otherwise you waste a lot of money. Once at the top, we listened to a audio tour of the city, and learned about the great fire and other interesting facts about Chicago. Charlie enjoyed the ride, and Jackson ran around like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGxGrumMUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AY8ZkO6LsW8/s1600-h/charles+at+top+of+Hancock+tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301212964767281474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGxGrumMUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AY8ZkO6LsW8/s320/charles+at+top+of+Hancock+tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we hit a Chicago hot spot: Gino's East. The walls are covered with graffiti from visitors coming to enjoy the famous deep dish pizza. We made sure Jackson was entertained during the 40 minute wait by bringing his leapster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGzuI35NWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P8-ur8OdUso/s1600-h/Brian+and+les+at+Gino%27s+east.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301215841629058402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGzuI35NWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P8-ur8OdUso/s320/Brian+and+les+at+Gino%27s+east.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were surprised by warm weather! It was very warm -- almost 70 degrees, so we decided to walk from the hotel to the Shedd Aquarium (about 5 miles). The Chicago River had frozen over, so we stopped to watch the huge chunks of ice break apart and a crew team "walk on water" across portions of the river to get out to Lake Michigan. We also posed for a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGx3SCcXvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oOn3jLmKInY/s1600-h/Chicago+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301213799684792050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGx3SCcXvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oOn3jLmKInY/s320/Chicago+Art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through Millennium Park, where there were having a winter fest. They had free ice skating, ice mazes, bean bag toss and ice carvings! Jackson had a ball, and Charlie seemed to enjoy soaking up the sun. After playing for a bit, we forged forward towards the Shedd Aquarium. Thank goodness we had Charlie with us. The "stroller" line was much shorter. We probably saved ourselves an hour's wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside we had a fantastic time. The aquarium is quite nice and they have a lot of interactive exhibits for the kids. Jackson really got into it all and would look for certain fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGzJ93eVVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xOSkdpS5hiw/s1600-h/Brian+and+Charles+at+Shedd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301215220199216466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGzJ93eVVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xOSkdpS5hiw/s320/Brian+and+Charles+at+Shedd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the aquarium, we took a quick trip to the Navy Pier. We walked around some more basking in the rare February sun. I think we actually sat on the steps there for 20 minutes just people watching and warming ourselves. I tried to enjoy every moment, knowing that this spring tease was just that -- a tease. We are in for another 6 weeks of winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I started to feel sick. We watched the February firework display from our hotel room and then got dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we did some last minute sightseeing on the Mile and then packed it up to head back to Peoria. I was still feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, after everything was unpacked and put away...I really started to feel sick. Brian and I were up all night with the flu. It was so bad that we both were down all day Monday. Hopefully the boys will not get sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we feel a little bit better today, I still feel sick. Brian went back to work, and I tried to force myself outside with Charlie for a quick walk. This "spring tease" will not last long. They are predicting snow by Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2481211059338921296?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2481211059338921296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/windy-city-spring-tease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2481211059338921296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2481211059338921296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/windy-city-spring-tease.html' title='The Windy City - Spring Tease'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SZGuJtjNPoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ywKjzFwWSjg/s72-c/Chicago+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3552324505272989332</id><published>2009-02-03T13:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:41:01.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long January!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SYidn-_de-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3zxk97A9OWs/s1600-h/Mommy+and+shirtless+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SYidn-_de-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3zxk97A9OWs/s320/Mommy+and+shirtless+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658271851019234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is already February!  What is even more distressing is that we finally took down our Christmas tree this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how time slips by.  And while January is now in the past, I'd like to share some memorable moments of the cold frigid January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's still talking and talking.  He talks so much that he finds himself in trouble A LOT at school.  We just learned that he's been removed from the big table at school and given his own special seat and desk so he doesn't disturb the other children.  He wondered out loud on the way to school:  "I wonder how I get myself in such a mess."  Hmmmm...talking?  He's showing off for the girls every day.  In fact, at the SVdP Chili Supper, Jackson was flirting with Danielle the entire night.  On his way out the door that evening he looked back and yelled:  "I love you Danielle -- there!  I said it!".  Pretty cute -- at 5.  Just not looking forward to 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson also encountered his first smashed thumb this month.  He slammed his thumb in the door of the car as we were getting ready to go to swim team.  Despite being annoyed that I had gotten everything in the car, loaded up both boys and had driven 1/2 hour, I felt badly for Jackson.  He was clearly in pain -- but not enough pain to stop talking.  We took him to Prompt care and the doctor used a "gizmo" to puncture a hole in his nail to let the pressure and excess blood out.  Jackson informed the doctor that it was "a cool gizmo". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie had a month of firsts too!  He now has two small teeth on the bottom and one on the top.  He still charms all the ladies at River City with his big dark eyes and long lashes.  His smile is infectious and keeps me going during the long winter days.  We are so blessed that he is a good sleeper.  Like Jackson, Charlie LOVES the blanket my mom made for him.  He sighs with relief when we put him in his crib and he snuggles with his blanket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chili is apparently a big thing in January in the Midwest.  The Easter Seals Auxiliary group had a chili competition and beer tasting night.  I tried very hard to win with my spicy white chicken chili...but alas the Chili Queen crown went to another white chili -- this one with tequila marinaded chicken.  I've already pinpointed a new recipe for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some amazing photos taken with Nellie.  She's the best photographer I know and such a wonderful person.  I can't wait to see all the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SYidjlF09QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nPCiqD2tAtY/s1600-h/charlie+hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SYidjlF09QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nPCiqD2tAtY/s320/charlie+hats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658196178924802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3552324505272989332?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3552324505272989332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-long-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3552324505272989332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3552324505272989332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-long-january.html' title='So Long January!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SYidn-_de-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3zxk97A9OWs/s72-c/Mommy+and+shirtless+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-1250056192350524989</id><published>2009-01-15T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:50:28.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Travels 2008'/><title type='text'>Archives March 2008 - Travels - CA and Southeastern Trip</title><content type='html'>Before I started blogging, I kept a family journal in a Word document.  The following excerpt is from last Spring.  I'm finally figuring out how to insert pictures in the correct spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Traveling Continues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palm Springs Trip&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I took a trip to go visit Grandma and Grandpa in Palm Springs. After being stuck inside with snowy and frigid temps for three months, we were ready to warm up a bit. Upon arriving in Palm Springs, Jackson informed me that: “Palm Springs is the best place in the world!” I agreed. The weather was gorgeous and the flowers were blooming at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time at the resort. Jackson would swim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consecutively&lt;/span&gt; for about 5-6 hours a day. He met some wonderful friends at the pool including Sophie, Sienna, and a nice boy named Charlie. Charlie and Jackson spent time throwing hot water on the ants on the tree and doing cannon balls off the side of the pool. Since I'd been gunning to have our baby named Charlie, I made sure Brian knew that Jackson had met a friend named Charlie and he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; liked the name. Believe me...I'm not above using my children to try to get what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we’d cook out with Grandma and Grandpa and Jackson would talk and talk and talk. Jackson got to play tennis with Grandpa, watch movies, and go on walks with us in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson dyed Easter Eggs with my mom and also made special cookies, which he shared with his friend, Charlie, at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to take a trip up to Disneyland, where we had fun at the Haunted Mansion, Tom Sawyer’s Island, Fantasy Land, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toon&lt;/span&gt; Town (despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; debacle), and our new favorite Buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt; ride where you get to try to shoot targets! We ate hot dogs and ice cream sundaes. