<?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-7921898</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaret's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My husband, Tony, and I adopted our first child, Annie, from China.  We started the process in Sept. 2003 and traveled to China to bring her home in October 2004.  We started a web page and blogs to keep family and friends updated on our progress and share in our journey. We began the process to bring our second child home in September 2005.  As the wait drags on, the blog has lapsed into updates and musings. Check in as you like as our/my journey continues.

© 2004 Margaret Sowards</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-5060261501050147136</id><published>2008-01-04T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:58.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Good Will?</title><content type='html'>Well--it's been a while. Thanks to those of you who check in and haven't given me a guilt trip about not posting. Life since last posting and indeed through the holidays has been busy and full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great week in Disneyland with Tony in October to celebrate Annie's 4th birthday--simply wonderful, and all of our dreams came true. This could be a post in and of itself, but a couple of photos will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151731346307462610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/R36gXUrmtdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HJIV89inshw/s320/PA030083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151731651250140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/R36gpErmteI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0Hqbnf_QDZA/s320/PA030090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were also a few not so joyful moments recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many readers may know, my grandmother, Marg, died the week before Christmas. We are all going to miss her very very much, but her passing occured peacefully, without lengthy suffering, and with all of her children at her side. We are thankful for that, and her legacy of optimism, tolerance, and unconditional love will live in us all. Beautiful confirmation that there is dignity in dying when we trust in God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151732450114057714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/R36hXkrmtfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/unbFS9PO_LM/s320/Marg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we began making calls on Monday to attend the funeral that Friday, we entered into a week of travel H-E-double toothpicks. Annie and I had tickets to travel to Indianapolis that same Friday to celebrate Christmas with my brother and his family. We enlisted the help of my brother's travel agent (actually, about 5 of us enlisted his services!) to see if we could divert to Alabama to attend the funeral before heading to Indy. No luck. I should have known then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks filled with putting up a tree (had to do this twice because the first one I purchased was too big), attending holiday events, purchasing gifts, wrapping gifts, shipping gifts, packing suitcases, and (oh yeah) working (you can throw in a few family birthdays as well, AND making arrangements for Annie who was out of school for 2 weeks), Annie and I headed to the airport as originally planned on the Friday before Christmas with plenty of time for parking, transferring luggage from one place to another, security, coffee, and boarding with our wits about us. Indeed, other than forgetting to put even $3 in my wallet for a cart to transport the massive amounts of luggage a mom and 4 year old need for a 5 day trip over Christmas, the morning went off without a hitch. We miraculously found a lone, free cart 2o feet from the mountain of luggage that I needed to move (in return for this good fortune, I was sure to leave one when we arrived home for someone else in need). We breezed through security, and we wandered the halls of the airport shopping, having breakfast, and even saw Santa riding around on a cart. Lots of fun. Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had purchased the tickets months ago with the many many miles we have accumulated on Delta throughout the years. We don't travel enough to benefit from miles often. I had to use double miles to purchase these tickets because it was holiday time, so I also had to purchase $300 worth of miles from Tony's account to transfer over so I had enough. I was able to select seats for every leg of the trip except Seattle to Cincinnati. When it came time to board, we still didn't have seats. 8 of us were slated to be bumped because Delta overbooked. After multiple attempts, Delta only got 2 volunteers. No doubt, it was because although the compensation for volunteering was the customary voucher, the next flight out to Cincinnati was a day and a half later on a red-eye. As we later found out--that was about the only next flight out of Seattle to anywhere. After hours of trying to be nice and then turning not-so-nice, I was able to accomplish nothing better with Delta. We were put on the red-eye and got nothing more than the volunteers. What annoyed me most was that there was NO effort at treating our situation with any special care, concern, or sense of urgency. We had purchased a ticket, were involuntarily bumped, and just got what we got. ARGH! And to top it off--they sent our luggage anyway which in this case, included Annie's car seat (and of course all of those essential personal care liquids which we can no longer take through security).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Annie's request and upon receiving a loaner car seat from Delta (which I'm holding hostage until they give me another voucher), we had dinner at her and Tony's favorite restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.canyonsrestaurant.com/"&gt;Canyons,&lt;/a&gt; near our old apartment in Redmond. Our waitress and the manager spread some good will and didn't charge us for some of our dinner to help make up for our miserable day. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the day together on Sat. running errands and a stop by the Seattle Acquarium (thanks to two free passes from my sister which expired on the 31st) before heading back to the airport for our 11:00 pm flight. Annie was a peach through all of this. She was so patient, so polite, and so cooperative--I recognized it then, and am still awed at her agreeableness as I look back on those few days. Even more considering the fact that it came after a week of experiencing my sadness over the loss of my grandmother, and the chaos that preceded our departure. She is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a long flight during which Annie slept and I didn't. As we were nearing landing in Cincinnati, Annie woke up and the turbulance were terrible. I was tired, not feeling well, and couldn't take my eyes off the "safety card in the seat pocket in front of me." I looked down at Annie and she looked up with a sleepy smile and said, "I like this plane ride--it's fun!" We landed, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit with my brother's family was too short, but lots of fun and definitely worth the effort to get there. Our return home was on time and uneventful. After a few more days of coming and going to celebrate the holidays with Tony's family and my sister here in Seattle, the busy-ness subsided, but the spirit remained. Annie and I decided to leave Christmas up in the house until Tony gets home (he's given me permission to take it down if I can't stand it that long), and we continue to light the tree, flip the switch on the fire, open up the Christmas cards that are trickling in, turn on the Christmas music (which Annie LOVES to sing along with), and cozie up under a blanket to read all of the wonderful books Annie got for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151737827413112322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/R36mQkrmtgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FlIo5T-PkFc/s320/Annie+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And now I get to the reason that finally prompted me to post... One of the many online purchases I made during the fall and winter months of family birthdays and Christmas was sent to me in duplicate. I figured I had hit the "submit" button twice and wasn't surprised given all of the things I was juggling. It was easy enough to return, and I chalked up the $6 or so that I'd lose for the return shipment to the gas and parking fees I saved shopping "live." I was able to send off the return before getting back on the plane, and a few days later found a full refund (including the shipping charges) in my account. Yesterday, I got a letter in the mail from &lt;a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/"&gt;Sundance&lt;/a&gt;, the vendor. It was the most refreshing consumer correspondence I have ever received. It quite frankly and literally said, we were working too fast and we made a mistake--we're sorry. We gave you a full refund AND are enclosing a $50 gift card for use in our stores or online (no expiration date, no minimum purchase, no strings!) Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, exercising my first amendment right and the power of the declining US dollar (God Bless America), I'm giving a thumbs up to Sundance and the Redmond Canyons for their Christmas good will, and a thumbs down to Delta for their lack of it. Spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think I'm near recovery--I have 10 pounds to lose (ok, more, but I'm being realistic), and sleep to catch up on, but I emerge thankful for the help of family and friends who have carried me through not only these last few months, but this last year without Tony. We look forward to his return later this month!&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/7921898-5060261501050147136?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/5060261501050147136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=5060261501050147136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5060261501050147136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5060261501050147136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-good-will.html' title='Christmas Good Will?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/R36gXUrmtdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HJIV89inshw/s72-c/PA030083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-1069756900675337197</id><published>2007-09-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:59.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots of Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of the descriptions are active links. Click on them to find out more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHuOYQl2uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4M1oHDF_Des/s1600-h/DSCN3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112128982839843554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHuOYQl2uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4M1oHDF_Des/s320/DSCN3454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://archive.gulfnews.com/articles/06/06/18/10047703.html"&gt;Dubai and cranes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHt7YQl2tI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0VffxAhJofI/s1600-h/DSCN3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112128656422329042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHt7YQl2tI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0VffxAhJofI/s320/DSCN3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Le Royal Meridien with city around Jumeriah behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtiIQl2rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8xMHkext7LU/s1600-h/DSCN3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112128222630632114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtiIQl2rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8xMHkext7LU/s320/DSCN3533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View north from Le Royal Meridian toward Dubai Creek.&lt;br /&gt;The Burj Al Arab ("The Sail") in the distance (center).&lt;br /&gt;Buildings on the trunk of the Palm Jumeriah in the distance (left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtWoQl2qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jsvhyrG435o/s1600-h/DSCN3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112128025062136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtWoQl2qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jsvhyrG435o/s320/DSCN3531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camels on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtJoQl2pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yJuu6jaPsJM/s1600-h/DSCN3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112127801723837074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHtJoQl2pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yJuu6jaPsJM/s320/DSCN3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunset in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burjdubai.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112127565500635778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHs74Ql2oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vNLtZcmyz6U/s320/DSCN3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Burj Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsyIQl2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fdouQH2VtY4/s1600-h/DSCN3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112127397996911218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsyIQl2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fdouQH2VtY4/s320/DSCN3456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Burj Dubai from a little farther out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsqIQl2mI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hwT3fd9AnPM/s1600-h/DSCN3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112127260557957730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsqIQl2mI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hwT3fd9AnPM/s320/DSCN3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taxis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://archive.gulfnews.com/articles/07/01/03/10093894.html"&gt;The pink top denotes a female driver. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsJIQl2jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/apgCK_JFVOs/s1600-h/DSCN3434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112126693622274610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHsJIQl2jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/apgCK_JFVOs/s320/DSCN3434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.skidxb.com/English/default.aspx"&gt;Ski Dubai&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.malloftheemirates.com/"&gt;Mall of the Emirates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-1069756900675337197?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/1069756900675337197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=1069756900675337197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1069756900675337197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1069756900675337197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/snapshots-of-dubai.html' title='Snapshots of Dubai'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RvHuOYQl2uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4M1oHDF_Des/s72-c/DSCN3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-7195343497944379853</id><published>2007-09-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:01.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not in Kansas any more, Toto.</title><content type='html'>At first blush, Dubai appears to be like many modern cities in America. In fact, during a recent trip to a local "big box" store, I counted several women wearing abayas. But, every once in a while something would come to my attention to remind me exactly where I had landed. Things like articles about adulterers getting a year in jail and drunk drivers getting two--years, not days! On the way home, I bought a British tabloid (an upscale one, mind you!) at the Dubai airport. Most of the photos were not unlike any other you'd see in a People Mag bought here in the US--except one. Clearly, someone didn't like the bikini coverage (or lack thereof) on the backside of a Hollywood lady and had taken a black marker and blacked out the objectionable part of the photo. I wonder how many people are employed to do that. What do they get paid? What are their guidelines? Then, there was this page that I came across when trying to find out about the history, culture, and lasting effects of henna tattoos (mine is fading disappointingly fast): &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109832265101201634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RunFXz8v0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IYRfFMmyR9w/s320/Site+Blocked+-+_+_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It states in pertinent part, "We apologize the site you are attempting to visit has been blocked due to its content being inconsistent with the religious, cultural, political and moral values of the United Arab Emirates. If you think this site should not be blocked, please visit the Feedback Form available on our website."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a master blaster time at Wild Wadi the day before I flew out. I need to get the photos developed from the water proof camera I purchased at their ever-so-well-designed park and I'll post some with a few stories. Stay tuned... In the mean time, I'm back, somewhat caught up on sleep and back in the swing of things. Annie did quite well and now we look forward to Tony's upcoming visit and our trip to Disneyland for some family time and to celebrate Annie's 4th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-7195343497944379853?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/7195343497944379853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=7195343497944379853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7195343497944379853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7195343497944379853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-not-in-kansas-any-more-toto.html' title='We&apos;re not in Kansas any more, Toto.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RunFXz8v0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IYRfFMmyR9w/s72-c/Site+Blocked+-+_+_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-3159864327382177787</id><published>2007-09-06T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:01.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Safari</title><content type='html'>We had an absolutely wonderful day yesterday on safari in the desert.  We drove in a caravan of about 10 cars filled with 5-6 people each out of town into the dunes.  I'll admit to it being a white nuckler for me as we drove up, over, and sideways on sand dunes.  The sand formations were classic and the terrain went on seemingly forever.  We managed to be the only ones who got stuck and I expect my vacation diet might have been a factor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride culminated with a visit to a camel farm there in the dunes and a visit to a camp for sand boarding, camel rides, smoking of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/6238382.stm"&gt;shisha&lt;/a&gt;, photos in traditional dress, sand art, BBQ dinner and belly dancing.  It sounded a little hokey indeed, but ended up being a lot of fun.  We were drenched and gritty when we arrived back at the hotel after sunset.  I managed some great photos of the dunes and sunset and will share more when I get back.  I took this one from the phone camera--these guys looked so peaceful and remarkably graceful as they moved about in their native environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107291226119089906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RuC-T4FMLvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UCDVnjve3sM/s320/camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wild Wadi!  Tomorrow I head home--it's been a great visit and adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-3159864327382177787?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/3159864327382177787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=3159864327382177787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3159864327382177787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3159864327382177787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/desert-safari.html' title='Desert Safari'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RuC-T4FMLvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UCDVnjve3sM/s72-c/camel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-547090881051370636</id><published>2007-09-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:01.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset on the Gulf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt9f2oFMLtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I_5gkgmLOxs/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106905894538194642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt9f2oFMLtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I_5gkgmLOxs/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another photo from our balcony of the sunset.  Normally, seeing the setting sun on a hot day would bring some temperature relief, but not here!  I am getting used to the heat and the days seem to be getting slightly cooler--only 105 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt; today.  It is also getting less hazy by the day which does enhance the beauty of this city.  I imagine it is heavenly in January and February--so many wonderful places to be outside and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aesthetically&lt;/span&gt; pleasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off on an adventure this evening into the desert.  I'm hoping it isn't as touristy as it could be, but I'm up for it any way!  We put off Wild Wadi until tomorrow so that Tony could fully recover and enjoy the activity.  He put down a hamburger and a steak yesterday, so I'd say he's all better!  We enjoyed some shopping at the &lt;a href="http://www.madinatjumeirah.com/shopping/#PTP_040714_15330429_16VCP"&gt;Madinat Souk&lt;/a&gt;, as well as a nice visit with some Irish newlyweds at the pool.  Now and again, we seem some camels strolling down the beach.  Indeed we are in Arabia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-547090881051370636?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/547090881051370636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=547090881051370636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/547090881051370636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/547090881051370636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunset-on-gulf.html' title='Sunset on the Gulf'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt9f2oFMLtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I_5gkgmLOxs/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-6918402762869668981</id><published>2007-09-05T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:02.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way to Mecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you may be aware, Muslims face Mecca during their daily prayers and one of the key tenets of Islam is a pilgrimage to Mecca at least once in a Muslim's life (known as Hajj).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106724496594448050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt6634FMLrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lA39P3BxQ8I/s320/arrow+to+mecca.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Notice the black circle in the corner above our bed in the suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RuC9-YFMLuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B_AliSFu1E4/s1600-h/arrow+clear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107296032187494146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RuDCroFMLwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oEo-51cvH7w/s320/arrow+clear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an arrow pointing in the direction of Mecca. Apparently they appear in many public areas as well. I'm on the hunt....&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/7921898-6918402762869668981?