<?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-5645092557935968434</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:43:15.306-07:00</updated><category term='Summa time'/><title type='text'>3 guys, a girl, and enough going on.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2718865235940149178</id><published>2009-08-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:32:20.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days and Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>The first few days of first grade were great! This week, however, has been a struggle. Colin seems to be having a difficult time transitioning to a longer day with a new teacher and new class. I was excited to have him get home, then I opened his backpack and got this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sos5YSw4XtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7XXGB-oRwk0/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371450070085951186" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sos5YSw4XtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7XXGB-oRwk0/s200/letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bummer.  We had a nice long talk, did his homework, and then he got to write an apology letter to his teacher.  Hopefully this won't happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sos5Y2vZBpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DXb2wFSJIa0/s1600-h/colinsletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371450079743379090" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sos5Y2vZBpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DXb2wFSJIa0/s200/colinsletter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5645092557935968434-2718865235940149178?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2718865235940149178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2718865235940149178' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2718865235940149178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2718865235940149178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunny-days-and-tuesdays.html' title='Sunny Days and Tuesdays'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sos5YSw4XtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7XXGB-oRwk0/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-3989779356385073453</id><published>2009-08-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:34:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days and Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today was Colin's first day of first grade! I know what you're thinking....."already?!" Crazy, right?! What ever happened to going back to school after Labor Day? They can't be mad when he misses a couple days of school the second full week due to a quick vacation! That's all I'm sayin'. Anyhoo-he woke up totally excited and really enjoyed his day. It was really strange having him leave at seven and not get home until almost three. That's almost like a full-time job! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWenpxGWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fAobvFnjf_c/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369300633540172130" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWenpxGWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fAobvFnjf_c/s200/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was also Blake's third birthday. I can't believe it. Three years already. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also can't believe I was ready to have another child when Colin was this age! I was pregnant with Blake when Colin turned three.)&lt;/span&gt; We had Blake's party on Saturday and it was a blast! He had a Toy Story bounce house, a sno-cone machine, a nice pool to enjoy, and a delicious BBQed meal cooked up by Dad. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all that joined us. He really had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we had a special family spaghetti dinner (his fav) with a giant chocolate chip cookie cake thanks to Nana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWd0wnteI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cKdvI7z7GdU/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369300619878708706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWd0wnteI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cKdvI7z7GdU/s200/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOXL1IKNEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gPwwo0JqK8M/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369301410251420738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOXL1IKNEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gPwwo0JqK8M/s200/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOXMggoueI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BwZC2I4NNWI/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369301421896808930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOXMggoueI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BwZC2I4NNWI/s200/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake-it's been a fun journey with you so far. You keep us on our toes, are a great friend and brother to Colin, and we can't imagine life without our little boy. We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWdQxg6KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g5QdozX9zSs/s1600-h/DSCN0112_0328_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369300610218780834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWdQxg6KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g5QdozX9zSs/s200/DSCN0112_0328_076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-3989779356385073453?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/3989779356385073453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=3989779356385073453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3989779356385073453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3989779356385073453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-days-and-birthday.html' title='First Days and Birthday'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SoOWenpxGWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fAobvFnjf_c/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2532237224179136908</id><published>2009-08-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:21:16.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Disney...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if you realize this, but my husband is there a lot lately.  At least it seems like he is.  He's still training, so that means I don't get to hear from him ALL DAY.  I'm not used to that, and I don't like it.  Please realize he has a family that would like him to be home.  In fact, if you could pay him to be home more often than not, that would be great!  We would promise to visit often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2532237224179136908?