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was absolutely gorgeous. It was just what we needed after a long cold winter. When we arrived home we had another surprise! Brian had fixed up the nursery while we were gone. He painted the top 1/2 of the guest room yellow and put white wainscoating on the bottom 1/2. He put together the crib and all the bedding...and he agreed to name the baby Charles Walker! Charles is the name of my dad's favorite Grandpa (Grandpa Charlie) and Walker is my late Grandpa Frank's middle name. I was very touched by Brian's agreement and effort on the baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got busy putting away all the baby clothes and hanging them up in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southeastern Trip&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the Friday before Easter bright and early to head out east (after another midnight barfing episode by Jackson). We drove down through Illinois, which was extraordinarily boring. Brian and I have decided that all the eggs were put in one basket in Illinois -- Chicago. Not much else is redeeming about the state. We did, however, discover Metropolis, Illinois. Their claim to fame is that they are the ONLY city in the U.S. named Metropolis, and therefore, can sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of Superman crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292300467668973314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIHPEwK9wI/AAAAAAAAADA/WuSO6092HmM/s320/Metropolis+IL+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Nashville around 6:00 p.m. The weather was nice -- 75 degrees. We headed downtown to a rib joint where they played live music (too loud, according to Jackson). The food was good. Dry rub ribs, baked beans and cornbread shaped like a pancake. &lt;a href="http://www.famousdaves.com/"&gt;http://www.famousdaves.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIH-GpizEI/AAAAAAAAADI/vZ1Pr265rKo/s1600-h/downtown+Nashville+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301275631897666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIH-GpizEI/AAAAAAAAADI/vZ1Pr265rKo/s320/downtown+Nashville+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we hit Sam Davis' home - a confederate spy. &lt;a href="http://www.samdavishome.org/"&gt;http://www.samdavishome.org/&lt;/a&gt;. They hosted an Easter Egg hunt on the premise, and had a bunch of other activities for the kids. We got Jackson's face painted, did a cake walk, looked at a cotton gin, and enjoyed the spring flowers, which will not arrive in Peoria perhaps until next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Davis' home we traveled to Andrew Jackson's home -- The Hermitage. &lt;a href="http://www.thehermitage.com/"&gt;http://www.thehermitage.com/&lt;/a&gt;. We toured "Old Hickory's" estate by foot and by horse-drawn carriage ride. The weather had cooled considerably, so we all huddled under blankets while guided along the back end of the property. Although a Democrat, Andrew Jackson still achieved some rather nice goals while in office. They also sold some of the Presidential China in the gift shop. Andrew Jackson's pattern is blue and yellow/gold. We bought one plate to display in our china cabinet at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIJR2kBI9I/AAAAAAAAADg/fea4yhNelMQ/s1600-h/Hermatige+Nashville+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292302714422764498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIJR2kBI9I/AAAAAAAAADg/fea4yhNelMQ/s320/Hermatige+Nashville+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Jackson got sick again. He threw up all over himself in the hotel room after enjoying pizza. We showered him off and prepared for the Easter Bunny's arrival the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding all the Easter Eggs, we headed downtown to an Episcopal Cathedral for Easter service. &lt;a href="http://www.christcathedral.org/"&gt;http://www.christcathedral.org/&lt;/a&gt;. It was a beautiful church, and all the little boys and girls (and their parents) were dressed to the nines. Jackson actually fell asleep in the pew during the service, which was nice for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our Easter day was uneventful. We drove through the Smokies, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Appalachian&lt;/span&gt; and Blue Ridge mountain range. We drove past Knoxville, TN, which looks like a pit. Upon arriving in NC we the landscape dramatically changed (for the better). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asheville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, NC looks beautiful. We weren't able to stop off at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estate, but plan to do so on the way home. The trees are blooming in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carolinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is very pretty. It will be a let down to head back through TN and Illinois this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina is the furniture capital of the U.S. We saw countless furniture discount stores along the freeway. It would be a fun "adult only" trip to come here to shop for furniture, china and Oriental/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Persian&lt;/span&gt; rugs. They also have the store Replacements LTD - where they sell discontinued china patterns etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night in Greensboro and then made our way to Raleigh/Durham. We made our way to a store called "A Southern Season" and toured the Capital. We are hoping to see Duke University this afternoon/evening, along with the University of North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Raleigh, we all headed south to Charleston, SC. The weather was gorgeous and even had me thinking Charleston would be a nice place to retire until I started thinking about the Palmetto bugs, snakes and alligators. Then I decided being a tourist in April or September would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Wednesday evening and I was relieved of parental duty long enough to go out and hit a few stores by myself before hitting the town with the guys. The shopping is so fun there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Mills House, a cute little pink hotel, which has recently been renovated. &lt;a href="http://www.millshouse.com/"&gt;http://www.millshouse.com/&lt;/a&gt;. They give you free drink coupons and appetizer coupons every night. We enjoyed baked brie, wine and diet coke respectively for three nights before touring the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Jackson and I walked down Meeting Street to the Market where every Tom, Dick and Harry was trying to sell you a carriage ride. Being Spring Break, the place was packed. I'd done my research before and decided to give my $$ to the Palmetto company. After buying the tickets we got some coffee and walked around through King Street and the Old Market. The street pushers were still trying to sell me carriage rides offering such tempting lures as: "The best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-natal carriage ride in town!" Ha ha! Those boys sure got a good laugh out of me. We walked past some beggars, one of which was missing a leg. Of course, Jackson had to yell to me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; being right next to me isn't close enough) "Look mom! That guy is missing a leg! Isn't that funny?" Oh yeah. Lots of fun. I'm sure that guy laughs about it every day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geeze&lt;/span&gt; kiddo! &lt;/span&gt;Trying to get me killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIIm7GtPrI/AAAAAAAAADY/vkUr5aBr3Vs/s1600-h/Jackson+SC+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301976907628210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIIm7GtPrI/AAAAAAAAADY/vkUr5aBr3Vs/s320/Jackson+SC+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carriage ride was cute. We learned a lot about the city. While we waited our turn to go out, I saw a guy carrying a bucket. It was full of grease. He goes store to store picking up the grease b/c they aren't allowed to keep it in their stores b/c laws declare you can't store grease below sea level and most of Charleston is below sea level. Interesting. Our tour guide was great -- when Jackson allowed him to do his job. Jackson kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yabbering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away asking questions and pestering the poor guy. When our guide discussed the steel posts used to help in case of earthquakes, Jackson promptly asked very loudly: "How do you know?" Not long after his comedic debut, Jackson fell asleep for the rest of the hour-long tour. Thank goodness! In the afternoon we spent three or four hours walking around town in hopes of tiring Jackson out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we drove around town, toured Ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sumter&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Middletown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plantation. &lt;a href="http://www.middletonplace.org/"&gt;http://www.middletonplace.org/&lt;/a&gt;. It was a beautiful day with temps in the low 80s. We even saw dolphins swimming around the port!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Brian and Jackson missed the 15 thousand announcements on the boat ride to Ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sumter&lt;/span&gt; to stay off the bricks, cannons and other historical artifacts. &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/fosu/"&gt;http://www.nps.gov/fosu/&lt;/a&gt;. While being given a 20 minute lecture on the history of Ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sumter&lt;/span&gt; I watched Brian get chewed out for allowing Jackson to climb up a bunch of bricks. Jackson of course, informed me later that it was "daddy's idea" and he wasn't really the one instigating the problem. It would have been a cute picture though. Good idea with bad execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIIMjTLN2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wp_s6SmlrrA/s1600-h/SouthCarolina+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="blsp-spelling-error" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301523840874338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIIMjTLN2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wp_s6SmlrrA/s320/SouthCarolina+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the next day to head home.  Originally we had planned to spend the night in Knoxville, TN, but after getting a sneak peak at Knoxville on the way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Carolinas&lt;/span&gt;, we toyed with passing up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and other crappy tourist traps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit Knoxville around 2:00 and Brian and I started to do the math in our head. We decided that if we pushed it we could make it back to Peoria before 11:00. We decided to go for it. Stupid? 