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/6918402762869668981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=6918402762869668981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/6918402762869668981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/6918402762869668981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-to-mecca.html' title='The Way to Mecca'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt6634FMLrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lA39P3BxQ8I/s72-c/arrow+to+mecca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-3025731593022558396</id><published>2007-09-04T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:02.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumeirah Beach from Le Royal Meridien</title><content type='html'>Given the nice weather this morning, I was able to get some better-than-I-thought photos out of my phone and send to myself via e-mail. Technology! Here are some shots from the balcony of our suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106243851099319938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt0FuoFMLoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MUnGfBw0iqE/s320/From+Balcony+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A view looking toward Dubai Creek of the The Palm Jumeirah, one of &lt;a href="http://www.thepalm.ae/"&gt;The Palm Trilogy&lt;/a&gt; under construction. You can't tell much from the photo--this development on "reclaimed land" is quite massive and being billed as the "8th Wonder of the World." Homes have already been inhabited on this Palm and you can just barely make some out through the haze in the far distance of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106245075164999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt0G14FMLpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/88u05TmAaP8/s320/From+Balcony+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a look the other way down Jumeirah Beach. Buildings throughout Dubai seem to be mostly of two exteriors, glass or this tan colored material. The tan buildings in the foreground are part of Le Royal Meridien. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106245633510747810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt0HWYFMLqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nfro3w0B_2Y/s320/From+Balcony+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alas, the beautiful oasis filled grounds of our resort with the Persian Gulf in the distance. The palms look and are dusty due likely to the constant construction and the obvious indigenous sands that blow, and the lack of rain to fall and wash them off. That's it! I can make my fortune in Dubai by developing and marketing a palm tree washer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-3025731593022558396?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/3025731593022558396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=3025731593022558396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3025731593022558396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3025731593022558396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/dubai-from-le-royal-meridien.html' title='Jumeirah Beach from Le Royal Meridien'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rt0FuoFMLoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MUnGfBw0iqE/s72-c/From+Balcony+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4142307009292281198</id><published>2007-09-03T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:31:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Dubai</title><content type='html'>My apologies for not writing sooner--it's been nice to get away from the computer for a few days and focus on reuniting. I'm taking advantage of the moment to update readers as Tony is enjoying some good sleep. I am jealous--I am sleeping well, just wish it could be longer. It is wonderful to see him. He looks fantastic and doing well. I will leave the updates on the details to more private conversations for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai! It's name alone and in reputation deserves exclamation. It is everything I had heard and read about, and has already been a worthy experience in these couple of days. I am looking out at the beautiful Persian Gulf as I type and today looks to be clearer than the previous two or three--however you want to count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was long, but relatively comfortable. Traveling alone, and for about 22 hours, allowed me to listen, smell, and observe the subtleties and uniqueness of environments new to me in a world that seems to be ever more globalized. I'm not really sure how I passed the six hours in Amsterdam, but I know I saw the whole darn airport behind Passport security. Didn't sleep at all, but did get to watch a few good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony met me at the airport, and there were flowers and champagne awaiting my arrival at the hotel. Our hotel is worthy of its reputation. We have a beautiful suite that looks over the grounds including three pools and stretching to the Gulf. We have a 24 hour butler and 4 or 5 amazing places to eat. Work out room, spa, coffee lounge, the works. I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.leroyalmeridien-dubai.com/control.cfm?"&gt;Le Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meridien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jumeirah&lt;/span&gt; Beach&lt;/a&gt; highly. The beaches are beautiful and the water as warm as your bathtub! The shells are small and delicate and immediately upon setting off down the shore, we thought of how much Annie would enjoy shell hunting here and playing in the warm, calm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai is indeed a city under construction. There are countless high rise buildings being constructed and road detours abound. They are also constructing a much needed rapid transit system to connect the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jumeirah&lt;/span&gt; Beach area development with the older part of town around Dubai Creek. Although you can walk around the older part of town, the newer parts of the city around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jumeirah&lt;/span&gt; Beach are not pedestrian friendly. (At this time of year, the weather is not really pedestrian friendly either...) I imagined it to be much smaller and more compact than it is. Although I have taken the conservative approach on dress, many other "westerners" do not, and there are no obvious ramifications. The resorts are quite international with very few "locals." Most are from India and Asia. They are quite polite and very nice looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been hot, humid, and hazy, but that hasn't stopped us. We've went to the Gold Souk yesterday. It was in the area around Dubai Creek and open air, but covered. The gold was plentiful and the workmanship on the traditional pieces exquisite. The traditional pieces that you can't find elsewhere were thousands of dollars and likely where the "deals" could be had--they won't bargain the price of the gold, but you can talk them down on the value of the workmanship--ironically, that is where the value, in my mind, was. When you walk in, you are immediately outnumbered by the salesmen. They are mostly young and very polite. Most all dressed in slacks, button down long sleeved shirts, and ties. They call you Ma'am and immediately engage you. Everything looks beautiful on you. ;-) As you look, they bring pieces to you and offer you a chair and a drink of juice or water--whether you want it or not. You move seamlessly from one salesman to another until you notice that one has become dedicated to you. After it happened a couple of times, I imagined that it was quite deliberate and that they had some secret signal that the "boss" gave to my salesman telling him that he was the one most likely to make me a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the experience once inside a shop was overwhelming, it was a nice respite from the heat--and the pushy counterfeit purse salesman ever present on the walk way. The good news is that men do not touch unfamiliar women here. Women will shake hands with a woman, but not a man. However pushy, they only come so close. Having haggled in China, Jamaica, and Mexico (you'd think I'd be better at it than I am) I found the style here the most respectful. No guilt trip and very little invasion of personal space. Despite the hubbub, I never felt my personal safety or my belongings were at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we came home with the cash that we took minus cab fare and drink money. Although I finally managed to move a merchant down from over $1200 to close to $700 for a gold necklaces and earrings for Annie and I, it still didn't smack of the deals that the Souk's reputation proclaims. I was disappointed not to get a treasure, but enjoyed seeing it and the experience--the best (and cheapest!) treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also managed to hit three of the city's massive malls, including the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.malloftheemirates.com/"&gt;Mall of the Emirates&lt;/a&gt;, where we watched the little Muslim children with their mothers in long black parkas (provided by &lt;a href="http://www.skidubai.com/"&gt;Ski Dubai&lt;/a&gt;) tube down the ice shoots. Having my skiing days long behind me, and being somewhat picky about good snow, I ended up not feeling as compelled as I thought I would to ski, but it was fun and amazing to see. &lt;a href="http://www.wildwadi.com/"&gt;Wild Wadi Water Park&lt;/a&gt; however, awaits our arrival hopefully tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off for today--Tony has awaken and isn't feeling well. It came on last night at dinner and seems to be lingering today. Apparently this is normal when he is away from Afghanistan for any period of time as his body adjusts to "normal" food. I'm guessing he has a lingering bug that needs some good antibiotics. Good thing he will be coming home for a visit next month. We can get that bug killed off! It will likely be a quieter day around the hotel today. I have a spa appointment for later and want to enjoy the pool and exercise room some more. They have these lovely &lt;a href="http://www.leroyalmeridien-dubai.com/control.cfm?page=HotelAmenities&amp;amp;langID=1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hammam&lt;/span&gt; pools&lt;/a&gt; in which we indulged yesterday. I managed a plunge into each of the pools including the coldest at 18 degrees Celsius. It was a lovely and peaceful place to visit and relax. Tonight if he is feeling better, we will likely head for the sister property, &lt;a href="http://www.grosvenorhouse-dubai.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grosvenor&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the nicer restaurants are associated with the hotel properties due to the liquor licensing laws. There are some wonderful restaurants in the malls as well, and each mall has a hotel attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone doesn't take great photos and I don't have my cable to download the photos from the camera, so you'll likely have to wait for some photos. But, as always, thanks for your interest and thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-4142307009292281198?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4142307009292281198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4142307009292281198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4142307009292281198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4142307009292281198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/09/greetings-from-dubai.html' title='Greetings from Dubai'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-8396972448138430663</id><published>2007-08-26T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:02.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RtIi8IFMLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/SyCnGvJHr9Q/s1600-h/Annie+Kate+Audrey+Aug+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103179744120942194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RtIi8IFMLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/SyCnGvJHr9Q/s320/Annie+Kate+Audrey+Aug+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly three years since we brought Annie home.  Our agency just had it's annual reunion, and it was a grand affair reuniting many little Chinese sisters.  This is Annie with two of her Chinese sisters, Audrey and Kate, who have known Annie longer than we have.  We all came back from China together.  They are growing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-8396972448138430663?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/8396972448138430663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=8396972448138430663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8396972448138430663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8396972448138430663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/08/chinese-sisters.html' title='Chinese Sisters'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RtIi8IFMLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/SyCnGvJHr9Q/s72-c/Annie+Kate+Audrey+Aug+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-8180516497240494238</id><published>2007-08-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:02.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put me in Coach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RseVNYFMLmI/AAAAAAAAADo/PQZK1sgH5eE/s1600-h/Storm+Game+Aug+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100209160055434850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RseVNYFMLmI/AAAAAAAAADo/PQZK1sgH5eE/s320/Storm+Game+Aug+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie and I went to our first Seattle Storm game last night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Court side&lt;/span&gt; seats compliments of "#4." It was a real blast--unexpectedly. I felt 20 years old all over again. The ladies played so hard and so well. A few attitudes, but mostly just good basketball. It's easy to put it in the hoop when you are nearly 7 feet tall and have testosterone pumping through your blood, but the girls work have to work harder, and therein lies the beauty of the game--the passes, the defense, the screens.... It was not only comforting to be around women my size, but to hear those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; words erupt from my mouth--the fists in the air--the hoots and hollers that I haven't emitted for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In keeping with the trend of reminiscence, I also watched a decent lawyer movie the other night, "Fracture." I'm not a fan of lawyer movies, but this one involved a criminal case and one of the stars was a prosecutor, so I gave it a shot. My favorite line, from the prosecutor's new civil lawyer girlfriend's judge father, "Every once in a while, you get to put a stake in the bad guys heart, and it feels good." I texted the quote to the friend who recommended the movie, someone I met post prosecutor years, and the comment back was, "You are scaring me, is this really you?" Those were the years... Funny how things change... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-8180516497240494238?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/8180516497240494238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=8180516497240494238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8180516497240494238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8180516497240494238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/08/put-me-in-coach.html' title='Put me in Coach!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RseVNYFMLmI/AAAAAAAAADo/PQZK1sgH5eE/s72-c/Storm+Game+Aug+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-8836264584590744864</id><published>2007-08-16T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:26:17.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When bigger is not better....</title><content type='html'>I'm all about efficiency these days.  Although Annie is over all quite well behaved, the moments left for shopping are usually those at the end of the day when she is tired and hungry and I can only manage to squeeze out a quick lap in the grocery store (provided she gets to take home ONE treat for after dinner).  So, in the interest of minimizing the need for a trip out, I maximize quantities purchased (within reason--we only have 2044 sq. ft. and not much of it is dedicated to storage).  I recently purchased not just a big bag of big rolls of toilet paper, but jumbo sized rolls.  I can't even remember when I purchased them, they are so big.  BUT, they are so big, you can barely get a steady stream of paper off of them because the paper rips unless you help the roll around.  I'm not sure about how men feel about this, but I think I speak for all women when I say, "I HATE it when that happens!"  So, now my debate is whether it is better to run out, or to have a roll that you want to chuck across the bathroom.  I think I'll  keep ripping.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-8836264584590744864?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/8836264584590744864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=8836264584590744864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8836264584590744864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8836264584590744864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-bigger-is-not-better.html' title='When bigger is not better....'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-530602004538996734</id><published>2007-07-18T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:34:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony's Connection</title><content type='html'>In case you are wondering why he hasn't posted or are awaiting a reply to an e-mail, Tony's internet connection of late has been prohibitively slow.   We miss seeing his face via our usual form of communication, &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/helloagain.html"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;, but he does manage to get a line out on the telephone after a few tries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-530602004538996734?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/530602004538996734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=530602004538996734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/530602004538996734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/530602004538996734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/07/tonys-connection.html' title='Tony&apos;s Connection'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-1510507815319242564</id><published>2007-07-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:11:37.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dance!</title><content type='html'>Annie and I had the most wonderful weekend. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journeyed&lt;/span&gt; over the mountains to Ellensburg and enjoyed the finest the Kittitas Valley has to offer in terms of scenery, people, and good eats. After a long absence, it was a good time catching up with friends in the courthouse and generally about town. We met some fantastic new folks and got to know others better. It is indeed a special place, and I am so fortunate to have such incredible and accepting friends. Thanks to Sam, Sam, Mitch and Julie, and Fran and Marc, for their amazing hospitality and welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't chronical all of the special moments, but do want to share one here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to Mitch and Julie's beautiful ranch to crash a horse clinic that they were hosting. I'm not a horse person myself, but enjoy the culture and looking on. With full tummies and wine glasses in hand, the music started as the sun set. Annie cuddled up in my lap as we sang, tapped our feet, and just enjoyed the cool breeze on the porch. When the entertainer launched in to Santana's "Smooth" ("Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it..."), there was one particular cowboy who couldn't sit still. His feet started dancing and he was looking for a partner. His fiance, too tired or just not a dancer, shook her head "no" and all of the other ladies seemed contented to observe as well. I just couldn't leave him hanging, so I handed Annie to Mitch, flipped off my flip flops, and joined in. He was a better dancer than I! After a dip and a "thank you" I gathered our little Peanut and the night wound down. It wasn't until all had retired to their respective bunks that I learned my partner had been &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Den-Lions-Terry-Anderson/dp/0345390547"&gt;Terry Anderson&lt;/a&gt;, the correspondent taken hostage by members of the Hezbollah for 7 years in Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my husband will attest, I'm no historian. I did recognize Terry's name and his story, but admittedly wasn't familiar with the details. Thank God for &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google! &lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure exactly what it was that made me get up and dance, but as I read about Terry, I feel so fortunate to have shared in a moment of joy with him. Here is a quote from Terry I found among my readings that I find particularly poignant at the this time of my life. When asked about those 7 years, he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasted empty years? Not quite. No years are empty in a life; and wasted? That depends on what's made of them after."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned? Just dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-1510507815319242564?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/1510507815319242564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=1510507815319242564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1510507815319242564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1510507815319242564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-dance.html' title='Just dance!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4022044796459543974</id><published>2007-06-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in the grotto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rngp7ImDSbI/AAAAAAAAADg/veLN2HBoe5w/s1600-h/A+in+grotto+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077854675756337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rngp7ImDSbI/AAAAAAAAADg/veLN2HBoe5w/s320/A+in+grotto+close.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An angel surely kissed our little peanut. I look at photos like this and I'm thankful that her inside is as beautiful as her outside. For her sillier side, see below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credit for the image taken in the church grotto just before my sister's wedding goes to &lt;a href="http://www.stephaniecristalli.com/"&gt;Stephanie Cristalli&lt;/a&gt;--a good friend and excellent photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-4022044796459543974?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4022044796459543974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4022044796459543974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4022044796459543974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4022044796459543974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/06/moment-in-grotto.html' title='A moment in the grotto.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rngp7ImDSbI/AAAAAAAAADg/veLN2HBoe5w/s72-c/A+in+grotto+close.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-632328243181741412</id><published>2007-06-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:03.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain 2007</title><content type='html'>We're back and had a great trip! Tony looks great, and is doing well professionally and personally. Lots of time to talk, hang out, and catch up. It felt very familiar--not at all like it had been 5 months. We expected that Annie would have some adjustment time, but she didn't miss a beat. She was so excited to see Tony and she wouldn't leave his side for the first 48 hours. Here are a few shots from the week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072199207216457394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQSTignprI/AAAAAAAAACw/z6OfZFND8HQ/s320/DSCN3188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tony and "his shadow." The smiles were the first of many--these due to our silly girl putting on her glasses upside down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072200117749524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQTIignptI/AAAAAAAAADA/jRGp1A0zFYE/s320/DSCN3347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather was fantastic and the beaches very clean and not crowded. We reminisced how Annie wouldn't even put her feet down on grass when we first brought her home as she completely enjoyed digging in the sand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072200573016057570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQTjCgnpuI/AAAAAAAAADI/wI6XOfArdAs/s320/DSCN3209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quiet spot at the villa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072201101297034994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQUBygnpvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/62K_C8eThLA/s320/DSCN3276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a couple of my favorite shots of Annie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072201462074287874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQUWygnpwI/AAAAAAAAADY/JLxT2vB66_g/s320/DSCN3370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-632328243181741412?