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2532237224179136908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2532237224179136908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2532237224179136908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2532237224179136908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-disney.html' title='Dear Disney...'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-6223350393862057051</id><published>2009-07-20T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:30:35.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Pacific Symphony</title><content type='html'>Right now I am taking an online class from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Citrus&lt;/span&gt; so I can transfer to finish my Ph.D.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay...maybe not.  But seriously folks, I've been in school LONG enough to get my Ph.D, so I feel I should automatically get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo-I'm taking Music Appreciation.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you know nothing about music, don't take it.  You'll be SO lost.  Luckily, I know SOMETHING about music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my assignments is to attend a performance by an orchestra and then write this whole essay on it.  I talked Ron into going with me, and we actually really enjoyed ourselves.  It was the Pacific Symphony Orchestra and they played at the Verizon Wireless Ampitheatre in Irvine.  The weather was beautiful, and we were allowed to bring a picnic-which we did.  The theme was Rodgers and Hammerstein, so they played music from their original scores and played the movie scenes above-pretty cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;During intermission, we entertained ourselves by taking pictures.  Of ourselves.  We don't have many of just the two of us, so we took some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP6e-ZSzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_Mj0wFfh__A/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP6e-ZSzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_Mj0wFfh__A/s200/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778797620218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP668tusI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IS6_tbApMXE/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP668tusI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IS6_tbApMXE/s200/DSC00825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778805129362114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ron really enjoyed the show&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP7c0qGAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wwQD9mp2OzE/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP7c0qGAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wwQD9mp2OzE/s200/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778814222374914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always makes me laugh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP7-EgRdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1JczskOFMGk/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP7-EgRdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1JczskOFMGk/s200/DSC00837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778823147210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apparently it was boys who like boys night, and they were all drinking wine and eating caviar.  I thought our drinks made a perfect couple.  Ron thought I was dumb for taking a picture of them.  I think they look photogenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that was our night.  Music, making fun of the lady that kept trying to start a fire on the grass (don't ask...I really don't know), pictures, and wine-os.  Good times.  I'm going to go see the same symphony at the OC Fair play all DISNEY music!  YES!  You know you wanna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♪ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Whole Neeeew Wooooorld&lt;/span&gt;♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-6223350393862057051?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/6223350393862057051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=6223350393862057051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/6223350393862057051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/6223350393862057051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-at-pacific-symphony.html' title='A Night at the Pacific Symphony'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SmVP6e-ZSzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_Mj0wFfh__A/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-307521485803131123</id><published>2009-07-14T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:30:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think with being unemployed, I would have plenty of time to blog. But I don't. I think I've found things to keep myself busy to keep my mind off of not working. It really has taken some getting used to, but I'm enjoying the time with my little guys.  Although I do love writing you all a nice novel from time to time, I will try to be better about posting a little more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Family and Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandma came for her annual summer visit. I always look forward to it, and I'm always so sad when she leaves. She's so much more than a Grandma to me, and I really miss her when she's away! My cousin, Wes, came for a visit as well. Colin and Blake just LOVE Wes! He's nine, so everything he does is cool to them. We went to D-land, Knott's Berry Farm, and did all sorts of fun things together. Colin also finished T-ball and had fun at closing ceremonies with his friend, Jacob Armstrong (another older, cool kid). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545728786153346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g8xT8P4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/mvSUxrXp1eo/s200/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545723002612738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g8bxCbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KQfMfzAh5FA/s200/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a last-minute get together at Ron's parents. Apparently a petition went around and we were voted as the party site for this year. I was so excited! "If you throw it, they will come." We had a great turn-out, only a few injuries, no drowings, and lots of food and swimming. Thanks for joining us everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545743098070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g9moKxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/p00JRgVMcBI/s200/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After, we went to the Bartett's in Fontana for some illegal firework action (by the neighbors). I had bought Colin some industrial