7/8 month pregnant woman, 4 1/2 year old kid and one LONG drive??? Yup. I'd say it sounded stupid. However, we stopped off at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Spartenburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, SC and had gotten two new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Leapster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cartridges so we had "bought some peace and quiet" for at least three hours. We pushed on through and hit Lexington, KY around 4:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Louisville before 6:00, Indianapolis right around 7:00 and Peoria at 9:45. 13 hours actual drive time with two plus hours of stops here and there and one 45 minute nap from Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end, we all started to get a little giddy. Jackson and I started singing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Room song, and then a bad smell came from the back seat. Jackson announced he had to go #2 "really badly -- I mean it". So I changed the words of the song to "In the stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky room -- in the stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky room". Not only did that elicit tons of laughter from Jackson, but when Brian took him to the potty in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; near the Indiana/Illinois border, apparently that was an older man making quite the stink in the bathroom and Jackson decided the new song would be appropriate to sing. I'm sure that man needed some more humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Jackson was disappointed that we were home. He wanted to stay in another hotel. Brian and I have decided Jackson has two speeds: On and off. He goes and goes and goes until he is forced to sleep. After all the traveling, Jackson still woke us up at 6:30 asking us how to spell this and that and wanted someone to pour milk on his cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. I doubt we will attempt this sort of trip for a few years-- say when Charlie is around 4 1/2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-1250056192350524989?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1250056192350524989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/archives-march-2008-travels-ca-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/1250056192350524989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/1250056192350524989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/archives-march-2008-travels-ca-and.html' title='Archives March 2008 - Travels - CA and Southeastern Trip'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIHPEwK9wI/AAAAAAAAADA/WuSO6092HmM/s72-c/Metropolis+IL+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4896886743424566136</id><published>2009-01-15T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:08:08.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syrup Festival'/><title type='text'>Archives - February 2008-- Roadtrips and Syrup</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the Travels Begin -- Or...Season of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roadtrips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2008&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine’s Day I asked Jackson if he wanted to call Grandma and Grandpa and wish them a Happy Valentine’s Day. Jackson was in a foul mood and apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to do it. 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There is a huge indoor water park there. Our suite had a kitchen, and a fireplace. Very cute! While sitting in the tub with mommy, Jackson said: “This is what I was dreaming about!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jackson, Brian and I spent our time on the lazy river and slipping down the slides. It was a nice resort, and a great escape from the cold. I particularly liked the fireplace in the room and Jackson had a blast at the build-a-bear type workshop they had for kids. He made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;penguine&lt;/span&gt;. Fitting for the Midwestern winter weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Weekend: Valentines’ Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not done with his bag of tricks, Brian surprised me with a romantic get-a-way trip to Chicago. We dropped Jackson off at our friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shanahans&lt;/span&gt;, and drove up to Chicago to stay at the Intercontinental Hotel. &lt;a href="http://www.icchicagohotel.com/"&gt;http://www.icchicagohotel.com/&lt;/a&gt;. We had dinner and drinks at the top of the Hancock Tower in the Signature Room, shopped, relaxed, and even had spa treatments! Of course, we hit our favorite hot dog place -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pippens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/chicago.metromix.com/bars-and-clubs/sports_bar/pippins-tavern-river-north/134965/content%20-"&gt;chicago.metromix.com/bars-and-clubs/sports_bar/pippins-tavern-river-north/134965/content - &lt;/a&gt;We had an awesome time. The drive up and back was peaceful. However, soon after, Jackson and I wound up sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Weekend: Parke County Syrup Festival/Midwestern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-State Tour&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Armed with every medicine known to mankind, we loaded into the rental car and headed north up I-39 toward Prentice, Wisconsin. The highlight of our trip was marked by our halfway pit stop in Madison, Wisconsin. It was literally so cold, that we opted not to eat lunch there and suffered through one or two pictures in front of the Capital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIF1-eb6qI/AAAAAAAAACw/hk8r7dOkK-E/s1600-h/Madison+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292298936975616674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIF1-eb6qI/AAAAAAAAACw/hk8r7dOkK-E/s320/Madison+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back in the car, we made our way up...and up...and up North to Prentice, WI. As Jackson said: "I think we're in the North Pole!".  Apparently the town is quite cute once the layers of snow and ice melt away. There are a bunch of little lakes and inlets -- none of which I could see as it all looked like a frozen tundra to me. We stayed at a cute little log house/cabin for the night. It was a three bedroom place with a little "hide-a-way" cave/fort in the room for Jackson. We had a kitchen, a cedar shower, bath tub, t.v. and kitchen area. There was also a sun porch, which you can imagine we used a TON. Interestingly, there was no fireplace. The house must see more visitors in the summer than in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Prentice we made our way to Milwaukee. Four hours and 5 tissue boxes later, we arrived. We stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel and had dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bennihanas&lt;/span&gt;. Jackson was mesmerized by the guy chopping up his food in front of him. He ordered shrimp - a bad idea, but Brian got a double portion. The next day, we shopped around a bit while our cold medicine worked. It was cold here too -- and ugly. The snow is old, dirty and piled high up against the side of the roads. No wonder they drink so much in Wisconsin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We switched hotels that afternoon and stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pfister&lt;/span&gt; - a very nice hotel in Milwaukee. &lt;a href="http://www.thepfisterhotel.com/"&gt;http://www.thepfisterhotel.com/&lt;/a&gt;. We took my parent's to the bar at the top of the P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fister&lt;/span&gt; when we were first married and living in Wisconsin. The highlight was that Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; was also staying at the hotel as he was performing somewhere in Milwaukee that night. We didn't see him, but that's our "brush with fame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward! Back to Illinois! Only a two hour drive this time to Chicago. Thank goodness! Jackson and I toured the Field Museum for a few hours and in the evening we had dinner at a cute little Italian place called "Carmines". Jackson and I shared some pasta while he practiced his "gentleman" manners he learned in P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-K during their Knights and Princess lessons. He held my chair for me, opened doors, and helped me with my coat! Wow! What a night. Only to be topped off by a late night barfing after taking some cold medicine (Jackson, not me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parke County Covered Bridge Tour and Syrup Festival:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we geared up for what we'd been preparing for--literally for weeks -- The Parke County Syrup Festival!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.coveredbridges.com/"&gt;http://www.coveredbridges.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I had read about this festival in Midwestern Living. &lt;a href="http://www.midwestliving.com/"&gt;http://www.midwestliving.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently this festival was not to be missed. We waited with baited breath as we drove four hours through the South Side of Chicago and Gary, Indiana -- some of the most depressing landscape I've ever seen. But...we knew there was liquid gold at the end of our quest -- Maple Syrup and a festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Terre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haute&lt;/span&gt; Holiday Inn (each room prominently equipped with a bible – Jackson wrote: “I love the Bible” on the notepad), we traveled up through the farm/Amish County of Indiana looking - searching-for the Syrup Festival!!!!! We were in a hurry, as it was rapidly approaching three o'clock and the festival ended at 4:00. Looking everywhere for signs to point us in the right direction, we passed several horse and buggy contraptions and made our way through the windy roads of Western Indiana (or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Illiana&lt;/span&gt;" as one sign called it). We thought the festival was at the Turkey Run State Park, but alas...we were a few miles off. Instead, the festival was at the 4H fairgrounds. We learned that from the Park Ranger with a thick Indiana accent. Thank goodness we had Brian to translate the language! I would have had NO idea she said "4H". It didn't sound anything like that! But, as Brian likes to point out: "Indiana is a good place to be from" -- instead of heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing on towards the 4H fairgrounds I searched for the long line of cars or the big banner that would say something to the effect of: "Welcome Syrup Tasters!" I found no lines. I found no banners. I found nothing but a sign smaller than a campaign sign that simply read: "Syrup Festival".