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/632328243181741412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=632328243181741412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/632328243181741412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/632328243181741412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/06/spain-2007.html' title='Spain 2007'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RmQSTignprI/AAAAAAAAACw/z6OfZFND8HQ/s72-c/DSCN3188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4213909275443037004</id><published>2007-05-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:50:36.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my.  It's only 5:30 am.</title><content type='html'>An hour--that's how long I've been up and that's how long it'll be until my Dad gets here to accompany us on our first leg of the journey--to the airport! Annie is sound asleep in my bed. For some reason, I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. Hmmm.... oh, yeah! We're going to Spain! I'm going to see my husband for the first time in nearly six months!!! I'm a little anxious about all of the travel. Just tired from the goings on of late and lots of things to manage: one stroller, one Annie (pink) carry on, one Mama carry on (ok, two for Mama), and one Annie (likely a carry on and off her-sleeping-self). I hope at least I'm tired enough to sleep on the plane--I don't usually. Don't know whether we'll blog from Spain--but thanks to all for the good wishes and the support these last months. I'm trying not to think of the inevitable goodbye that will come in a week, but know that regardless, we will bring some love home to get us through the next phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-4213909275443037004?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4213909275443037004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4213909275443037004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4213909275443037004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4213909275443037004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-its-only-530.html' title='Oh, my.  It&apos;s only 5:30 am.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4613239846864369039</id><published>2007-05-23T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:06:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain or Bust!</title><content type='html'>Annie and I head out to a little villa outside of Malaga in southern Spain on Friday to meet Tony for a week of sun and fun.  We planned the trip back in February and have been looking forward to it for a long time.  Between work, Katie and Marc's wedding, and everyday life, we've been kept busy and the time has flown.  When we first made that paper chain and looped it again and again around the bannister, it seemed this week would never arrive.  But, that feels like yesterday now and we are ripping them off daily with vigor.  We have the sun dresses, bathing suits, and sandals packed, as well as lots of books and colored pencils.  I'm looking very much forward to seeing Tony, but I'm also looking forward ironically, to the long journey with Annie--no phones or computers, just wandering and wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-4613239846864369039?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4613239846864369039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4613239846864369039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4613239846864369039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4613239846864369039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/spain-or-bust.html' title='Spain or Bust!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-1217572539183825655</id><published>2007-05-20T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:03.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That pout...</title><content type='html'>At last, the pony photos from the pony rides at school while I was away have arrived. They knocked me out! The posted photo below is a scanned version of the real thing, and does not do justice to the quality of the photo or the beauty of her sweet face. The collection together just cracks me up because you can see her looking at the photographer thinking he/she is crazy--"Ok, I'll put on this hat and strike a pose, but heck if you're gonna get a smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066895403642234530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RlE6hignpqI/AAAAAAAAACo/qbz85LnYc1s/s320/AnnieApril2007Pony1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-1217572539183825655?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/1217572539183825655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=1217572539183825655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1217572539183825655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1217572539183825655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/annie-on-princess.html' title='That pout...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RlE6hignpqI/AAAAAAAAACo/qbz85LnYc1s/s72-c/AnnieApril2007Pony1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-491793967724349516</id><published>2007-05-20T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:04.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is wed....</title><content type='html'>No, not Annie! My sister, Katie, married Marc this weekend. It has been a whirlwind of a few days and much fun was had by all. They are a beautiful couple and it was a great day. I couldn't keep up with photos as the celebrations progressed, but here are a couple of Annie at a bridal shower and the rehearsal. Aunt Katie originally thought the girls would wear the tutu's in the wedding, but we opted for a more traditional route and let the girls be little ballerinas at the rehearsal. The newlyweds are off to Alaska on a big ship and we are now counting down to our trip to Spain to see Tony. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066701421444310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RlCKGSgnpoI/AAAAAAAAACY/LqlGf0OpB0c/s320/DSCN3099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066701752156792466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RlCKZignppI/AAAAAAAAACg/H5Os0CMrqII/s320/DSCN3141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7921898-491793967724349516?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/491793967724349516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=491793967724349516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/491793967724349516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/491793967724349516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-is-wed.html' title='She is wed....'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RlCKGSgnpoI/AAAAAAAAACY/LqlGf0OpB0c/s72-c/DSCN3099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-7621380570853075390</id><published>2007-05-13T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:02:52.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America</title><content type='html'>A while back, I heard a young female soldier, &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9047679"&gt;Eva Diane Cochran, interviewed on NPR&lt;/a&gt;--I knew when I heard it, I'd blog something. I quickly took some notes at the next stop light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people think war is about fighting. America is a great nation. As a great nation, we have an obligation to help those that can't help themselves. Soldiers don't want to fight. We train for it--we don't want it, but we won't run from it. God has a plan for me--I'm not sure what it is, but there is a plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the plan was to help me understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.khaledhosseini.com/"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/a&gt;. Through the eyes of an Afghan boy becoming a man, it tells the story of what Afghanistan and her people have been through since the Russian invasion in 1979. It's not easy to read. I barely got through the horrible parts, and it's full of them. The pure evil in the acts portrayed make me pysically sick. I have never seen evil like that face to face, and I can't imagine how a person goes about recovering from exposure to it, never mind whole generations of a country... I've certainly seen the effects of abuse on people--young and old. I'm aware of the amazing things the human brain will do to enable one to cope. I've read the stories and seen the programs of survivors. I want to believe that good will win, but it can't win the fight if it's not even in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that we can't stay in Afghanistan and Iraq forever. But the thought of what will happen if we just up and leave.... Read the book. You will be all the more thankful for the young men and women of our country who volunteer to help those who can't help themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-7621380570853075390?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/7621380570853075390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=7621380570853075390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7621380570853075390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7621380570853075390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/america.html' title='America'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-2704766900268413739</id><published>2007-05-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:04.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RkFLz0jJ-zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G5g1wr9Td0Y/s1600-h/Margaret+Annie+and+Babe+042807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062410809792658226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RkFLz0jJ-zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G5g1wr9Td0Y/s320/Margaret+Annie+and+Babe+042807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was in Mexico, the pony rides came to Annie's school.  I'm told she had a great time, but I've yet to see the photos.  She sure didn't hesitate however, when she had the opportunity at a recent kids event to hop on Babe and ride around in circles--I'm guessing it's for real.  Stay tuned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-2704766900268413739?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/2704766900268413739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=2704766900268413739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/2704766900268413739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/2704766900268413739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/babe.html' title='Babe'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RkFLz0jJ-zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G5g1wr9Td0Y/s72-c/Margaret+Annie+and+Babe+042807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-922766026524652775</id><published>2007-05-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:04.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wayward Blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok--I know it's been a while. I've written many entries in my head, but can't seem to find the time to sit down to write. You have Terry to thank for the nudge--she not only pointed out that I had not been blogging, but that "Tony was doing a great job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, life is pretty full right now. Nevertheless, when given the fortunate opportunity to take a trip through work to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico--thanks to our families, I was able to say, "yes." This is the fabulous view from our room at the &lt;a href="http://www.grandvelas.com/"&gt;Grand Velas Spa and Resort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059828366216657666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RjgfF0jJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IzcmVcd9B5s/s320/DSCN3061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a wonderful five days spent with some great folks from work and my girlfriend from Alaska, Laura. One of the highlights of the trip was swimming with the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059828984691948306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Rjgfp0jJ-xI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rtZnOPDvmk/s320/003_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know we look pretty cute, but I recognize my readers might enjoy the photo of the trainers a little more, so here you go.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059829568807500578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RjggL0jJ-yI/AAAAAAAAACI/W6195LytfLM/s320/DSCN3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Annie was well cared for in my absence by her Ama, Papa, Big, Pops, Aunt Katie, and Uncle Marc. I returned to a little lady with an enhanced maturity and sense of independence. I understand she was a perfect guest to all--very reassuring as a parent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a busy few weeks ahead of us with my sister's wedding followed by our trip to Spain to see Tony/Daddy. We are so excited about both, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe the amazement that I experience with Annie every day in terms of her growth and intelligence. She has really done well dealing with Tony's being away--she seems to understand her feelings and plans all the time for what we will do in Spain: "I like these cookies--we should take them to Spain to share with Daddy--he will like these cookies." She just pops up with stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok--one cute story and then I need to go for now. Annie and I took one of her "Chinese Sisters" (other little girls from China) to a baby shower with us this weekend. This Sister's family traveled to China with us, and she has known Annie since birth. The two of them were chattering away in the back seat like little adults. I wish I could have taped the whole conversation, but I'll replay one part here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie: "Do you know my Daddy?" (It's been a while since Sister has seen Tony.)&lt;br /&gt;Sister: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;Annie: "He's far away right now. Do you know where?"&lt;br /&gt;Sister: "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;Annie: "Spain?"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "No, not Spain. It starts with an "aaah" sound."&lt;br /&gt;Sister: "Africa?"&lt;br /&gt;Annie: "No! Afghanistan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three and a half year olds chatting about these places in the world as if it was down the street. It went on and on with near perfect diction and appropriate intonation. I almost felt like I was intruding by listening--it was so meaningful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China has released some more referrals, but I haven't quite slowed down to see what that means for us in terms of timing--still slow. Stay tuned for a Cate Update and some more photos of Annie's Pony Adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-922766026524652775?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/922766026524652775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=922766026524652775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/922766026524652775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/922766026524652775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/05/wayward-blogger.html' title='The Wayward Blogger'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RjgfF0jJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IzcmVcd9B5s/s72-c/DSCN3061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-3907337872830941020</id><published>2007-04-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:11:04.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait for Cate Update #4 Good News and Bad</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.china-ccaa.org/frames/index_unlogin_en.jsp"&gt;CCAA&lt;/a&gt; has at last posted and update on referrals since their last post a month and a half ago. Unfortunately, they have only gotten through two days of referrals in that month an a half compared to the usual 20-30 days of referrals.  Argh.  There are no promises and no predictions.  The explanation is that the number of referrals is up and the number of adoptable children down.  Thy Will be done, and we shall have Faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-3907337872830941020?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/3907337872830941020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=3907337872830941020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3907337872830941020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/3907337872830941020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/04/wait-for-cate-update-4-good-news-and.html' title='The Wait for Cate Update #4 Good News and Bad'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4705033883129284859</id><published>2007-04-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:12.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGSL-N6kI/AAAAAAAAABo/IAernefxx5A/s1600-h/DSCN3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051286472826415682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGSL-N6kI/AAAAAAAAABo/IAernefxx5A/s320/DSCN3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGAL-N6jI/AAAAAAAAABg/I2ENjIgWFYE/s1600-h/DSCN3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051286163588770354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGAL-N6jI/AAAAAAAAABg/I2ENjIgWFYE/s320/DSCN3034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnFu7-N6iI/AAAAAAAAABY/oX0bK6IXauM/s1600-h/DSCN3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051285867236026914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnFu7-N6iI/AAAAAAAAABY/oX0bK6IXauM/s320/DSCN3033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051286928092949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGsr-N6lI/AAAAAAAAABw/9tQdQf1Hnfk/s320/DSCN3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051285575178250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnFd7-N6hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gjJyjYnKbXk/s320/DSCN3039.JPG" border="0" /&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/7921898-4705033883129284859?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4705033883129284859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4705033883129284859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4705033883129284859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4705033883129284859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RhnGSL-N6kI/AAAAAAAAABo/IAernefxx5A/s72-c/DSCN3024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-5166988432820081203</id><published>2007-03-05T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:34:57.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait for Cate Update #3?</title><content type='html'>Ok--as we count down the seemingly ever expanding wait for Cate, I'm happy to announce a baby step (pardon the pun) on referrals.  Our agency, &lt;a href="http://www.faithadopt.org/"&gt;Faith International Adoptions&lt;/a&gt; received some referrals today for the group logged in on 10/21/05. The little girls are not quite one year old yet.  Word is that the CCAA has matched dossiers up to 10/24/05.  The current wait time between logged in date and referral is 16.5 months.  It is likely that our sweet Cate has been born and is about 4-5 months old.  Hang in there, Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-5166988432820081203?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/5166988432820081203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=5166988432820081203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5166988432820081203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5166988432820081203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/03/wait-for-cate-update-3.html' title='The Wait for Cate Update #3?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4282511721862450412</id><published>2007-03-05T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:13.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Photos</title><content type='html'>Annie and I took some &lt;a href="http://www.cookaliciousclub.com/welcome.aspx"&gt;Cookalicious&lt;/a&gt; cooking classes this February and had a great time. Here are some images from the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038580207180852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReyiAL1ULwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p4RfeHNm03w/s320/img022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038579966662684402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReyhyL1ULvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v3Fx2lZZapU/s320/img023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When the sun broke, we took advantage of the front sidewalk and a little chalk for a little excercise. A 1-10 hopscotch just wasn't enough, so it went on into the teens and then we started with the letters. Annie's joy is apparent in the image below--she wouldn't stand still for a photo. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Reyhn71ULuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p7dBlMq_YTY/s1600-h/img059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038579790569025250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/Reyhn71ULuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p7dBlMq_YTY/s320/img059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7921898-4282511721862450412?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4282511721862450412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4282511721862450412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4282511721862450412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4282511721862450412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/03/winter-photos.html' title='Winter Photos'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReyiAL1ULwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p4RfeHNm03w/s72-c/img022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-595813125575860039</id><published>2007-03-02T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:49:13.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowards Family Update</title><content type='html'>Annie and I are doing well, now settled into a pretty good routine.  Her teacher has been pregnant with her second child, and it has made for some interesting questions and promptings to talk about "when I was a baby."  Here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is doing well also--he and Annie have wonderful exchanges over the computer--the value of seeing his face and hearing his voice is apparent.  Sometimes she'll walk off when we are talking and start doing something else in the room.  Just when I think she's not interested in talking to him, I'll start to say goodbye and she'll run over and insist that we keep talking.  It seems that she is just comforted knowing that he is "in the room."  He is already enriched from his experience and we are all looking forward to meeting in Spain at the end of May.  We made a paper chain to count down the days, and we rip off a chain first thing in the day.  But there are hops to be scotched, and weddings to celebrate in the mean time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for Cate continues as February has come and gone without any referrals from China.  This is the time for Chinese New Year, so the inactivity was anticipated.  That likely bumps the wait up to 17 months--this Fall for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-595813125575860039?