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to get sappy, but what we found was a bittersweet disappointment. The "festival" was nothing more than a pancake supper at the local 4H building. And when I say "local" referring to this place, I mean the 100 population "local". About four-five stands sold syrup and a few local artists were selling their crappy knock-off paintings of the covered bridges. Stuck in this sticky situation, I was forced to find the positive -- at least there were pancakes and syrup! So we ate, and I do have to admit the syrup tasted sweeter than Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jemima's&lt;/span&gt; from the grocery store-- okay, I'm pouring it on right now. This really could have been an Eastern Star/Masonic Temple event in Olympia! I was waiting to run into some of Grandma and Grandpa's friends. I kept thinking of how Grandpa Frank would have really been in his element at this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 minutes at the "festival" (not to mention the 4 hour drive to get there) we drove through the covered bridge trails. Jackson had passed out in a sugar/cold medicine coma in the back seat of the car, so Brian and I were able to meander through the "red trail route" in relative peace and quite. The bridges were really cute, and the weather was clear and sunny. We also saw a hawk, an owl, and several deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIJdc-7CMI/AAAAAAAAADo/KQK9pLuHgy4/s1600-h/covered+bridges+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292302913714718914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIJdc-7CMI/AAAAAAAAADo/KQK9pLuHgy4/s320/covered+bridges+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also drove through a myriad of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dilapidated&lt;/span&gt; little towns peppered with double-wides and junk yards.  In one town (of about 50 people), we passed the "DNA Daycare". I thought it odd to have to have a DNA day-care, as one man probably fathered all the kids there! Still, we laughed so hard it sent me into a coughing fit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson stayed awake long enough on Sunday to join us for a tour of the "yellow route" featuring the "Jackson" and the "Marshall" bridges. As he eloquently put it: "Not another bridge!" when we approached the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; bridge of the day. I have to admit, at this point, I was sharing his sentiment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a cute fun little trip, but not something we will repeat anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4896886743424566136?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4896886743424566136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/archives-february-2008-roadtrips-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4896886743424566136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4896886743424566136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/archives-february-2008-roadtrips-and.html' title='Archives - February 2008-- Roadtrips and Syrup'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SXIGExVtWlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SPVMstD0b_k/s72-c/Valentines+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3367029621502274903</id><published>2009-01-15T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:44:36.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2007'/><title type='text'>Summer 2007 - Summer of the Hoola Hoop King</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;June 2007:  Grandma’s visit and Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;party&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma came to visit us again in Peoria.  This time the weather was better and we did not put her to work shoveling.  Instead, she helped prepare for Jackson's birthday party complete with jumpy toy in the backyard and pirate ship pinata.  Brian outdid himself this year.  He made homemade treasure maps complete with burnt edges and wax seals.  I'm sure the details went unnoticed by the children, but I will always remember the love he poured into every detail.  We enlisted the help our our babysitters to help corral the kids from one activity to the next.  Little did we know how involved they'd be!  They showed up wearing pirate attire!  Nice!  We had so much fun and hope that Jackson remembers the fun parties when he grows up.  After the party, Brian, mom and I recovered on the porch with some cheese, crackers and a nice glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal days in Peoria during the summer consist of the lazy days at the club pools.  A great payoff for suffering through the cold long winter.  The pool opens at 11:30 and we show up with our cooler and stay until around 4:00 or 5:00 - just in time to clean up a bit before Brian comes home.  Jackson adores the pool and I am so glad to be able to give him the freedom and fun of a great childhood summer.  He flits from one pool and group of kids to the next.  He's not afraid of the water anymore and his swimming lessons seem to be helping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington State&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I headed off to Washington on July 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  After a delay in Peoria, and another delay in Atlanta we finally arrived in Seattle around 2:00 a.m.  We waited and waited for our bags until it was clear that they were missing.  After filing our missing bag claim, I headed out to the car where dad was entertaining Jackson.  Leaving the car doors open while waiting for me to get the bags drained the battery, and we sat in the car for another hour waiting for God to miraculously start the car, or until Jackson exclaimed:  “I’m tired of this!”  Dad finally sought help in jumping the car and we made it back to Mercer Island around 4:00 a.m. – just enough time to get about three hours of sleep before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Seattle was dreary, but Jackson’s family birthday party was a success.  Little boys dressed as pirates is too much fun.  After the party, Grandma and Grandpa took Jackson and Brandon to the Lake Fair Parade.  Grandpa Eldon was being honored, so they braved the rain to watch the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bend, OR&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we settled into the Lake House, we were off to Bend, OR to visit Stephanie and the kids.  What a whirlwind!  The trip down with Jackson, Brandon, and Hailey was a real nail biter.  Every Semi-truck on 1-5 seemed to be on the road that day, along with terrible drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finally arrived, we had a blast playing with the kids, horse-back riding and playing at the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip ended too quickly, and we were back on the road.  This time, we were NOT going to take 1-5 with all the Semis.  Instead, we were going to head North up through Yakima etc.  However, that plan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t work well, and we found ourselves taking a scenic route past Mt. Shasta.  It was pretty, but with small children pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t enough to get you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lake House -- Olympia, Washington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the lake, Jackson took swimming lessons and played in the lake with mommy and Grandma and Grandpa.  He took his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inter tube&lt;/span&gt; ride, and was cautiously excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa and Kevin’s wedding was just days away, and we got Jackson ready with his tuxedo and pictures at Falls Terrace in Olympia.  On Friday, the Hicks family arrived, along with Brian, to join us at the rehearsal/tailgate party and wedding.  The kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the lake house, Jackson asked Grandpa for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kool-aid&lt;/span&gt; when they were at the grocery store.  After getting back to the house, Jackson experienced this new refreshing drink for the first time out on the deck.  He opened the door into the kitchen, held up his drink towards Grandma and Grandpa and said:  “This is damn good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kool-aid&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the mall in Olympia, Jackson asked Grandma “why don’t people know my name”?  As if he’s extraordinarily famous and EVERYONE should know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Jackson's memorable moments were asking Great Grandpa Eldon why his teeth were messed up.  Grandpa Eldon, replied:  “You’re teeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t so great either” in reference to Jackson’s missing tooth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson also began his fearless statements of the obvious, yet not so tactful remarks such as commenting on a person's age, weight etc.  He informed me that Great Grandma was “really old”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to the bible belt apparently paid off.  We caught Jackson and Brandon outside one day at the lake praying to God.  Hilarious.  I'm not sure what they were praying about or for...but I can only imagine that it had something to do with candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our stay in Washington and at the Lake House, Jackson mastered the art of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoola&lt;/span&gt; hoop.  The boy can swing those hips!  Not only is he adept at swinging one - but he can swing two at a time whilst jumping up and down.  Grandma would cheer him on by chanting:  "How low can you go!"  I think we have some video of this -- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2007-- Peoria&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning home from Washington was nice – nice and HOT that is.  Temps reached the mid to high 90’s as we watched the news reports of other areas of the Midwest getting hit with flash floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson started his Joy Kids class, and we geared up for back-to-school activities.  With a travel ban in place from CAT, we were looking forward to spending some quality time together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Door County Wisconsin- Labor Day 2007&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When living in Wisconsin, Brian and I traveled to Door County, Wisconsin.  We instantly fell in love with it.  We spent Labor Day 2002 in Door County, and our first year anniversary there as well.  Now that we were back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to take a quick trip up to Door County again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving north to Door County took about 5 hours.  After crossing the Wisconsin boarder, I made sure we stopped off at an old favorite:  The Mars Cheese Castle.  That's right!  It's great!  Right off the freeway, the Mars Cheese Castle sells every type of cheese imaginable - sometimes in the shape of cows, the state of Wisconsin, Badgers...whatever.  They always have samples, which we are not shy about testing out.  We stocked up on some cheese, crackers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mustard&lt;/span&gt; and continued "forward" (that's a little Wisconsin joke...).  We passed Milwaukee, pointing out where Brian use to work and some other highlights.  We also took a small detour and drove through White Fish Bay and looked at all the Grand homes along Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Greenbay&lt;/span&gt; and off to the East is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;peninsula&lt;/span&gt; known as Door County.  No chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; etc. are allowed up there.  Only local stores, boutiques and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;.  We stay in Egg Harbor this time. The previous times we stay in Fish Creek.  The hotel was great -- until we figured out they screwed up our reservations.  We stayed there one night and then moved to another place, which was nice as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door County is known for the cherries.  We shopped around Egg Harbor, Fish Creek, Ephraim and Sisters Bay.  The antiques are cute up there and it is quaint and charming.  Over Labor Day, Sisters Bay has a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt; festival.  They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;water skiing&lt;/span&gt; out on the Lake, and all the other fare that goes along with festivals.  We grabbed hot dogs, a beer and sat on the rocks watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;water skiing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we headed off to the White Gull Inn in Door County for their famous Fish Boil.  &lt;a href="http://whitegullinn.com/"&gt;http://whitegullinn.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The White Gull Inn is beyond charming.  Brian and I stayed there in 2002 and 2003.  This time, Jackson was with us and loved watching the Fish Boil.  He pestered the guy doing the fish boil by peppering him with a million questions.   We enjoyed the show -- and the resulting meal.  I especially loved the dessert -- homemade cherry pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all good vacations and summer - it came to an end all too quickly.  We headed back to Peoria in time for Jackson to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3367029621502274903?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3367029621502274903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/summer-2007-summer-of-hoola-hoop-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3367029621502274903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3367029621502274903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/summer-2007-summer-of-hoola-hoop-king.html' title='Summer 2007 - Summer of the Hoola Hoop King'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-5940043345146964497</id><published>2009-01-01T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:38:38.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s 2008'/><title type='text'>New Year's 2008</title><content type='html'>The End of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I were able to spend the night out on the town in Seattle on New Year’s Eve 2008.  We had a blast.  We checked into the Crown Plaza around 5:00.  Brian managed to upgrade us to a corner room with views of the Space Needle and Lake Washington.  We truly had a perfect view of the Needle and we’d be in a prime location to view the firework display at midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than going out to dinner, Brian and I decided to get the most bang for our buck…so to speak and do a “progressive dinner”.  I think we made the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at Tulio’s for a small antipasti platter and a glass of wine.  Romantic cozy little place with an upscale Tuscan feel– perfect to start the evening.  After, we headed to the Wild Ginger, a favorite for Seattle locals.  There, we noshed on spring rolls and pot stickers while we enjoyed their famous Mango/mint mojitos.  We soaked up some people watching and reveled in the buzz around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Wild Ginger, Brian wanted to take a trip down memory lane and we wound up in Pioneer Square.  Immediately sensing we’d outgrown this scene, we took a picture in front of the Merchant Café and ducked into the J&amp;amp;M to use the bathroom.  Let’s just say that the “grunge movement” is alive and well in certain parts of Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some debate about the location of the Owl and Thistle (I won!), we decided to take a cab because I didn’t wear appropriate cobblestone walking shoes.  The cab driver was an idiot, and after a quick detour to Vancouver, BC (or so it seemed) we made our way into the little bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lively Irish music was playing and we snuggled up to watch the singers and the violin player.  Brian shared a few childhood memories of whacking a kid with his sling shot in a corn field and throwing a stick in another kid’s tire spoke before leaving Indiana.  It was nice to hear the stories and his eyes twinkled with delight – especially relishing the story of the kid on the bike.  I think I may have a tiny glimpse of what’s in store with the two boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the crowds started to pack in, we wound up thrown together with a motley crew.  One guy at our crowded table had piercings on every imaginable place on his face, and tattoos peeked out from the sleeves on both his arms.  We expected that in Seattle.  What we didn’t expect, however, was a reasonable and logical response to the asinine environmental regulations that plagued the Seattle area during Winter Blast 2008.  The guy with the piercings is a METRO driver and couldn’t believe that the city didn’t want to use salt on the roads.  “Wow”!  I thought to myself.  I thought all mass transit, tattoo and pierced Seattlites were supposed to embrace all the environmental regulations without question.  However, the stupid policies of Seattle not only shut down the entire city for a week, put people’s lives in danger and simple folks like my new friend out of work for a week, but the policies also severely curtailed the economy of Seattle and no doubt put a damper on a few kid’s Christmas mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress…back to the progressive dinner.  We made our way back up towards the hotel and decided that our noshing wasn’t complete.  So…we popped into the Palomino – Brian’s old bartending job.  I was graced with hearing about where Brian worked and how much fun it was “back in the day.”  We enjoyed our favorite Margarita pizza before running back to the hotel five minutes before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it up to our room just in time.  We barely had our coats off before the fireworks started.  It was great!  We had an amazing room, and shared a quiet moment as we said goodbye to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a great year for us.  We did a lot of traveling, experienced the birth of Charlie and are blessed with a good job, health and a wonderful family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to 2009.  Even though we know the economy may not be great, we have so many things to look forward to.  We heard exciting news of long anticipated pregnancies and births from various friends today, and are hopeful for a healthy and successful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-5940043345146964497?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5940043345146964497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5940043345146964497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/5940043345146964497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-2008.html' title='New Year&apos;s 2008'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4390466218625344590</id><published>2008-12-18T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:46:15.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Travel'/><title type='text'>Midwestern Winter Travel Woes</title><content type='html'>Oh The Weather Outside is Frightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of traveling in the Midwest during winter can make anyone grey prematurely.  We had “planned” to leave Peoria today around 3:00 – after picking Jackson up from school.  However, a huge ice storm is predicted to arrive just about that time with ¾ of an inch of ice.  That ice, on top of existing compact snow and slush makes for a precarious three hour drive north to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since hearing the news, we have re-arranged our schedule several times.  We first pushed back to 1:00, and now we’re hoping for an even earlier departure time.  Three hours and then we’ll be at the Intercontinental Hotel at O’Hare.  I have big plans to put the boys to bed and then take a nice long bath before hitting the chaos at the airport tomorrow.  I’m just wondering how many times Charlie will spit up on me and if I should even bother wearing my new velvety Christmas coat.  Thankfully Brian’s traveling with us, so I’ll pass Charlie off to him after I give him a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, we just worry about the weather in Chicago and Peoria.  However, we may now have to “weather” the weather in Seattle as well (ha, ha, ha!  I'm so puny!).  It’s currently snowing in Seattle, and unlike the Midwest, the Northwest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t as well prepared for snow.  People in the northwest don’t own snow blowers or have attachments on their trucks to move snow out of their driveway.  Heck…I’m not sure many people in the Northwest own a snow shovel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind the snow as long as there is power in Seattle. For some odd reason, the south end of Mercer Island is always the LAST to get power restored during a power outage.  I think it is ironic because my dad use to be Chief Counsel for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt;.  Apparently he has no pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to some Christmas snow (and power).  It will be delightful to watch the snow fall from my parent’s house.  After living in the Midwest now for two plus years, I try not to take for granted the snow-covered Evergreen trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting in front of my parent’s fireplace at night with the twinkling lights of Christmas.  On clear nights, I can look across Lake Washington and see the Christmas lights on the homes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Renton&lt;/span&gt;.  And the Christmas Ships gliding across the lake is always a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!  With some luck, patience and determination...we’ll be home for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4390466218625344590?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4390466218625344590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/midwestern-winter-travel-woes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4390466218625344590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4390466218625344590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/midwestern-winter-travel-woes.html' title='Midwestern Winter Travel Woes'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2127544565448022358</id><published>2008-12-18T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:16:54.