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/595813125575860039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=595813125575860039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/595813125575860039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/595813125575860039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/03/sowards-family-update.html' title='Sowards Family Update'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-4496600173558648364</id><published>2007-02-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:13.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReUYmdzmmdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_0qkpsOhV-M/s1600-h/Annie+Clover+March+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036458807398930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReUYmdzmmdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_0qkpsOhV-M/s320/Annie+Clover+March+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every once in a while, Annie will come home from school with a water color.  There is just something about them that I love.  If you look closely, you can make out her name along the right of the page.  The A and N's are down to the right--she actually makes an M for the N.  She just can't stop after the up, down, up--always sneaks in another down.  The I and E are in the upper right.  My other favorite is her happy face.  I'll see if I can get her to draw one and will post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-4496600173558648364?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/4496600173558648364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=4496600173558648364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4496600173558648364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/4496600173558648364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/02/lucky-charm.html' title='Lucky Charm'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/ReUYmdzmmdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_0qkpsOhV-M/s72-c/Annie+Clover+March+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-1285994138546997502</id><published>2007-02-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:13.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RdIJsC3xBiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G3LKTuKMgsU/s1600-h/V%27day+Slumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031094386015929890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RdIJsC3xBiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G3LKTuKMgsU/s320/V%27day+Slumber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie slept beautifully last night in the comfort of her Valentine Teddy that arrived from her Daddy yesterday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, she was watching TV as I was getting ready and I caught a glimpse of her leaning over to a photo of Tony and I on his night stand, and whispering, "I'm watching JoJo, Daddy."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk to him just about every day on the computer and we are planning a family rendezvous in southern Spain after my sister's wedding.  It's time to make a paper chain to help count down the days!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-1285994138546997502?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/1285994138546997502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=1285994138546997502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1285994138546997502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/1285994138546997502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-slumber.html' title='Valentines Day Slumber'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mW7Js-LV64/RdIJsC3xBiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G3LKTuKMgsU/s72-c/V%27day+Slumber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-8739602923656983180</id><published>2007-02-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:53:06.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been reviewed...</title><content type='html'>The good news is that the &lt;a href="http://www.china-ccaa.org/frames/index_unlogin_en.jsp"&gt;CCAA&lt;/a&gt; has reviewed our dossier.  I guess that means that we are headed to the matching room where Cate will find her way to us.  The not so good news is that they only got through half of October 2005 referrals this last month.  With Chinese New Year coming up, the timing is likely not going to get any faster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we pray:  God bless Daddy, keep him safe and warm.  And, God bless Cate--you'll be home soon.  Oh, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-8739602923656983180?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/8739602923656983180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=8739602923656983180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8739602923656983180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8739602923656983180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/02/weve-been-reviewed.html' title='We&apos;ve been reviewed...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-5732030826538278144</id><published>2007-01-26T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:33:41.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's no more...</title><content type='html'>Annie's language is developing by leaps and bounds right now. It's been amazing to watch as she has transitioned from repeating words and phrases to creating her own sentences and trying to figure out the proper grammar. "Are they coming soonly?" "Will you give me a favorite?" (Will you do me a favor?)  She can recognize all of her letters and numbers and has been able to spell her name for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of her developing language skills is to hear what is going on in that sweet head. When I pick her up from school, she now routinely asks me, "How was your day?" The intonations are perfect and the conversation fluid. It's really wonderful. "Where did you put my keys, Annie?" "Hmmmm, let's stop and think, Mama...." Too cute.   One morning, while examining her world map place mat, she asked me what all of the blue was. I told her that it was water. Today during dinner, she proclaimed, "all of these countries are getting wet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty settled in the new house. It feels kinda big with just the two of us, but we make sure the other isn't "only alone" for long. We are thrilled that the sun is shining and the temperatures have risen--we're anxious to get out and walk and head to the park. We're taking some cooking classes in Feb.--Annie gets a chefs jacket and her own recipe book. We're trying to learn about "healthy foods" and "treats," and I'm hoping it encourages her to branch out a bit in her selections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-5732030826538278144?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/5732030826538278144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=5732030826538278144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5732030826538278144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5732030826538278144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/01/abcs-no-more.html' title='ABC&apos;s no more...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-7855474178173548548</id><published>2007-01-08T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:14:59.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It promises to be another event-filled one for our little family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, Tony accepted a position with a State Department contractor in Afghanistan. It's been a long send-off that has been tough on us and our families, but we are looking forward to the personal and professional fulfillment that will come of it for Tony, and the longer term benefits for our growing family. We're thankful for the technology that we have today to ease communications and stay close despite the distance. I don't yet have a mailing address for him, but will share upon request. He is currently in Virgina for some training and his cell phone will continue to work until he leaves for Afghanistan in about a week and a half. You can follow his travels on &lt;a href="http://kabultony.blogspot.com/"&gt;his new blog&lt;/a&gt;. He has his laptop and should have pretty decent connectivity in Afghanistan. Your prayers and support are very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for Cate continues as planned. Referrals are still slowly coming out of China--now over 15 months from Log In Date. Late summer for us on the current timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is doing well despite a number of interruptions to her little life. Aside from the move and the holiday activities, we switched schools as of the first of the year. From day to day, she's not quite sure yet what is happening, but she knows she likes Saturday, and that on Sunday, we see Father Rob. She knows her daddy is working far away for a long time, and she can show you where Afghanistan is on her world map place mat (along with China, Russia, Australia, Seattle, Washington DC, Sweden, and "where the penguins live"). Tonight, while eating some Jello, she exclaimed, "Mama! Look what happened to Afghanistan!" I looked over to find her peering down through her little cup of red Jello at the little purple country of Afghanistan--now tinted in red. She's learned to draw an "A" quite proficiently and now prefers to make "A's" over happy faces with legs. I think the rest of the alphabet is around the corner--yesterday in church, she held up her mini-Magnadoodle to show me a perfect "E" followed by a perfect "F" identifying each upon presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home is perfect, the neighborhood is beautiful, and the neighbors welcoming. It is a wonderful place to live. It sure would be nice to get a few sunny days for a while. This wind and rain has been a real drag, especially now that we have trails, parks, and big toys around every corner. I guess that's life in the Northwest with a toddler. More photos soon now that we're getting settled into the new routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-7855474178173548548?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/7855474178173548548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=7855474178173548548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7855474178173548548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7855474178173548548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-5988749863654641524</id><published>2006-12-20T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:28:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home</title><content type='html'>We are finally settled in the new home.  We moved a couple of weeks ago and the boxes were unpacked rather quickly, but I say "finally settled" because the minute we cleared the last flattened box, the big wind storm hit and we lost power for three days.  It finally came back for us on Sunday and it's beginning to finally feel a lot like Christmas.  We just put up a tree today!  It's a big one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are not so lucky and still are without power--including my parents.  They have a full house with family visiting and temporarily staying there, and I know it's wearing on everyone.  I'm hopeful that they will get power by Friday, but their area sustained lots of downed lines and snapped power poles.  It's cold enough to be a pain, but not too cold that they are forced out.  They have gas to heat the water and cook with, and a portable heater that takes the chill out of the air.  As I type, the wind is howling again outside--let's hope that we don't have a repeat performance.  Our prayers are with those still in the dark--for safety, patience, and warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-5988749863654641524?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/5988749863654641524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=5988749863654641524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5988749863654641524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/5988749863654641524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-7859039592273697402</id><published>2006-11-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:21:12.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait for Cate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/234/967/1600/90006/Nov30CCAAupdate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/234/967/320/314759/Nov30CCAAupdate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing what a child will do to you. We all experience it, whether parent, aunt, uncle, neighbor, or just passer-by. Their smiles will change your day. Their hugs make your heart swell. Their cries will make you jump out of bed in the middle of the night faster than a speeding bullet. In the Chinese adoption community, the wait for a child creates a longing that can easily become an obsession. The process in China is methodical and predictable. However, the current trend in the expanding time line of the process has created a "watched pot"-type dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken lately to checking the &lt;a href="http://chinaadopttalk.com/"&gt;Rumor Queen's blog&lt;/a&gt; on almost a daily basis around the end of the month. Although I am anxious to know when Cate will be able to come home, I'm primarily struck by the passion with which the Rumor Queen and her followers collect information about referrals and what the CCAA will do next. Unlike the proverbial "watched pot" however, this pot boils--referrals do come and children are united with their forever families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cut and paste above is from the &lt;a href="http://www.china-ccaa.org/frames/index_unlogin_en.jsp"&gt;CCAA site &lt;/a&gt;via the Rumor Queen's blog. If you recall, our Dossier was "registered" with the CCAA (aka "LID" or "Log In Date") on March 1, 2006--don't get excited about the January date just yet, however. The second paragraph is the one with the more relevant report. It indicates that "placement" or "referrals" have been sent for Dossiers logged in up to that date. The wait is therefore now at around 15 months. For Annie, it was 8 months. This timing has us receiving a referral in June and travel is holding steady about 6-8 weeks after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until late summer that the awareness of the longer wait hit us. Aside from the never-a-dull-moment-routine of life with a toddler, the first part of this year was busy with buying our house, the acquisition of my company, and Tony starting a new job. As the construction began to occur and progress on the house, and I started working for the new combined company, it was almost a relief that Cate wouldn't be arriving at the same time of the move to the new house. Then a bit of sadness as the awareness hit that it would be well after that. Now, we are resigned once again to the adage that "all good things happen in their own time." And, so it is that I will watch the Rumor Queen's site with quiet anticipation of the arrival of that new spirit to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struck by Annie's patience, now that I think about it. As typical of a 3 yr old., everything needs to happen now, now, now! With "Baby Cate" however, she continues to refer to her often--whether it's clothes that are now too small and need to be saved for Cate, or an observation that there are two of any given thing (One for Cate and one for me.), or what we will do together (all four of us) when Cate comes home.... She hasn't gotten frustrated or asked questions about when it will happen. It's as though she knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's amazing what a child will do to you--sometimes they make you believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-7859039592273697402?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/7859039592273697402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=7859039592273697402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7859039592273697402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/7859039592273697402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/11/wait-for-cate.html' title='The Wait for Cate'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-8501976506006807831</id><published>2006-11-28T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:28:14.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/234/967/1600/797648/DSCN2914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/234/967/320/101494/DSCN2914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ventured up to the mountains this weekend to see the snow. Unbeknownst to us, it would fall two days later in our own back yard. Indeed, it is one of the things that will instantly make my heart warm--the sight of falling snow. The other thing it brings that I love is a slowing down of life and staying close to home. Of course, neither happened for us today because there was a flu shot to get, a dentist appointment to attend, a house needing tending to, and work calling. At least we got the benefit of clear roads and no traffic as the rest of the region stayed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue to wait for drainage issues to be resolved before closing on the house. With any luck, we'll at least be in by Christmas. The wait for Cate is now 14 months from Log In Date (LID) to referral. That has us traveling to China some time in June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know my sister, Katie--she's engaged to be married to a wonderful guy named Marc Shea. She is planning a May 2007 wedding and we are all excited about this union. Uncle Marc (or "Uncle Monkey" as Annie calls him) is a perfect match for Katie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-8501976506006807831?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/8501976506006807831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=8501976506006807831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8501976506006807831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/8501976506006807831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-116014924964577767</id><published>2006-10-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:40:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/IMG_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/IMG_1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quick photo so as not to cast doubt on the fact that the trip really did happen.  We think it would have been really neat if Ivory had taken the opportunity to stand by the message that family isn't about biology but about love.  We're ready when they are, however... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in front of an amazing display of lillies in the main entry hall to the Waldorf Astoria.  I think we took photos in front of it every day.  I'll post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-116014924964577767?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/116014924964577767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=116014924964577767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/116014924964577767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/116014924964577767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/10/ny-memories.html' title='NY Memories'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115929553736555408</id><published>2006-09-26T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:09:45.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Results</title><content type='html'>After a busy day of photos, filming, and interviews, Ivory selected the Chicago finalist family as "The Next Ivory Family."  It was fun to get to know all of the families from around the country and see two of the familes who were involved in the initial campaign back in the 1960's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great time in New York--some great food, some good laughs, and lots of walking.  Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers, and thanks for checking in on us.  I'm sorry not to have blogged more, but we've been quite busy with shopping and seeing the sites.  Our suite at the Waldorf Astoria couldn't be nicer--we all feel like princesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie has been a bit under the weather since we arrived, but her little personality came back in to bloom just in time for the event today.  She's enjoying her first meal in two days on a white cloth table rolled in by room service--noodles, of course!  She's wearing her new pink princess shoes from FAO Schwartz as well, which go well with her Dora backpack acquired at the Times Square Toys 'R Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115929553736555408?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115929553736555408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115929553736555408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115929553736555408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115929553736555408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/09/ivory-results.html' title='Ivory Results'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115895395586345644</id><published>2006-09-22T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:51:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Down!</title><content type='html'>We made it to Washington DC and are in full swing with the busy schedule of the DC Penny boys.  Ages 10 to 7, the four boys keep busy with soccer, football, and baseball when not in school.  Toss a birthday party or two in there and it's non-stop!  Annie didn't miss a beat--she's hangin' with the big boys, no problem.  They are so patient and gentle with her.  She's been quite the chatterbox and will barely slow down to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had all of the bells and whistles to connect all of the gadgets, but I might not be able to post photos while gone because I failed to download the software onto the computer that reads the photo card reader.  Sorry.  I also forgot my cell phone charger, but Uncle Chris has a spare, thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post today--tomorrow maybe the National Zoo to see the pandas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115895395586345644?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115895395586345644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115895395586345644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115895395586345644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115895395586345644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/09/touch-down.html' title='Touch Down!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115867503687037507</id><published>2006-09-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:08:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Departure</title><content type='html'>We're packed for the most part and anxious to get on a plane and start the adventure. It's sure been a long time waiting for this trip. Annie has a new fall wardrobe and has been a marvelous little shopper. The theme this fall is brown, green and..... yes... pink! I've completely given in. I even purchased some pink patent leather shoes yesterday. They are a size too big, so they'll have to wait for spring. I'm so completely looking forward to spending seven days with her, I can't stand it. I know Tony will miss us and I'm appreciative that he's been so supportive and understanding. I'd be pouting terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for DC on Thurs. am and will visit with my brother and his family before heading to NY on Sunday noon. We'll be in NY until Wed evening and will know who the Next Ivory Family is on Tues around noon. I'll try to blog daily, so keep checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this shopping and consulting with my mother on her selections, I now do not wonder why designers look like they do compared to the models that they dress/design for. I can't dress myself to save my life, but I think I do a pretty good job with others.  