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World 2007'/><title type='text'>Archives -Disney World March 2007</title><content type='html'>Disney World Bound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I were traveling to Florida and meeting up with Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Jeanette, Brandon and Hailey in Florida.  The morning we were to leave, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; Brian to please take Jackson downstairs so I could get organized.  My request was ignored and I asked for a “little peace”.  Jackson questioned:  “a piece of what?”.  After suppressing a giggle, I replied:  “a piece of quiet!”  That apparently registered in his three year old brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airline trip was fine.  Jackson is quite the little traveler and quickly made friends with the dance group in Midway, Chicago.  He was dressed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;khaki&lt;/span&gt; pants and his pin striped blazer and Cole Hahn shoes.  What a little gentleman!  When we arrived in Orlando, Jackson asked me if the shuttle was a ride.  Easy to please at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida we spent the first day recuperating.  We headed for downtown Disney and shopped and played at the Lego store.  It was a cold day, but we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hit the Magic Kingdom, wherein Jackson decided he did not like going up high in the Magic Carpet Ride or Dumbo.  He liked the Jungle Cruise and said that was his favorite ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we attempted to find the outlet stores and after an hour of looking, finally found them.  Always a good time in the car.  Felt like a scene out of Chevy Chase's Vacation series -- "Look kids!  Big Ben!"  We shopped a bit and then headed back for naps and some swim time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we headed off for Disney’s Animal Kingdom.  For the same price of admission as the Magic Kingdom, it is my opinion that the park is overpriced.  It was a glorified zoo/safari ride.  Still…it was nice to see a park we had not been to.  We met up with our friends Jen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadlier&lt;/span&gt; and her two little girls.  Jackson thrilled the crowds with his gyrating hip dance to the steel drums – who said white boys can’t dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we dropped off Jeanette and the kids and then looked around at Disney’s Grand Floridian Hotel, the Boardwalk, and several other hotels.  We headed back to the hotel for an afternoon in the pool with Grandma and Grandpa.  It was so nice out!  We got some sun and relaxed before going to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such an eventful day, Jackson fell asleep on the plane.  I had to wake him up when we arrived in Midway.  Poor little guy was so tired.  He kept complimenting me on my shoes and trying to help with the bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our rental car and right before exiting onto I-80 West, Jackson threw up in the backseat -- Nice!  I managed to drive home despite the stench and we arrived in Peoria around Midnight.  I'm just glad Jackson barfed in a rental!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-2127544565448022358?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2127544565448022358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/archives-disney-world-march-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2127544565448022358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/2127544565448022358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/archives-disney-world-march-2007.html' title='Archives -Disney World March 2007'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-7462764891939510235</id><published>2008-12-16T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:12:06.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November/December 2006'/><title type='text'>Archival journal - November/December 2006</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Thanksgiving at our neighbor’s home, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McGuires&lt;/span&gt;.  It was an amazing meal and we all had a lot of fun.  Bridget's meal was amazing and it was nice to be a part of a family when we were so far away from ours.  After Thanksgiving, we started to pack for our trip to Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago-November/December 2006:&lt;br /&gt;We got off to a late start, but made it up to the Intercontinental Hotel around 3:00.  We unpacked and then headed off to Daley Plaza for the Christmas Bavarian festival and tree lighting ceremony.  They had tons of booths filled with Christmas trinkets and food.  We stopped for some spiced wine, potato pancakes and a chocolate crepe.  There were so many people there, that it was hard to move around.  Jackson and I ultimately got separated from Brian during the actual tree lighting, and we heard several fights broke out in the crowd.  Regardless, it was a wonderful event.  On our way out, Jackson saw an “L train” decorated for Christmas and he yelled: “Look! It’s the Polar Express!  Wait for me!!!”  We had dinner at Jackson’s favorite place: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rainforest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Café&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we did a little bit of window shopping and spent time at the Lego store.  We hit our favorite place:  Pippins for Chicago style &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; and then made our way up the Mile to get a picture with Santa.  Jackson told Santa he wanted a Donkey.  When Santa inquired “why”, Jackson said:  “So I can play with it.”  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 we watched Mr. and Mrs. Claus arrive by boat to the Navy Pier and cut the ribbon celebrating the beginning of the Christmas season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went back to the Pier to watch “Happy Feet” on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt; screen before making the trip back to Peoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of November, we got hit with a huge snow storm.  Thank goodness it was Friday and thank goodness I had been to the grocery store and the cleaning lady had come!  We got about 18 inches of snow.  On Friday, we were all stuck inside, although Brian was furiously trying to figure out how to get out, as he was schedule to fly out to Denver that afternoon for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Seahawks&lt;/span&gt; game on Sunday.  As fate would have it, Brian was snowed in.  We spent the day inside, and I made some comfort food for the boys to enjoy.  In the evening, we ventured out into the snow and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, our water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t working.  After hours of trying to find someone to come out to help, we finally found a plumber.  Apparently there was a problem with our water softener.  After getting the water back up and running, we continued shoveling snow.  It took Brian four hours to shovel the driveway, and I spent a good two plus hours shoveling the sidewalk and a path in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we made it out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sams&lt;/span&gt; Club where we bought some supplies for our Christmas party on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools were still closed on Monday and Tuesday, but by Wednesday things were getting back to normal despite the frigid temperatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we had Brian’s regulatory work Christmas party.  It was a huge success.  Brian surprised me before hand with a diamond necklace and matching earrings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  We had a full house and everyone enjoyed themselves.  One paralegal got so toasted she let Jackson open up a couple of his Christmas gifts!  Luckily, they were only books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Sunday recovering from all the Holiday “spirit” and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t venture out too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2006 -- memorable quotes from Jackson:&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of the car on the way to swimming, I asked Jackson: “Why is it that you can’t listen to me?”  Jackson responded:  “I don’t know –it’s a secret”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed for our holiday party, I removed the towel wrapped around my hair and Jackson exclaimed:  “Uh Oh mommy – you’re hair is a mess.  It looks terrible.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the big snow, Jackson went outside to play with our neighbor, Cody.  Cody and Jackson built a snowman.  However, when Jackson came inside that night he said:  “We put the hat on the snowman but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t come to life!”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2006 -- traveling to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time over Christmas 2006.  First, we got stuck in Chicago on our way home due to the big wind storm in Seattle.  Jackson and I had to stay in a hotel that night and try to fly out the next morning.  While we arrived bright and early in Chicago, the hotel said that they could not give us a room until 3:00 p.m.  They changed their mind after about an hour of Jackson and me camping out in the lobby with all our crap.  Brian drove up to spend the night with us and help us get on the flight the next morning.  I’m sure glad he was there, because they had forgotten to rebook Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor boy was so tired, that he fell asleep right away on the flight, only to wake himself up after about an hour because he had peed himself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...the joys of traveling.  Thankfully we were in the last row, so I let his pants dry over the seat.  People love to sit around us when we travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Washington, we were happy to see Grandma, Grandpa and Brandon.  The power was still out, so we got Jackson’s hair cut, went to the mall and then had a late lunch before heading over to the Petersen’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at Jeanette and Kurt’s, while Jackson went to M.I. to sleep between Grandma and Grandpa in the cold.  The power was still out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran more errands that day and then attended the Rainier Club’s Santa Supper that evening.  Afterwards, we drove down to the lake to get out of the Petersen’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Olympia, Jackson got to visit with Chelsea and see the great grandparents.  We helped Great Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Burleson&lt;/span&gt; put up and decorate their tree, and we had all the great grandparents over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-Christmas dinner.  Jackson was so helpful in passing out food to the  great grandparents.  He also said a nice prayer before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple days in Olympia, my dad decided to hook up a generator to the M.I. house to get some heat going.  Stephanie and her kids were due to arrive on the 21st and the power was still out!  We managed to get the tree up and decorated, and the generator made it possible for us to sleep in a warm, albeit dark home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, mom, Jeanette and I saw: White Christmas at the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Avenue.  It was wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian arrived on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and the kids arrived on the 21st.  We decorated a train cake; watched movies and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I visited with Margaret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Redman&lt;/span&gt;, Brian Way, and other friends from high school.  Before you knew it, it was Christmas Eve!  Brian dressed up as Santa again, and all the kids went nuts.  I think Matthew was a bit upset because he saw “dark hair” under Santa’s hat. I’m not sure how much longer Matthew will “believe”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great – even though we got off to a slow start waiting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Petersens&lt;/span&gt;.  Jackson got cooking stuff for his pretend Kitchen, he got a new back pack, train tracks a magic set/costume and an apron and hat for his kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next few days shopping, visiting friends and playing.  Mom, dad and I took Jackson to the Pacific Science Center and to the Pavilion where there was a great train set up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight home was a bit smoother than the flight out. We were upgraded to first class, so we got a bit more space.  Jackson's bladder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t make it through this flight either.  On our descent down into Chicago, he peed his pants again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Peoria, we unwrapped a few more gifts.  Jackson called Grandpa and said:  “I got a kitchen and it’s just my size!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 (Jackson was three years old).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-7462764891939510235?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7462764891939510235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/archival-journal-novemberdecember-2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7462764891939510235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/7462764891939510235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/archival-journal-novemberdecember-2006.html' title='Archival journal - November/December 2006'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-3496610180997315851</id><published>2008-12-16T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:09:18.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Leslie and Lew Archives - August-October 2006:</title><content type='html'>The following is a journal entry from August-October 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I flew out to our new home in Peoria, Illinois on my 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday – August 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The weather was very hot and humid.  Brian was so excited to see us and greeted me with lots of nice birthday presents.  I, however, was ready to pull up my sleeves and get to make the house a home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the River City Club, where we would go everyday for the first couple of weeks.  They have group classes at 9:15 every day so Jackson and I would leave the house by nine.  He’d play with his “friends” up in the daycare while I tried to get in shape before having another baby.  After playing, we’d head out to the pool.  Jackson was SO excited – this club has 4 outdoor pools.  One has a high dive, low dive and twisty slide.  This summer, Jackson just looked, but did not attempt to brave the diving boards or slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer came to an end, we traveled to see Kristin, Rich and Richie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Feronti&lt;/span&gt; in Cleveland, OH.  We drove through Indianapolis where we stayed our first night.  We stayed at the Crown Plaza, which converted two old trains into rooms.  The experience was fun for an adult, but Jackson was in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; heaven and kept waiting for the train to “take off.”  He was so upset when we left to head off to the Children’s Museum, but eventually forgot about the train when he say Bob the Builder and the other amazing exhibits for children (Sesame Street; trains; doll houses; dinosaurs etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Indianapolis, we drove onto Cleveland.  We passed Columbus, OH, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get to see much of the city.  Getting to Kristin’s home took us on a very long 2 lane highway for over an hour.  We passed an Amish horse and buggy, and a few penitentiaries.  On the way to Kristin Feronti’s home in Cleveland Jackson, asked:  “Do you want to dance and shake your hips?”  I guess that is an important question for a three year old.  After sitting in the car for five hours, Jackson said:  “I’m done with this. I want out of this seat!” We were all done with it.  We enjoyed an evening of pizza and wine and geared up to travel onto Lake Chautauqua, NY the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the tail end of hurricane Ernesto, so our drive was quite miserable in the down-pouring of rain.  When we finally arrived at the Lake, Aunt Betsy greeted us and we went to dinner and then spent an evening by the fire catching up over a bottle of wine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we toured around town; went to the Chautauqua Institute, a few antique stores, and did a bit of shopping.  That night we made dinner at Aunt Betsy’s home and then played cards until the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, they local neighborhood had a corn roast.  They boiled freshly-harvested corn in a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cauldron&lt;/span&gt; over an outdoor fire.  After the corn was ready, they’d throw it on the table and then a free-for-all would ensue where everyone grabbed ears of corn, smothered butter and salt on it and ate it in the glow of the fire.  Jackson had about 4 ears of corn, and I’ll admit to having at least two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Labor Day Monday, we drove 11 hours back to Peoria.  Jackson slept for almost 5 hours, which made the trip seem faster.&lt;br /&gt;After our trip, we began to settle in to everyday life.  Jackson started preschool on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, as well as his gymnastic classes and swimming classes.  I also signed him up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AWANAS&lt;/span&gt;, a boy scout/bible study type group.  Along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AWANAS&lt;/span&gt;, Jackson and I started attending a community bible study group on Thursdays.  Jackson goes to his own class and memorizes bible verses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to know our neighbors, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McGuires&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Russells&lt;/span&gt; quite well.  The Russell kids baby-sit and their 12 year old son, Cody, has become a favorite of Jackson’s.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McGuires&lt;/span&gt; often come over to visit over a glass of wine, and we visited them twice for dinner, which is a treat because Bridget is a culinary chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pekin&lt;/span&gt;’s Marigold festival and Morton’s pumpkin festival.  Fall is Illinois’ “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Falloween&lt;/span&gt;” and every weekend there is some sort of festival going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we started to settle into a routine, Brian’s folks came out for a visit and Jackson’s school’s fall harvest festival.  They had hayrides, homemade ice cream, face painting, pumpkin rolling and variety of other activities for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Tanner’s Apple Orchard with corn mazes etc. and hit the Oktoberfest festival on the river where Jackson won an award for blowing into a Swiss mountain horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October brought Brian’s 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and we packed everyone up and headed up to Chicago to celebrate in style.  The first night we headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rainforest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Café&lt;/span&gt; (our first experience!).  Jackson had a blast looking at the alligator, the elephants and gorillas while we ate. The place was entirely overpriced and the food was less than mediocre.  Nevertheless, Jackson had fun and sat atop Brian’s shoulders and slapped at the snakes head on our way out.   The next day, Jackson and I went shopping on Michigan Avenue.  While we waited for the stores to open up at 10:00 we hit Starbucks rod escalators up and down (and up and down and up and down…).  On our way to get a classic Chicago style &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; for lunch, Jackson informed me that he wanted to go back to the hotel.  So we headed off for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Allerton&lt;/span&gt; Crown Plaza (Tip Top Tap) and rested.  Once Jackson woke from his nap, Brian returned from his meetings and we all headed off for the Navy Pier where we walked around for a few hours.  They had a Halloween festival going on at the time with characters dressed up as “Demons of the Deep”.  Pretty scary for adults – I’m not sure what Jackson was thinking.  We walked through a stained glass window exhibit and also had a snack at the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cheeseborger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cheeseborger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cheeseborger&lt;/span&gt;” place, which was part of an old Saturday Night Live skit.  For dinner we were off to Gino’s East for deep dish Chicago-style pizza!  On Saturday, we hit the Lincoln Park Zoo and the Navy Pier again.  After lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gumps&lt;/span&gt; we rode the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel (25 stories high!) and watched Jackson cry for the entire 7 minute ride.  As it was getting close to nap time, we headed back to the hotel, got our car and drove back to Peoria.  We took route 29 down the west side of the Illinois River, and the views were amazing.  Our camera had run out of juice, so unfortunately we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October brought not only the changing of colors on the leaves but the neighborhood “booing” where someone leaves a “boo” and some candy on your door and you are suppose to pass it on, by “booing” two other families.  Brian particularly got into the “booing” and made some nice sparkly ghosts on black and orange paper.  Brian also draped orange lights on our hedge in front of our house.  Inside, Jackson had particular fun helping me decorate.  He loved the spider candelabra.  