I have a feeling that might end with with teenage years, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok--one rant before I go. It is related to NY, because it involves Annie's new tennis shoes that her aunt gave her and that I've been saving for the trip. Annie is following in her father's footsteps with regard to her shoes (no pun intended--but pretty good!). She's quite particular and it is just pointless to purchase a pair of shoes without her blessing and her trying them on. Anyway, I finally had to just throw away a pair that I bought for her to thrash at school because she always complained when I put them on, and nearly always I'd find her at the front door having tossed her tennis shoes and socks about the floor and happily sporting her pink &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/home.jsp"&gt;Crocs &lt;/a&gt;(her absolutely most favorite pair of shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I let her wear her NY tennis shoes to school and wouldn't you know it--she comes home with dog "you know what" on BOTH of them! First of all, I'm not quite sure how the stuff landed in the fenced in yard of the school, but most of all--argh!!! Do you know how hard it is to get that stuff out of the cracks and crevices of tennis shoe soles? And the smallest bit stinks to high Heaven! It put me in the worst mood last night. I'm not a dog person to start off with--don't' hate them, just don't love them like some people. One of the reasons that I don't have a dog is that I can't see myself walking around with a little baggie and picking up the droppings. I know there are a ton of responsible dog owners out there who do the right thing, but these others are making them look bad. I'll get over it, I'm sure--at least until the next little feet come home with a little surprise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115867503687037507?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115867503687037507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115867503687037507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115867503687037507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115867503687037507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/09/ivory-departure.html' title='Ivory Departure'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115798624874691474</id><published>2006-09-11T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:53:37.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Countdown</title><content type='html'>I thought that after school started life would slow down, but it seems that we're as busy as ever. September commences birthday season, it seems. Aside from the multitude of birthdays in our own families that happen between Sept and Dec, Annie's associations have now added to the lot. I just can't keep up with all of them--time to focus on the kids, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially staying on with the new merged company and am happy about that. I like my new team, but I'll really miss my old one. Good thing we're all still close geographically. Tony is going strong and having a great time. He's ramped up on his running again and looks and feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie? Well, she's an absolute chatterbox (at least at home). She sat here at the dinner table a few nights back and told us all about her day. We just sat and listened. She's really good about letting us talk when we ask her to wait just a minute. When we pause, she says, "is it my turn?" When it's her turn, she'll start with something real, then starts making stuff up just so she doesn't lose her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for DC on the 21st and then arrive in NY on the 24th for the &lt;a href="http://www.ivory.com"&gt;Ivory&lt;/a&gt; Event. All of the happenings start the next day early early early. We are quite excited. I reflected this morning on how much she has changed since we first found out we'd be going back in March and thought I'd post some comparison photos. The first one is actually from mid-Feb, but I thought it'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2255.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next one is actually from a few weeks ago, so it makes up the difference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just let down the sleeves in the jacket that she was wearing in the first photo--Annie is getting so long. She's still just shy of 30 pounds and has just passed 3 feet by about an inch. It's hard to get pants that are long enough and narrow enough--shorts, skirts, and dresses have been nice this summer--she's still in a 2T for those. It's up to a 3T for pants and I just look for the adjustable waistbands--thank you &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/division.do?cid=6344"&gt;babyGap&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else is she doing.... She loves &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/shows/dora/index.jhtml"&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/a&gt; and with &lt;a href="http://www.lapetite.com/public/"&gt;La Petite's &lt;/a&gt;help, she can now count from 1 to 10 in Spanish. She's almost there with French and we're working on German. Her other favorites are &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneychannel/playhouse/jojoscircus/index.html"&gt;JoJo's Circus&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/littleeinsteins/swf/main.html"&gt;Little Einsteins&lt;/a&gt;. We love &lt;a href="http://www.charlieandlola.com/"&gt;Charlie and Lola&lt;/a&gt;, and thank goodness she indulges us. She's really in to carrying a purse and wearing Mama's slip on sandals (only the sandals with heels--"not the flat ones"). We've weaned her from her naps because she'll sleep for a couple of hours and then not go to bed until 11:00. Now, it's 8:00--much more reasonable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd better check on the sleeping beauty--the weeks routine calls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115798624874691474?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115798624874691474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115798624874691474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115798624874691474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115798624874691474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/09/ivory-countdown.html' title='Ivory Countdown'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115500123419724489</id><published>2006-08-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:40:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigress Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2626.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2626.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first official adventure in the "mini-car" was to Leavenworth to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. Although it is apparently odd to some people, Annie joined us. Tony and I had 8 years of being together without children, and have had quite a few adventures on our own. I'm sure we'll get there some day again, but at this point, we still look forward to taking Annie on any adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while in Leavenworth, we went "putt putt golfing." She's no &lt;a href="http://www.famoustexans.com/babedidrikson.htm"&gt;Babe Didrikson&lt;/a&gt; at age 2 1/2, but she is amazingly coordinated and has great legs! Notice the color of her ball--not by coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started very methodically and she cooperatively assumed the stance and let her dad teach her how to hit the first ball. But then she was off! She ran after the ball and then brought it back to the "tee" to hit it again--as Tony's ball whizzed by her, she'd chase after it because, surely, Dad wanted his ball back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we got her to leave them where they landed, but once she figured out that we then hit them in the hole, it became a race to see if we could hit it in before she picked it up and put it in herself. Not really a relaxing game of golf, but most definitely entertaining. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2632.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2632.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2632.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might get tired of hearing it, but we still thank God for her every day.  We feel so darn lucky and think she is so darn wonderful--it's really beyond expression.  We watched "Father of the Bride" the other day and BOTH of us cried at the end.  We decided that we will NEVER be able to let our little girl go!  How did my parents do it?  Watch me drive off in a car for the first time?  Send me off on the plane to go to college?  I can see why I am always welcomed home--and I can see how what I do sometimes can be very hurtful--and now I don't wonder why their love is unconditional and their forgiveness immediate.  I suppose it is true--"when you have your own kids.... you'll understand."  If you are reading this, be sure to tell your parents that you love them and thank them for what they did for you--whether it worked or didn't--they did what they thought was best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115500123419724489?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115500123419724489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115500123419724489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115500123419724489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115500123419724489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/08/tigress-woods.html' title='Tigress Woods'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115499852105300659</id><published>2006-08-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:11:44.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Ads</title><content type='html'>Bear with me--I'm still fiddling with how to regulate and get the ads posted right on the blog. One thing I surely feel strong about and support is adoption from China--this is likely obvious. As for the other issues that are associated with adoption and infertility, it's not that I oppose them, it's just that I may not have not dealt with many of them personally, or given them much intellectual or spiritual attention. Please do not associate any of the views expressed on any of the advertisements or links therefrom as my own--I usually don't have a problem expressing my own opinion [smile]. That said, if they help you in your personal situation, I'm thrilled for you. To love and nurish a child in your life is to experience a miracle however it happens--this I truly believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115499852105300659?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115499852105300659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115499852105300659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115499852105300659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115499852105300659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-ads.html' title='Blog Ads'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115499641971196759</id><published>2006-08-07T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:37:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Vans and Other Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that I'm a bit tardy in posting this most exciting news about our "new" mini-van. In June we became a member of the club when we purchased our &lt;a href="http://www.chrysler.com/town_country/"&gt;2005 Chrysler Town and Country complete with DVD and Stow 'N Go seats&lt;/a&gt;. Our desire for over all utility, gas mileage, and the well being of our aging backs overcame our staunch position against mini-van ownership. We have not regretted it for a minute. The Stow 'N Go was the selling point of the Dodge/Chrysler for me. I might be willing to put a mini-van in my garage, but heck if I'll be found dead with a wayward bench seat in my garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we purchased the "mini-car" as Annie refers to it, we either had some left over time on a &lt;a href="http://www.sirius.com/servlet/ContentServer?pagename=Sirius/CachedPage&amp;c=Page&amp;amp;cid=1018209032790"&gt;Sirius Satellite Radio &lt;/a&gt;subscription, or they wisely baited us with a brief one month subscription. I fell hook, line, and sinker. I could see the appeal when we lived in Ellensburg because I was hankerin' for a choice other than country or religious, but I just didn't spend enough time in the car to justify it. Tony and I have always enjoyed the time to talk when we are in the car together, so I didn't sign on. Even though I don't have a huge commute now, I will once we move in to the new house in October, and I'm often on the road in the evenings heading to grand parents or just out and about. I love the "NPR Now," one of the comedy stations, and the "Kids Stuff" channel even keeps me entertained. Tony found the 80's station the other day--you should have seen the smile on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as we pulled in to home, &lt;a href="http://www.huapala.org/Hukilau.html"&gt;"Oh we're going to a hukilau"&lt;/a&gt; was playing and after I turned off the car, I started up on the hand movements that came to me after, I don't know, 100 years since I've last done them?! After the song ended, Annie said, "I want to go to the hukilau!" "Let's go now!" Smiles today dedicated to Sirius Satellite Radio--bringing you the Hukilau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115499641971196759?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115499641971196759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115499641971196759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115499641971196759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115499641971196759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/08/mini-vans-and-other-things.html' title='Mini Vans and Other Things...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115427416676579312</id><published>2006-07-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:09:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a great summer and promises to be an action packed fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is in stride in his new position.  My job continues to be interesting, rewarding, and challenging. Within the next couple of weeks, I should have a better handle on my future post-merger. I remain hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new home might be completed as early as October. We had originally thought it would be December, and are thrilled at the prospects of getting in sooner. It will be nice to get settled in before "Cate" arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in China are taking longer. The wait is now 12 months between LID (Log in Date--the date that your Dossier is officially received in China) and the referral (the date when you receive that magical photo of your child). That puts us expecting a referral in February and traveling some time in April. The speculation on the delay is that it is related to several factors: more applications (in and out of China), moving of the CCAA (China Center for Adoption Affairs) offices (they doubled in size), having to assure the integrity of the process in light of the baby-trafficking stories coming from the Hunan province, etc. It's all for legitimate and resonable reasons and causes us no bitterness or regret. I'm sure it would be harder if we were waiting for our first. It also seems that the babies are a bit younger at referral. It has been quite common to see 8-month-old babies being referred. Annie was 10 months at referral--12 months when we traveled to China to bring her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, we are enjoying the sunshine, the pool, and all of the visits from aunts, uncles, and cousins. Oh, and of course looking forward to New York!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115427416676579312?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115427416676579312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115427416676579312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427416676579312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427416676579312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/07/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115427395785654384</id><published>2006-07-30T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:39:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Discovery #1</title><content type='html'>"Even though you're not nearly ready to, it's pretty darn cute when your daughter comes in at 6:30 am on a Sunday morning and says, 'Wake up!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115427395785654384?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115427395785654384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115427395785654384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427395785654384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427395785654384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/07/dad-discovery-1.html' title='Dad Discovery #1'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115427346382964031</id><published>2006-07-30T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:39:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Discoveries #1-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;As much as you promise yourself that you won't let your child have food in her car seat or stroller because you just will not have that mess, you will. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you pull into the grocery store parking lot, it helps to pull in near the collection of carts--it's easier to get them across the lot in the cart, and when you return, you don't have to go far to get rid of it. (This, of course, if your child will SIT in a shopping cart.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mom's arms can carry an amazing number of things at one time, and your hips are pretty talented too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The question, "Where did I leave my purse?" comes up WAY more often than it ever has in your life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The passion for pink comes with the X chromosome. You have no choice, so go ahead and buy the pink because if you have only one pink clothing item, she will want to wear it every day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't "be quiet" and "listen," then you too might have to go into "time out." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy stock in Macaroni and Cheese--it will be around for as long as there are toddlers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have two toddlers, but only one of any given toy, treat, or other item, hide it--you have to have two. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toddlers are really good at turning on the tears when they want more syrup on their waffles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day care doesn't ruin your child. Although the "drop off" can really start your day off with a funk, when they see you, smile, and come running with a "Mama!" for the "pick-up" it makes up for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children are amazing and wonderful, and touch your heart in a way that nothing else does. (This is more an affirmation than a discovery.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115427346382964031?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115427346382964031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115427346382964031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427346382964031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115427346382964031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/07/mom-discoveries-1-11.html' title='Mom Discoveries #1-11'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115254276747234712</id><published>2006-07-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:48:06.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Corners</title><content type='html'>It seems that our little girl is growing up.  She's not only turned the potty training corner, she got her first hair cut without sitting on my lap!  She waltzed right in there and climbed up on that horse and not even a whimper.  Such a big girl!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't help but shoot a few photos--I didn't dare say anything for fear of bringing on the dependence.  Sylist Krissy is a master of distraction!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2602.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were certainly moments when I wondered.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2604.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't be fooled by the finished product!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2605.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed up the jewels, the suckers, and even ice cream.  Her reward for being such a big girl?  Riding the escalator with her Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115254276747234712?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115254276747234712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115254276747234712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115254276747234712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115254276747234712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/07/turning-corners.html' title='Turning Corners'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115151746733537379</id><published>2006-06-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:57:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Women</title><content type='html'>This is too good!  Click on the link below to see a great add.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joga.com/VideoView.aspx?videoId=-8749452309298742417"&gt;Chinese Women Soccer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115151746733537379?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115151746733537379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115151746733537379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115151746733537379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115151746733537379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/06/chinese-women.html' title='Chinese Women'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-115074382437068130</id><published>2006-06-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:02:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Update #4</title><content type='html'>This just in...  We'll be staying at the Waldorf Astoria!  The Waldorf salad has long been a favorite--coincidence or prophecy?  [Giggle] I'm not sure how long I can keep up the anticipation--September feels like a long way off.  Until then, maybe we can keep ourselves occupied--for today, let's play "Guess how many times Margaret will click on the link below."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilton.com/en/hi/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=NYCWAHH"&gt;Waldorf Astoria &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-115074382437068130?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/115074382437068130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=115074382437068130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115074382437068130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/115074382437068130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/06/ivory-update-4.html' title='Ivory Update #4'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114919016766805884</id><published>2006-06-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:05:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Update #3</title><content type='html'>Looks like the official dates will be in late September. We are looking in to arriving on Friday or Saturday prior to hopefully recoup from the jet lag and time change before the audition activities. The first day is set aside for media stuff in the am, and the pm will be a meet and great with the Proctor and Gamble folks and more media interviews. The next day will be the final event during which "The Next Ivory Family" will be selected. My understanding is that the final day will be free or perhaps more media interviews for the family selected. We should know within the next couple of weeks which hotel will be chosen. Stay tuned for Ivory Update #4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114919016766805884?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114919016766805884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114919016766805884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114919016766805884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114919016766805884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/06/ivory-update-3.html' title='Ivory Update #3'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114771895566970696</id><published>2006-05-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:50:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My indulgence for Mother's Day was taking countless photos of our daughter.  This one completely captures her sweetness and her intensity, while giving you just a hint of her mischievous side.  