Jackson was so excited when we finished decorating the house. He asked to light all the “spooky lights” and said he wanted to show Brandon “my spooky house.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dark rainy night in October, Jackson asked for some hot chocolate. I made him a cup and tried to explain the significance of “hot” (verses ice cold).  I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt; warm milk and added chocolate to it.  Jackson took a sip and announced it was “scrumptious!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 28, 2006, Jackson and I headed back to Washington for our first trip home after the move.  As fate would have it, we got delayed in Chicago for 3 hours and Jackson didn’t sleep much on the plane despite my attempt to drug him with Dramamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived in Seattle, Jackson seemed enthralled with the horizontal escalator (a.k.a. people mover).  His focus was intent until he spied Brandon and Jackson about a yard away from the end of the people mover.  At that point, he took off running.  He kept on running even after the people mover ended.  He attempted to keep the same pace, but eventually fell forward. The spill did not deter him from his ultimate goal: Brandon and Grandma.  But then…a dilemma.  On the left…Brandon…on the right…Grandma!  After a split second, Jackson made his choice – sorry Brandon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon had a gift for Jackson – a crayon-colored Halloween candy bag wrapped by Aunt Jeanette. Jackson was bursting at the seams when he opened the gift.  We drove back to Mercer Island where we relaxed with a little dinner and wine and let the boys wear themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, despite the 3:00 wake up time (note to self: do not attempt travel during daylight savings time), we headed off to the Pacific Science Center where they had a Halloween event.  After several exhausting hours and an overpriced lunch, we all headed home. We got cheers (and a few jeers) over the boys’ costumes.  They were decked out in their Husky Tack Suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we again rose before the sun. After playing with Grandma and Grandpa we headed off to the mall for mommy to do a bit of shopping.  After that, it was home for nap and then Brandon and Hailey came back over to carve pumpkins!  Grandpa was awesome at making funny and spooky faces, and Brandon and Jackson were kept busy picking out the pumpkin’s brains and seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween brought more events.  Jackson donned his homemade Peter Pan costume and headed out to see Brandon at his school.  The perpetual joiner didn’t miss a beat and fit right into Brandon’s school and school parade.  Lunch at McDonalds followed and then an attempt at an afternoon nap.  After napping, Jackson trick-or-treated in mommy’s old neighborhood – S.E. 59th Street before heading over to Newport Hills for a jaunt in our old neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip over to Newport Hills was accompanied by a lot of questions and statements about our old home and old school.  The candy helped re-focus his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on a sugar high from Halloween, we packed the kids in the car and headed down to Olympia to go to Chuck-E-Cheese and see great grandma and grandpa.  The day was long!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Olympia, we played more at home and spent time visiting and playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride home was relatively peaceful.  Jackson slept most of the ride to Chicago, and we boarded the plane as soon as we got to the gate headed for Peoria.  Although not delayed, our baggage was lost and we waited 45 minutes for a cab ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recovery of our trip took a few days!  And Christmas is just around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-3496610180997315851?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3496610180997315851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-leslie-and-lew-archives-august.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3496610180997315851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/3496610180997315851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-leslie-and-lew-archives-august.html' title='From The Leslie and Lew Archives - August-October 2006:'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-4938237369476825095</id><published>2008-12-16T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:30:06.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Yule Like Peoria&quot;'/><title type='text'>"Yule Like Peoria"</title><content type='html'>"Yule Like Peoria" or so the banners say.  I often joke that they forgot the question mark.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; - -Peoria dons it's Christmas attire right after Thanksgiving by hanging the banners &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;light posts&lt;/span&gt; around town.  I'm not sure if those banners are for newcomers, or to remind people living in Peoria that &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt;, if they give it a try...they will like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the banners are cheesy.  I remember the first time I saw the banners in 2006, and wondered who thought up the ridiculous slogan.  Then I thought:  "Probably the same person who named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;:  "The French Toast" and "2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chez&lt;/span&gt;".  Did that person get paid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the ridiculous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;advertising&lt;/span&gt;, Peoria can be a fun place during the holidays.  Last night we enjoyed Jackson's school Christmas Performance.  His class sang Three Ships and Suzy Snowflake -- complete with little dance moves.  Jackson did very well, and was right in front!  Although I have to admit that I was distracted the entire time wondering if Jackson tucked his sweater into his pants, or if his teacher inadvertently did while trying to help him.  Thank goodness I got his hair cut, or I would have been thinking about the sweater and his hair the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was in the new gym, which is outstanding.  We sat in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bleachers&lt;/span&gt; because the entire gym was full.  Charlie did great.  I think he liked the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are "enjoying" the snow.  We are suppose to get 2-4 inches.  Our neighborhood, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Edgewild&lt;/span&gt;, is quite charming.  Everyone really decorates for Christmas.  We have fun driving around and picking out our favorite homes and decorations.  Those Christmas decorations look especially beautiful in the fresh snow.  Perhaps my favorite "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Midwestern&lt;/span&gt;" treat is catching a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of a red cardinal on a snow-studded tree branch.  It's absolutely gorgeous, and something distinct to this region. (I also love the fireflies, but wait for a summer post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are ever in the area at Christmas time, I'm sure "Yule like Peoria" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and Lew's Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257387285903760372-4938237369476825095?l=wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4938237369476825095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/yule-like-peoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4938237369476825095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257387285903760372/posts/default/4938237369476825095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwleslieandlewslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/yule-like-peoria.html' title='&quot;Yule Like Peoria&quot;'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476742676280135897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-uAjfYWfs/SUbEK-1aJoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G9CbFGMDCuo/S220/002_2_00.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257387285903760372.post-2388344744210078174</id><published>2008-12-15T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:53:57.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2008'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Home For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our family's new blog!  I chose the name for several reasons.  First, my full name is Leslie Louise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lewallen&lt;/span&gt;.  "Lulu" was adopted as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knickname&lt;/span&gt; by a few close friends.  Next, my husband, Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lewallen&lt;/span&gt;, was called "Lew" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; and college.  The name I think even stuck around through law school.  Anyway, Lulu and Lew's Life will be a blog just about that:  our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently reside in Peoria, Illinois with our two sons:  Jackson Marshall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lewallen&lt;/span&gt; (5 1/2), and Charles Walker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lewallen&lt;/span&gt; (6 months).  We also have two little dogs: Duke and Duchess.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Papillon&lt;/span&gt; dogs and I have resolved never again to own dogs.  I sincerely believe they are as much work (if not more) than children.  The only good thing is that on "normal" days (any day where the temp is above 10 degrees), I can leave them outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian works for CAT as Corporate Counsel in the environmental and regulatory division, and I have taken time off from the law to focus on my boys.  For "work" outside the home, I teach a group fitness class and have gone into business with a friend who custom-designs caps/hats.  See:  &lt;a href="http://www.marigoldcaps.com/"&gt;www.marigoldcaps.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I help with sales/marketing and also write copy for her.  It's been so much fun to be a part of it!  Beyond that, I'm busy with they typical parental duties and chasing down small dogs who have escaped the invisible fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both extended families still living in Washington, we fly home frequently. While most people groan, take anxiety medications, or simply forget about flying, we have become quasi-experts on traveling with children.  We love to travel, and have gotten flying and driving down to a near science.  Best advice:  expect the unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly out of Chicago on Thursday to head back to Mercer Island, Washington for two weeks!  We are very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we have plenty to get organized.  Tonight is Jackson's School's Christmas Program.  Watch for pictures to be uploaded soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from Lulu and Lew's Life!&lt;br /&gt;(a.k.a. 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