I just love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114771895566970696?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114771895566970696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114771895566970696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114771895566970696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114771895566970696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114641295327468574</id><published>2006-04-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:54:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Pink</title><content type='html'>Meet Little Miss Pink.  She's definitely not something I created--I think it came with the X chromosome.  What you can't see is the pink shirt and pink sweatshirt that are layered under her pink jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2372.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114641295327468574?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114641295327468574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114641295327468574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114641295327468574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114641295327468574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-miss-pink.html' title='Little Miss Pink'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114528530981332700</id><published>2006-04-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:48:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114528530981332700?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114528530981332700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114528530981332700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114528530981332700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114528530981332700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114426227857372383</id><published>2006-04-05T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:37:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Update #2</title><content type='html'>We woke up to a little excitement this morning--our picture appeared in the King County Journal and the Mercer Island Reporter.  A cute article accompanied the photo and can be found online by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.kingcountyjournal.com/sited/story/html/234507"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Amid all of the phone calls and paper buying, Annie could be heard in the background yelling "Blast off!" as the &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/littleeinsteins/swf/main.html"&gt;Little Einsteins &lt;/a&gt;headed out on a mission.  Life as usual for the 2 1/2 year old Ivory girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114426227857372383?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114426227857372383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114426227857372383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114426227857372383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114426227857372383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/04/ivory-update-2.html' title='Ivory Update #2'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114409926977231508</id><published>2006-04-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:17:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Update #1</title><content type='html'>I think I'm still in shock or denial about this Ivory contest.  I'm not sure why it hasn't settled in.  They've posted our names on the &lt;a href="http://www.ivory.com"&gt;Ivory website&lt;/a&gt;, but it still feels like it's not really real.  I keep wondering when we'll get the call that "we've made a mistake" or "we've decided to go a different direction...."  I really shouldn't be so pessimistic--wonderful things happen in our family.  We do seize moments and we don't hesitate to participate (much to my husband's chagrin sometimes).  We did truly feel like we should be the "Next Ivory Family" as we walked away from the event last weekend.  Why not!?  Perhaps it is the hyped up marketing these days--the sales pitches are always too good to be true.  I've never won something this big.  Yet, then I think about the advice that I've been given time and again about career choices--do what you love and you will be successful.  I do love being Annie's mom and I do love my parents--I suppose it just might be that easy.  That's all we were doing that day--loving each other and sharing it with others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my pessimism, we did do an interview for the hometown paper, and I just got a call from Ivory's PR firm in Los Angeles that other papers are calling wanting to contact us.  Ivory Update #1 is that they are looking at late September for the New York event and we are staying somewhere in Manhattan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114409926977231508?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114409926977231508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114409926977231508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114409926977231508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114409926977231508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/04/ivory-update-1.html' title='Ivory Update #1'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-114373038952536048</id><published>2006-03-30T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:43:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>My goodness!  It's been a while since I have posted... I'll try to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is--Spring.  We are so glad.  Our first winter back on the "west side" has definitely been long.  Despite the colder temperatures and the dirt that lingers once the snow has melted, the blue sky winters of the "east side" were definitely missed.  But, the flowers are blooming and the streets are drying and visions of swimming pools dance in our heads!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been eventful--a little food poisoning, a little flu, a new job for Tony, and the most exciting news--our dossier went to China for baby sister, "Cate" (Catherine).  No doubt, blog thoughts will turn to Cate (certainly not at Annie's expense however!) as we count down her arrival.  Tony thinks we will be in China for his birthday in late November, but I'm wrapping my head around December for the sake of sanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie continues to amaze us daily.  We still can't get over how smart and beautiful she is.  She's talking up a storm and her vocabulary and grasp of its use is quite developed.  There are funny stories after funny stories, but I'm sure they are more monumental to the first time parents than others... Our families have been a wonderful support and we enjoy being able to share daily life a little more now that we are closer.  Here is a shot from a sunny weekend about a month ago.  Ever longing to be at the water, we made a few beach visits and rode the ferry--good cheap Puget Sound family fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some other exciting and fun news....  This last weekend my mom, Annie and I went to Factoria Mall to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.kidsquestmuseum.org/"&gt;Kids Quest&lt;/a&gt; museum.  It was so much fun.  We ran into some friends, played in the water, climbed into the cab of a Peterbuilt semi-truck, and climbed a tree house.  As we were leaving, we were approached by some Ivory (as in soap) ladies.  They encouraged us to enter their "Next Ivory Family" event.  We were flattered and said we'd stop by the tent on the way out. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Ivory_home_2_sliced_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Ivory_home_2_sliced_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we did... and despite our lack of lipstick, need for a nap, and bad hair day, we got selected as Seattle's Next Ivory Family.  The three of us won a trip to New York in September to participate in the final event with 7 other grandmother/mother/child teams from around the country.  If we are selected in New York, Annie wins a $40K bond for education!  In keeping with the theme of the event, it was just one of those "every day moments" that ended up being a lot of fun.  Stay tuned as the details unfold and the adventure continues.  You can learn more about the event by going to &lt;a href="http://www.ivory.com"&gt;Ivory's website&lt;/a&gt;.  In the mean time, join me in buying Ivory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-114373038952536048?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/114373038952536048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=114373038952536048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114373038952536048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/114373038952536048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113872120820291444</id><published>2006-01-31T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:48:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip 2006</title><content type='html'>In celebration of being back together full-time now that Tony has finished his studies, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Flower%20from%20Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Flower%20from%20Tina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we flew to Indianapolis and took a roadtrip to Tupelo and Birmingham to have some family time.  Annie was fabulous traveler.  We took the opportunity to try out a mini-van and it was quite comfortable.  Neither of us can believe that we have decided to put one in our future, particularly when there are two tots in the back seats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie LOVED seeing her baby cousins, Ella, Sarah, and Stephie.  She was quite the big girl and very helpful. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always love visiting Tupelo and seeing Great Uncle George and Aunt Shirley.  The BBQ and catfish didn't let us down either.  And of course, seeing Marg in Birmingham topped off the tank.  Annie was completely thrilled with the "elebator" in her house and picked up a new food treat--bacon!  She stole it from Marg's breakfast plate and gobbled it down.  Annie's been slow taking to any kind of meat, so we were quite surprised.  There must be something special about Marg's bacon, however because when we grabbed some from the buffet a couple of days later on the road and it didn't fit the bill.  Marg says, "Of course!  It has to be crispy and thin!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's language is blooming like a flower in an Alaskan summer.  She blurted out "Mississippi" without &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN2066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hesitation followed there after with "Alabama" and "Tennessee."  We started working on the preamble to the Constitution, but she fell asleep....  Aside from words, she connects concepts and ideas beautifully.  It's so much fun to hear what is going on in that little head of hers.  She remains a happy and easy child and no one can get over how she doesn't "bother things."  There were plenty of things for her to grab, bump, throw, eat, etc. and she just doesn't fuss with them.  We know we are lucky and recognize that baby "Cate" may even the score, but we remain hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113872120820291444?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113872120820291444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113872120820291444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113872120820291444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113872120820291444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2006/01/roadtrip-2006.html' title='Roadtrip 2006'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113571345703482328</id><published>2005-12-27T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:57:37.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%20Xmas%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%20Xmas%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Baby%20Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Baby%20Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/T%20and%20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/T%20and%20A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/M%20and%20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/M%20and%20A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/M%20and%20A%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/M%20and%20A%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%20Balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%20Balls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113571345703482328?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113571345703482328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113571345703482328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113571345703482328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113571345703482328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-christmas.html' title='More Christmas'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113569621846868053</id><published>2005-12-27T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:34:22.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%20Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%20Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is a magical time.  Words can not express the peace and joy in our hearts that is in full bloom this year as we experience the wonder of Christmas through and with our daughter.  We are the luckiest parents ever!  A special "thank you" to Uncle Garth for some amazing photos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came to visit.  Have you seen those eyes somewhere before?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie would not go near him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%20Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%20Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after he left, she recounted all of the specifics for her Daddy... She wouldn't go near him, but she didn't miss a thing.  Black boots, red coat, red pants, white beard, white hair, and he brought her pink shoes!  (Thanks Uncle Steve and Aunt Beth!)  Her favorite tune for the season is "Santa Claus is coming to town."  I like it because when she's being fussy, I can get her singing, "...you better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout..." and it puts a smile on her face again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been incredible--I hope I never forget this time.  I hope she's nice to me when I'm old.  I've got to remember to be nicer to my parents--Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all Christmases past. Thanks for the magic and wonder that you planted and now blooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113569621846868053?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113569621846868053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113569621846868053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113569621846868053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113569621846868053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/12/magical-christmas.html' title='Magical Christmas'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113345125354141562</id><published>2005-12-01T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:44:01.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our playful little girl just does stuff like this sometimes.  She seems to know she's being funny.  She's getting better about posing for pictures too.  Up 'til now, it's been dumb luck because when the camera comes out, she'd rather be behind it looking at photos of herself.  I can't tell you how many shots of her nose I've had to delete!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week until Tony's graduation.  We are counting down the days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113345125354141562?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113345125354141562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113345125354141562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113345125354141562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113345125354141562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/12/silliness.html' title='Silliness'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113295875789015703</id><published>2005-11-25T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:01:02.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%20Say%20Cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%20Say%20Cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113295875789015703?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113295875789015703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113295875789015703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113295875789015703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113295875789015703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113250105220110417</id><published>2005-11-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:41:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhh......</title><content type='html'>Well, "the network" came through for us again!  We were in this amazing toy shop playing Santa's helper waiting for our already sledfull of toys to be wrapped when we saw "it"--a kitchen set! We were admiring it (noting the cost) and, of course, Annie was playing with it when another mom came over and quietly told us that she had found a fabulous kitchen at Costco for much less.  She didn't hesitate to "order" us to get that one instead.  With a wink of an eye and a nod of the head, we slung our play things over our back and off we go to Costco.  As we managed our way through the Costco sized poinsettias and throngs of shoppers, Annie asked Daddy for a ride on his shoulders (she loves to be up where everyone else is).  We winded our way through a few isles of pink and black boxes and we knew that we had found it because Annie near lauch from Daddy's shoulders was the tell tale sign. As we watched Annie move the dishes from the refrigerator to the stove to the microwave to the dishwasher, we were approached by even more members of "the network" assuring us that the kitchen was a hit with their little ones, but warning us that it does take a while to assemble (woohoo-our first assembly Christmas!) It's now safely home and we are wondering if we will make it to Christmas before we give it to her.....Shhhhhh....... I'm so excited!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/Annie%27s%20Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/Annie%27s%20Kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113250105220110417?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113250105220110417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113250105220110417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113250105220110417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113250105220110417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/11/shhhhh.html' title='Shhhhh......'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113220985928196762</id><published>2005-11-16T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:51:01.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya gotta dance!</title><content type='html'>We have our weekday routines down pretty good by now--I should say, FOR now actually.  Just when we have some consistency for a couple of weeks, Annie's needs or interests will change and the routine will adjust to accomodate her growth.  Other than "JoJo's Circus," morning TV really doesn't engage our little one.  So if I need more than a half hour, or if we're past 9:00 am, we turn on "Dance and Learn with Mei Mei." (Click on the title above for more info.) Annie will climb of the bed and, indeed, dance and sing with Mei Mei and the little girls in the video.  Never fails, I'm later getting off than I want to be and I'm rushing to get ready but still trying to smell the roses.  Annie always seems to know when I'm just about ready--she comes in and wants "Up?"  "No, Honey, Mama's almost ready--hang in there...."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I thought she said "up" I replied as usual, but then it dawned on me that "up" wasn't what she said.  Here we go... &lt;br /&gt;Annie: "Unh deese."  &lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Unh deese?" &lt;br /&gt;Annie: [smile--because I'm saying it wrong] "Unh deese."  &lt;br /&gt;Mama:  "Unh deese?" &lt;br /&gt;[Repeat the last two lines over and over until Mama gives up...] &lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Ok, sounds good, I'm almost ready, Honey."  &lt;br /&gt;Annie: [walks off to go watch the video]  &lt;br /&gt;[Moments pass]&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Oh! You want to dance!"  &lt;br /&gt;Annie: [Huge smile--arms outstretched toward me] "Yeah!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we danced... Ya gotta dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113220985928196762?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.chinasprout.com/shop/VVL015' title='Ya gotta dance!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/113220985928196762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=113220985928196762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113220985928196762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113220985928196762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/11/ya-gotta-dance.html' title='Ya gotta dance!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113212349146158674</id><published>2005-11-15T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:45:58.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>I'm a bona fide parent--I stepped on a dried noodle that fell from one of Annie's art projects piled on the dining table. (Keeping each and every little scrap of paper that our daughter doodles on:  Another of those "I'll never do that when I'm a parent" type crow eating experiences.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a couple of friends who are currently abroad meeting and preparing to bring home their children.  I check in every day for reports and although it feels like it's been such a long time since we traveled to China to bring Annie home, it is as vivid in my mind as if it was yesterday.  I reflected in an e-mail to one of our friends that I cried often after returning home.  Ever wanting to be in control of my emotions, I attributed the over-the-topness of it all to being tired and the untimely career change facing me.  But still--as I look over our angel sleeping, or as I laugh with her as she is patiently, but persistently repeating a word over and over while I tried to understand what she is saying--the tears.  These children are such a blessing to us.  A miracle for which only He could be responsible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting the questions that you get when you adopt internationally--Why?  Why China?  I answer with an awareness of how we got from A to Z, but really the decision was born of our love for each other, and the process, one guided by angels.  It was an act of Faith for us both.  I truly let go and let God--something that I was very aware that I was doing, but never questioned.  I suppose there is a way to answer it otherwise, but it would never fully explain the miracle and wonder of the result--our love for her, our daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113212349146158674?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113212349146158674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113212349146158674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113186155832756225</id><published>2005-11-12T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:56:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/2008%20Olympic%20Mascots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/2008%20Olympic%20Mascots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 5 adorable mascots for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing.  I'm already on Google trying to see where I can buy some!  They all have names, they all represent a life force, and they all are just plain cute!  It's going to be a fun three years watching the planning progress.  I'm not sure whether we will choose to go in 2008 or wait until Annie (and Cate) are old enough to appreciate the trip.  Time will tell. Click on the title above to go to the official 2008 Olympic site to keep posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Mascots consists of five figures, officially named the Five Friendlies. They include Beibei the Fish, Jingjing the Panda, Huanhuan the Olympic Flame, Yingying the Tibetan Antelope, and Nini the Swallow. The first characters of their rhythmic two-syllable names form a line that reads "Beijing Huanying Ni," or in English "Welcome to Beijing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The colour of each mascot was chosen in line with the colours of the Olympic Rings.  "The Mascots are a special gift that Beijing presents to the world and to the Olympic Movement," Liu Qi, president of the Beijing Organizing Committee for the Games of the XXIX Olympiad (BOCOG), spoke to an audience of 4,000 in the Worker's Indoor Stadium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "The Mascots, together with the official Emblem and Slogan of the Beijing Olympic Games, express Chinese people's wishes for peace, friendship, progress and harmony," Liu said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113186155832756225?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.beijing2008.com/80/05/article211990580.shtml' title='Beijing 2008'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113186155832756225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113186155832756225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/11/beijing-2008.html' title='Beijing 2008'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-113082560868439642</id><published>2005-10-31T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:13:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1748%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1748%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Annie celebrated her first Halloween!  Big took us to a great neighborhood where there were no cars, lots of kids, and nice houses with short walkways and close together--a Trick-or-Treater's haven.  Annie hesitated to put on her costume but we finally made a deal that she'd go without the "hat."  When it started to sprinkle slightly, it was a perfect opportunity to convince her that she needed it to keep her dry and warm.  Once on, it didn't come off.  After the second house, she was eager for more and quickly caught on.  She was surprisingly brave on her approach, got pretty quiet once the door opened, but had no problem reaching for a piece of candy once it was offered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked most of the way, but did take advantage of Aunt Katie's courier service toward the end on the uphill home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1754.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she understood what was in that bucket, she never let go of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1746.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, she wasn't two feet in the door and was taking out each piece of candy to show Pops!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a grand time and got lots of candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-113082560868439642?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113082560868439642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/113082560868439642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112939044075566797</id><published>2005-10-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:34:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking Out at her Check Up</title><content type='html'>We are so pleased, but not surprised, that her doctor confirms that Annie is developing normally and is now even showing up on the US growth charts.  She is 34 inches and 24 pounds.  She's 70th percentile on US charts in height and 50th in weight.  She has been checked for every condition A to Z and all are negative.  Her speech is good and her physical development is good as well. I turned around the eye chart (you could see the letters the correct way this way) and she began pointing out "D-Daddy," "E," "Z-Zebra".....  So smart!  She even warmed up to the doctor by the end of the visit--then came the shots--one in each thigh and blood from her arm for testing.  That ice cream with Grandma Big never tasted so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112939044075566797?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112939044075566797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112939044075566797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/checking-out-at-her-check-up.html' title='Checking Out at her Check Up'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112905826554819860</id><published>2005-10-11T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:37:38.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cate... Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we can't find someone or something, we say, "Daddy/JoJo/baby/cracker, where are you?"  Annie leaves out the "where."  This morning, I was doing the dishes from breakfast and she was on the couch reading.  I looked up and noticed she was looking at the map of China on the wall behind the couch.  I asked her to show me where she was from and she pointed to a random place on the map.  Then I asked her where we could find baby sister, Cate.  She pointed to another place and began telling me all about it in "Annie speak."  A budding geographer?  Psychic?  Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112905826554819860?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112905826554819860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112905826554819860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/cate-are-you.html' title='Cate... Are You?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112905777031060235</id><published>2005-10-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:20:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's picture day today at school.  I figured I'd snap one of my own just in case it doesn't go well today.  Annie is wearing her new raincoat from Aunt Katie (often overcome with the compulsion to buy little girls clothes), and showing off her pumpkins from her Ama and Papa's farm.  Oh, and Daddy picked out the red shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112905777031060235?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112905777031060235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112905777031060235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112900325514879544</id><published>2005-10-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:19:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Butter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl has grown accustomed to... BUTTER!  A couple of weeks ago, she ate it right off my plate--plain.  Today, when I pulled it off the shelf at the store--she grabbed it, clutched it, and wouldn't even let the checker scan it without a nice loud protest.  All the way home, "My butter!  My butter!  My butter!"  I should know better than to try and take Annie to the grocery store after picking her up from school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112900325514879544?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112900325514879544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112900325514879544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-butter.html' title='My Butter!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112895632389777421</id><published>2005-10-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:24:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Maci Gail Kong Kjorsvik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/macismilingshopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/macismilingshopping.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Meet Annie's new Chinese sister, Maci.  Maci was united with her family two days ago in Nanjing and celebrated her second birthday yesterday.  We're so excited for them to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the title above to go to Maci's home page and follow the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112895632389777421?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.elltel.net/kjorsvikfamily/index.html' title='Welcome Maci Gail Kong Kjorsvik'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112895632389777421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112895632389777421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-maci-gail-kong-kjorsvik.html' title='Welcome Maci Gail Kong Kjorsvik'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112871916343823524</id><published>2005-10-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:28:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>While waiting to be united with our daughter, among the many things that Tony and I talked about in anticipation of life with her was which of all the significant days during the process we would celebrate and how.  One of those days is what folks in the Chinese adoption community call "gotcha day."  We've never really been a fan of that term--too possessive sounding and unilateral--for us, it's the day we were united as a family.  We struggle with how much emphasis to put on the day as Annie gets older and better understands our unique family, but for now, that angle is somewhat academic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is very real however, is the nostalgia that has set in today that I did not anticipate. I remember thinking about the day before it happened.  I remember trying to comprehend that we would be handed a child and she would go home and be ours forever.  I suppose I've come to take the power of that day for granted because she truly has become our daughter.  But, if I close my eyes--it's not hard to remember being so very aware of that awesome experience.  I remember how little and sick she was--how vulnerable she was--how dependant she was on us to love her and take care of her.  I remember wondering if she'd really need us and want us as biological children do with their parents. She has let us be all of that.  We feel so blessed to call such a funny, smart, and beautiful child our daughter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today we met Annie for the first time.  We became a family. I think we'll go out for dinner tonight--That is worth celebrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112871916343823524?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112871916343823524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112871916343823524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112849113883845651</id><published>2005-10-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:47:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie had a great day today--she is officially two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1617.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's sleeping in her new "big girl bed."  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112849113883845651?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112849113883845651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112849113883845651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112727336156611541</id><published>2005-09-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:52:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm two!"</title><content type='html'>Ok, not really yet, but we're practicing.  If you ask Annie how old she is, she'll tell you and make the peace sign.  It seems she's practicing for the "terrible two's" as well!  We actually consider ourselves quite lucky because her little fits are just that--relatively little.  Lord knows what is in store, but so far, we're hanging in there.  She's just so active and changing daily.  She wants to set the agenda and wants it now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to be a family full-time during the quarter breaks.  Tony is back for his last quarter now, and we anticipate the next 10 weeks will fly by.  I'm learning more and more about data storage and international business.  Always something new around the corner.  The carpet in the place now has "the lived in" look, so I guess we're officially "settled" for a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started the process to bring Catherine ("Cate") home.  She's likely been born or will be soon and as we say her name, she becomes more and more present.  I saw a real lady bug about a month ago on the shower curtain in Annie's bathroom--I'm sure she was born that day.  We will continue to pray for her and her caretakers until she can be safe in our arms in the company of her big sister, Annie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, where are the pictures? Soon...soon... Momma's a little busy and someone who's name starts with "A" isn't really interested in doing what I ask right now unless it involves reading her a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112727336156611541?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112727336156611541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112727336156611541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112727336156611541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112727336156611541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-two.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m two!&quot;'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112689333341970286</id><published>2005-09-16T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:46:53.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Child Policy</title><content type='html'>Click on the above title to read a great article from the New England Journal of Medicine that describes the one child policy, its effect, and its future.  Very insightful with good source information.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New picutures of Annie soon!  She's growing so fast these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112689333341970286?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/353/11/1171' title='The One Child Policy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112689333341970286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112689333341970286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112689333341970286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112689333341970286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-child-policy.html' title='The One Child Policy'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112411482984690979</id><published>2005-08-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:07:09.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/1600/DSCN1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4438/512/320/DSCN1564.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie has enjoyed the pool all summer.  Yesterday we went twice.  All it takes is, "Annie, do you want to go to the pool?" and she's scrambling up the stairs to get "Momo" (a swim diaper with "Nemo" on it) and searching for her swimsuit.  She's quite a fish and will jump in, dunk herself, and tools around in her float.  Other parents can't believe how comfortable she is in the water.  She could stay in all day.  It's really been a life saver (no pun intended) at the end of these long days as a nice cool way to wind down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we went to the zoo for the first time.  We heard the lion roar, saw a bear swim 5 feet away, and went nose to nose with a gorilla who decided that the best bunch of hay was just through the glass in front of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a trip to REI and after exploring all of the cool "caves" (tents), Annie decided she needed a backpack.  She wore it to the grocery store afterward, and then to the pool as you can see...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tony's last week of classes for summer quarter.  On Friday, he's off for a month!!!  We are quite excited and will wait to set up our cave until he gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112411482984690979?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112411482984690979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112411482984690979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112411482984690979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112411482984690979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/08/bathing-beauty.html' title='Bathing Beauty'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112260033064200954</id><published>2005-08-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:13:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Issues</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... My inspiration to write this entry was a feature spot on NPR that addressed the issue of young women selling their eggs to women facing fertility issues. I just wanted to scream. I haven't completely thought out my opinion about this issue... I'm still reeling from the apparent hypocrisy of the position of opposition. Let me see if I can explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fascinated about the public debate on abortion. Women out there screaming, "It's a woman's right to choose!" The US Supreme Court has said a woman can terminate her pregnancy up to the point when the fetus becomes "viable" (24 weeks in 1973)--can survive outside the mother's womb. They have defined life based on medical technology. What happens when medical technology doesn't need a mothers womb? Babies are now being born at 20 weeks--21 days/a whole month earlier! Ironically, pro-choice advocates are going to have the rug pulled right out from under them in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't prosecute pregnant women who take drugs when they are pregnant. What can be done about a pregnant woman who drinks too much alcohol? We say, "It's their right!" But then, once the child has magically been birthed, the child becomes our business and we take the child away from the unfit mother. In at least 17 states, a murderer commits two murders if he kills a woman who has &lt;em&gt;conceived&lt;/em&gt;. We just aren't consistent--we are fooling ourselves by drawing these artificial lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get over the zealousness with which pro-choice advocates hang on to the premise that NO ONE is going to tell a woman what to do with "her own body!" Well, the Supreme Court has--when that baby reaches 24 weeks and one day (figuratively speaking). Somehow, something magically happens in that "one day," I guess. Maybe that's when the white starts showing on the fingernail, or the first nose hair grows. Too bad for those babies that could have made it at 20 weeks. They really were "human" according to the law, but I guess their mothers had veto power over the Supreme Court. Do you see the game that we are playing? And with human life. I would expect that the debate would be a bit more intelligent. It's just not that easy, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I started on selling eggs.... my gut reaction to how I feel about women selling their eggs is motivated by the desire not to be inconsistent (and of course tainted by my &lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt; that life begins WAY before 24 weeks). Under age girls can have abortions--what is the bloomin' problem with a 20 year old woman selling an unfertilized egg? The fact that they can get lots of money for it? Is that the problem? Maybe. Maybe not.... that is what I have to work through. For now, I'm ok with it though. Guys get money for their sperm. People get money for plasma donation. You can sell your hair. Doctor's get money for helping people get pregnant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are out there so worried about who is telling them what to do--myself included. It seems we could do ourselves a greater service by turning the attention inward toward a stronger belief in our own self power and worth. Value your sexuality and know the power of creation--the absolute miracle of life. Say, "NO." Fight back when someone is trying to take what is yours, and then get up there on the witness stand and tell the jury all about it. Value what you do and go ask for that raise. Value your opinion and speak up! Keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not that easy either, but I think it's time we stop crying victim. There are a ton of folks out there less fortunate than I, I realize that. Male and female. I've never been faced with being pregnant at 15 or knowing that I'll have my rapist's child. But, I know that either of those things could destroy me if I let them--regardless of how great my family is or how many resources I have. I know that if I had an abortion, I'd still have been pregnant at 15 and I still would have been raped--and I still would have had an abortion. None of those things I'd ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about those moms-to-be that I know who have been on bed rest during their pregnancy trying to save their baby(ies)--cherishing each day that passes without birth until it's time. I've never met a baby that walked out of his/her mother's womb talking, walking, and feeding him/herself. Babies need us. Whether it's for a breast, a bottle, or a tube, they need us. Some need more than others--that doesn't make them any less human. I never would have known the joy of Annie if her mother had made "the choice" to abort her. I know that is a simple way of looking at those things, but the miracle that she is prevents me from seeing beyond that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is that simple.... Maybe we just need to make it easier for children to find a home. Maybe we need to empower young girls with the knowledge to appreciate the power of their bodies and the power to say "No!" Maybe we need to be teaching young males that their libidos are not an excuse, but a responsibility. Maybe women AND men need to be thinking about the possibilities that can come from sex rather than the mere possibility of it. I just don't feel empowered by the ability to kill a 6 month old human being doing all he/she can to grow inside me to make it on his/her own...with a little help from us other humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's NPR issue is "What is too old to be a parent." Never! First of all, parents who become parents at the "appropriate" age, never stop being parents (I know this first hand and am thankful for it!). Secondly, there are plenty of grandparents out there who, because of circumstances beyond their control, have had to step up and be a primary caretaker (aka, "parent")--I admire these folks and have seen in my line of work that sometimes, they are better parents than the biological parents. I believe that life is amazing and although children need more than love, love is essential and love is something that "old" people are just as capable, if not more capable, of sharing with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changes with age that would be the determining factor? Lets see, you get wiser. That it? Nope. You get richer. That it? Nope. Oh, your body falls apart and you can't coach your kids soccer team. But, I watch those TV programs about disabled parents, so I know it can be done if you can't walk, talk, hear, or throw a ball. All of these things are important--but none are the key to being a good parent. I'm not the parent that I would have been if I had children at 20. I can't say that I'm any better or worse (because I thought I was pretty darn mature back then!), I'm just different. I might not be able to be Annie's coach when she's ready to play soccer, but I surely will be there to tell her to buck up when she's having a bad game, and I surely will be there for a high five when she's having a good one. My parents were--they had brown hair back then. When I became a judge, they were there too--and their hair was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, my neck is sore, and we have a 22 month old that will need someone around 7:00 am. I'd better get to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112260033064200954?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112260033064200954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112260033064200954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112260033064200954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112260033064200954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby-issues.html' title='Baby Issues'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112181992280334367</id><published>2005-07-19T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:38:42.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1529.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1529.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112181992280334367?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112181992280334367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112181992280334367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112181992280334367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112181992280334367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112181984909861281</id><published>2005-07-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:37:29.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up!</title><content type='html'>Little Peanut is growing up.  She insisted on wearing her hat to school this morning and still has it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112181984909861281?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112181984909861281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112181984909861281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112181984909861281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112181984909861281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-112123466479095869</id><published>2005-07-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:04:24.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Reading</title><content type='html'>I started "The Diary of Ma Yan" last night and will likely finish it by the end of the week.  It's the story of a couple of years of Ma Yan's life around the year 2000.  She lives in rural China with her parents and her two brothers.  She's a feisty and thoughtful little girl who is determined to get an education so that she can escape hunger and poverty and bring prosperity to her family.  Here is a brief portion of the narrative told around her diary entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ma Yan's village is in one of the poorest parts of China, known as the Region of Thirst.  Persistent drought has led the government to declare the area uninhabitable.  Despite the fact that daily life is a constant struggle for survival, about three million people still live here.  The average annual income of the inhabitants of Ma Yan's village is around four hundred yuan (US $48), a miserable sum compared to the Chinese average of six thousand yuan (US $725).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Yan walks 12 1/2 miles to school each week and back for the weekends--she has only one change of clothes.  She lives in a one room home on the family farm that her mother works almost exclusively because her father leaves to find better paying work.  The family sleeps on a raised cement bed that is heated from below.  She went without food to be able to buy a ballpoint pen for school.  I could go on and on....  Her story has inspired the formation of The Association for the Children of Ningxia, a fund that helps pay for the education of children like Ma Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others comment about how lucky Annie is, we smile and say that it is we who are lucky.  Our reality is so far from that of Ma Yan and the countless other daughters of China.  It is only when I read stories like Ma Yan's that I can even come close to understanding what it must have been like for the woman who laid down our little AiShuang that balmy October morning and walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-112123466479095869?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/112123466479095869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=112123466479095869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112123466479095869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/112123466479095869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/07/recommended-reading.html' title='Recommended Reading'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111991682359886433</id><published>2005-06-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:00:23.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See the world from a child's viewpoint....</title><content type='html'>The photo below ("A moment in thought...") was taken by my nephew, who is 8 years old.  He and his brothers who are 9 (twins) and 5 (and a half) take some amazing photos.  Give a child your camera some time and let them explore.  You'll be amazed at what they find interesting and the results they get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111991682359886433?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111991682359886433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111991682359886433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111991682359886433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111991682359886433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/see-world-from-childs-viewpoint.html' title='See the world from a child&apos;s viewpoint....'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111991653675812899</id><published>2005-06-27T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:55:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/Annie%20by%20Michael.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/Annie%20by%20Michael.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment in thought....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111991653675812899?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111991653675812899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111991653675812899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111991653675812899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111991653675812899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/moment-in-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111933249313492612</id><published>2005-06-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:41:33.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maci</title><content type='html'>We recently learned that some friends of ours have met their daughter.  It's a sweet story of destiny that is quite unique, but brings a famliar feeling to our hearts.  They are adopting from China and didn't expect their referral until late this fall.  Unexpectedly, the red thread tugged much earlier.  We will never forget the new friends that we met while waiting for Annie who had a little girl of their own from China.  It was as though we had known them for years--we remarked often how it was that they could be so happy for us and they barely knew us.  Now, as we wait for little Maci, we feel that joy all over again--we get it.  This is a special experience.  Probably much like other things in life, but it is the one that came unexpectely in our lives and has brought us all of the happiness we hoped for.  If you are reading this and are thinking about adopting--don't hesitate to approach a family that has gone through it.  I haven't met one that wouldn't share their story.  If you can meet someone waiting and you get sucked in, your heart will make the decision for you.  Our capacity to love is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111933249313492612?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111933249313492612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111933249313492612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111933249313492612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111933249313492612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/maci.html' title='Maci'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111901580527438992</id><published>2005-06-17T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:43:25.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver BC 2005</title><content type='html'>Annie added another country to her travels, Canada. We walked and walked and walked and walked all over Vancouver this weekend.  Chinese gardens, dim sum, shabu shabu, fountain after fountain, swimming in the pool, and lots of shopping.  Annie was a great traveler and came home with all kinds of new tricks.  We had such a great experience on the train last time, so we chose it again. It proved to be a great way to make the trip with a toddler.  She charmed the other passengers and it was nice to be able to walk around and sit and read rather than be strapped in a car seat for three hours.  Between the sky train and our 6 feet (and a stroller!) we got around fine and didn't miss having a car.  One of the highlights for this E! channel junkie was brushing shoulders with Molly Shannon--ok, our shoulders didn't actually touch, but we walked right by her.  She was a guest of our hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is enjoying a few days with Annie all on his own this week. He has another quarter under his belt and will begin a screamer summer quarter on Monday at 7:30 am.  It's two back-to-back four week sessions.  I know it will blow by fast, and then he has a whole month off!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is doing great.  She is simply amazing in our eyes.  She loves to hear herself chatter, loves the pool, and loves and being outside lately.  Although it's warmer, it seems that summer in Western WA is thinking twice about coming.  I suppose it's nothing new to the area--we've just been a bit spoiled by the Ellensburg summers.  So dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111901580527438992?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111901580527438992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111901580527438992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901580527438992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901580527438992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/vancouver-bc-2005.html' title='Vancouver BC 2005'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111901488272266465</id><published>2005-06-17T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:28:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1406.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1406.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train with my Dad and my Cherrios.  We're going on an adventure!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111901488272266465?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111901488272266465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111901488272266465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901488272266465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901488272266465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting-for-train-with-my-dad-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111901476259025734</id><published>2005-06-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:26:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1438.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1438.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the bamboo garden.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111901476259025734?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111901476259025734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111901476259025734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901476259025734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901476259025734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-in-bamboo-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111901460714181225</id><published>2005-06-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:23:27.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1483.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1483.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111901460714181225?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111901460714181225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111901460714181225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901460714181225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901460714181225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/movie-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111901453593382477</id><published>2005-06-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:22:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1487.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1487.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up for Vancouver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111901453593382477?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111901453593382477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111901453593382477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901453593382477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111901453593382477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-thumbs-up-for-vancouver.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111820355321316747</id><published>2005-06-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:05:53.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Annie is becoming such a big girl.  She's really getting long and lean and is eating up a storm lately.  I can't keep up with her.  She loves peaches, mandarin oranges, and strawberries (particularly if you put a little Devonshire cream on them!).  We have settled in to a bit of a routine and she seems to be adjusting to Tony's comings and goings too.  She surprised us with an amazing show of sadness the other morning.  Tony usually rises and is out the door way before we are even thinking of getting up, but he didn't have classes on Monday, so he stayed to have the morning with us.  As she realized he was preparing to leave, she quietly shed a tear and put her head on his shoulder.  No fussy crying, no silly games, just true sadness and love.  As we both reached for a tissue--she indicated that she needed one too--no small gesture considering she usually runs from me when I grab a tissue because she knows I'm coming for her nose!  She dried her eyes and bucked up to say goodbye.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested in developmental milestones, I'm not really sure where she is except to say that she seems pretty normal when we are around other children her age--I could be a typical mom and say that she seems more advanced, but it's true. :-)  She is so eager to learn--a very active mind.  She is still shy around men and in new places, but surprisingly social given the opportunity to make the first move.  I'm not sure of her exact weight and height--about 24 pounds.  She's 20 months and wearing most 18-24 mo. clothes.  She's definitely growing into her belly and is running around pretty confidently.  She goes to sleep on her own and is sleeping through the night with a two hour nap.  Pretty typical, I guess.  I'm relieved that she's able to put herself to sleep--those nights on the floor waiting until she sacked out were hard on this 40 year old's back.  She's learned "no" and "mine" but mostly just loves to say them.  She says "bye" with a little Southern drawl.  Pretty cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie continues her love affair with water--most recently in the pool.  We had some beautiful days here weekend before last and we have a great pool here in our compex.  It's beautiful with flowers blooming all around.  We go later in the day--the sun is less bright and all of the other kids have gone in for dinner.  Annie will jump from the side of the pool and is great putting her head under.  She laughs hysterically when we blow bubbles.  Pool photos soon!  &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/7921898-111820355321316747?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111820355321316747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111820355321316747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820355321316747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820355321316747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111820250562233290</id><published>2005-06-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:48:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1392.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1392.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111820250562233290?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111820250562233290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111820250562233290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820250562233290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820250562233290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/yum.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111820246501899167</id><published>2005-06-07T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:47:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1393.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1393.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tea cup is just my size!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111820246501899167?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111820246501899167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111820246501899167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820246501899167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820246501899167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-tea-cup-is-just-my-size.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111820243547607122</id><published>2005-06-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:47:15.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1394.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1394.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Purple Dot Cafe for Dim Sum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111820243547607122?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111820243547607122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111820243547607122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820243547607122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111820243547607122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-purple-dot-cafe-for-dim-sum.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111587610875263148</id><published>2005-05-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:05:00.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddling</title><content type='html'>When we moved to Redmond, Annie was considered a "waddler," but I can fully attest to the fact that she is a full blown toddler!  She runs in glee to the farthest corner she can find when she knows we are coming for her to change a diaper or wipe her nose.  All of a sudden she wants nothing to do with two of her favorite foods, raisins and bananas.  And, everything needs to bed done right now!  You get the idea.  As testy as she can be, she's still our little sweet pea. She's getting more and more bold with her exploration and she is so earnest in her desire to talk.  She thinks she's spot on, but we've a long way to go.  Significant strides every day, however.  Her cognitive development amazes us.  She saw something in a playground today that was developed by part of a UW health dept. and was told it was a heart.  She pointed to her chest--not because she knows her heart is there (that would be genius!), but because she had a heart on her shirt (as she had been told in the morning while getting dressed).  Little connections like that. As much as I want to hear her thoughts, she seems to be growing so fast and I don't want to speed that up because there's no going back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111587610875263148?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111587610875263148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111587610875263148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111587610875263148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111587610875263148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/toddling.html' title='Toddling'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111582140334256457</id><published>2005-05-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:23:23.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/Glasses%20at%20Breakfast.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/Glasses%20at%20Breakfast.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses for Breakfast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111582140334256457?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111582140334256457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111582140334256457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111582140334256457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111582140334256457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunglasses-for-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111582145547247922</id><published>2005-05-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:24:15.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>Annie got a new pair of sunglasses.  As you can see, they are appropriate for all occasions--even breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111582145547247922?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111582145547247922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111582145547247922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111582145547247922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111582145547247922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-sunglasses.html' title='New Sunglasses'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111499163051429837</id><published>2005-05-01T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:53:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1315.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1315.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111499163051429837?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111499163051429837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111499163051429837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499163051429837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499163051429837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111499158005293673</id><published>2005-05-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:53:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1308.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1308.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dad.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111499158005293673?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111499158005293673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111499158005293673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499158005293673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499158005293673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111499155258721615</id><published>2005-05-01T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:55:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1306.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1306.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's Fountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111499155258721615?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111499155258721615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111499155258721615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499155258721615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499155258721615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/annies-fountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111499153793726278</id><published>2005-05-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:52:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1317.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1317.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sundays....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111499153793726278?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111499153793726278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111499153793726278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499153793726278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111499153793726278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweet-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921898.post-111388787967180054</id><published>2005-04-18T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:17:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/640/DSCN1295.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/98/1508/320/DSCN1295.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921898-111388787967180054?l=margarets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/feeds/111388787967180054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921898&amp;postID=111388787967180054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111388787967180054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921898/posts/default/111388787967180054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margarets.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06456550870967965354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