strength ear muffs for his fear of loud noises, and he loves them! He wasn't even too afraid to light a few sparklers. Blake, of course, had no fear to begin with. Thanks guys! We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545746415486594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g9y_GhoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oLWi16m3IW4/s200/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colin and his freakishly look-alike friend, Jack. Jack's mom and I joked the whole time about how similar they are, and then the one picture I take of them together, they posed the same. They're brothas from another motha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358546859659491618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1h-mJJ-SI/AAAAAAAAAUc/SK6NtAjuzOs/s200/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary knows how to have fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358546877444593026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1h_oZdFYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3JKIy5gSLUs/s200/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colin is really working on swimming this summer. We now have instant access to a pool and have been going 3-5 times a week. Today he actually swam under water quite a distance. As long as he has a mask on, he does great! However, he wants to cover his ears in a funny way (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see below&lt;/span&gt;). Keep up the great work, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358551007824154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1lwDQrj-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/KYq2m4UILa4/s200/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358551015278008786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1lwfB0WdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DYRCIBx2qEM/s200/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does your child know how to give himself a hickey?  Apparently mine does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is constantly hurting himself but acting as if it doesn't phase him. The first injury was his head bouncing off of the cement. No tears shed. The next day he hit the same spot again. Let's just say the scab didn't last long. Yuck! He's gone under in the pool a couple of times (with us next to him!), however, like before, no tears. He scares me with his lack of fear. He often tattles on himself as well. "Mom. Blake hit the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358546868589321234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1h_HaMXBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7S-akzp-I40/s200/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now that Blake talks more, he and Colin have become better friends (and sometimes worse enemies), so it's fun to watch their little relationship grow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our wedding anniversary is in a couple of days. It will be four years of marriage, then next month we celebrate seven years of the start of it all. My how time has flown. I can't imagine being with anyone other than my best friend. He's an amazing dad, an extremely hard worker, and a thoughtful husband. Love you, Babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going to the Melting Pot for dinner, then heading out to a movie (probably Harry Potter...I just can't wait!). On Saturday, we're going to see the Pacific Orchestra play in Irvine. It's Rodgers and Hammerstein night! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(That's actually for my Music Appreciation class and Ron got roped into going to with me.)&lt;/span&gt; We are also going to go whale watching with the boys somewhere in between all of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made Ron a little something intending on surprising him at work, but since he'll be training for his new position tomorrow, he will be in a secret location somewhere in the resort. Oh well...I tried. He'll be surprised at breakfast I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545736916320242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g9PmUv_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/fPLiSeL19cU/s200/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far it's been a great summer!  We still have more to look forward to, and I can't wait!  Crazy Kymmie (Ron's yougest sister) is coming home from playing softball in Germany and traveling all over Europe.  Katie (sister just above Ron), is coming for a visit with cousin Addie and we can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358551021388365506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1lw1yo_sI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pPzxBBWBZbY/s200/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The boys' Auntie Kymmie just before leaving for Germany.  She's short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-307521485803131123?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/307521485803131123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=307521485803131123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/307521485803131123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/307521485803131123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update...'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Sl1g8xT8P4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/mvSUxrXp1eo/s72-c/DSC00738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-1590295715654545854</id><published>2009-07-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:52:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good?</title><content type='html'>We've been dying to buy a house, and just when we felt we were ready, I stopped working.  One income for us=no loan.  :(  I was told I have to go back to work if I want a house.  Harsh reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, two of Ron's fellow "cast members" ended up getting fired from their jobs as Front Desk Managers at the Disneyland Hotel.  We were crossing our fingers that it would mean a promotion and transfer for Ron.  On Tuesday, Ron gets an appointment request from the Hotel Manager for a meeting with her.  He goes in and gets told he's being transfered to the now open Front Desk position.  Woo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he's told that it's not a promotion but a lateral move.  This also means no raise in salary.  Then he's told that they won't have his replacement until August, so he'll be working his normal job while training for his new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year it was demanded of him to take MOST of his 10 weeks worth of vacation time THIS year.  I know...."OK!"  We had a vacation planned in April that almost got taken away because of work conflicts.  Now we are planning a long road trip to my home town in Washington State for the first two weeks in August.  (I haven't been home in over SIX YEARS!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was told that his August vacation is now a no-go because he'll be training (I'm not driving by myself and flying isn't cheap!).  He's also not allowed to take vacation time in June or July, November or December because it's so busy.  I know the experience is great for Ron, but I can't help but feel sorry for us/myself.  No house, no vacation, no pay raise, and possibly going back to work.  Ron is definitely being a trooper and finding the positive in all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-1590295715654545854?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/1590295715654545854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=1590295715654545854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1590295715654545854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1590295715654545854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good?'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-5145123181105800309</id><published>2009-06-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:34:01.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some advice...</title><content type='html'>One evening I was sitting on a bench in CA Adventure holding a spot for my family to watch the Electric Light Parade.  Next to me was a man from Philly that LOVED to talk.  I inquired about his occupation.  He said he had been an appliance repairman for 30 years.  Since we've been looking into buying a home, I figured he would be a good person to ask about a good brand of appliances to purchase.  So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face lit up and you could tell this man loved his job.  I figured since most of our friends are buying homes, this would be good advice to pass along.  Here's what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whirlpool is the best.  Next is GE.  You're wasting your money on Maytag, LG, Fridgidair, or Electrolux (a fancy Fridgidair).  He didn't mention Kenmore, but that's probably because it's not on the top of his list.  Basically all he kept saying was, "Whirlpool or GE.  Hands down." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Some sound advice from someone who knows what they are talking about and wasn't making commission off of it.  Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is it weird to anyone else that quite a few famous people died so close together?  Michael J., Farrah, Ed McMahon (whom never delivered my giant check, by the way), and Billy Mays.  Whew!  Slow your roll people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-5145123181105800309?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/5145123181105800309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=5145123181105800309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5145123181105800309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5145123181105800309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-advice.html' title='Some advice...'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-4903054966146135995</id><published>2009-06-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:09:30.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>This morning Colin was sitting in front of the T.V when I saw him stand up and start shaking his head in a funny way. There was a lot going on around me, so I half ignored it. As it continued, he said, "My ear! It's stuck!" Now he has our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron calls him over and Colin walks over with his finger in his ear. He takes a look and can only tell that something is in there, but not what it is. I hunt down the good ole' tweezers and Ron starts to operate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, Colin had put this inside of his ear: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345452395089900674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Si7cocUYNII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ch7q7DwTo3Y/s200/googly+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That's right-a googly eye!  Just one, thank goodness.  Oh the creative things kids can do.  I do believe we've once pulled a crayon out of his nose as well.  I'm just happy both were easily removed.   &lt;br /&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/5645092557935968434-4903054966146135995?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/4903054966146135995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=4903054966146135995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4903054966146135995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4903054966146135995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/06/eye-cant-believe-it.html' title='Eye Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/Si7cocUYNII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ch7q7DwTo3Y/s72-c/googly+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-75322870912494437</id><published>2009-06-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:09:33.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts</title><content type='html'>Colin tends to hear words differently from time to time.  For example, &lt;strong&gt;olives&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;all-lips&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake makes up his own words that associate with something else.  For example, "Charlie" is chocolate milk.  He confuses the edible part with the person in &lt;em&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a moment where confusion caused chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake often times just wants "Charlie" as an appetizer, and then will decide what he wants to eat.  The other night I was explaining that I wanted him to go and get something to eat with me first.  He wasn't interested, so Colin tried helping out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blake!  Do you want hot dogs or donuts?  We get chicken and french fries there!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about.  Then I realized that "donuts" was "McDonalds".  Of course now Blake is crying for actual donuts for dinner.  I told Colin, "....it's Mc&lt;em&gt;DONALDS, Buddy&lt;/em&gt;."  A few seconds goes by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin says, "Oh.  Okay.......Blake!  Do you want McDONUTS?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help, Colin.  I know your intentions were good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-75322870912494437?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/75322870912494437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=75322870912494437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/75322870912494437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/75322870912494437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/06/donuts.html' title='Donuts'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-7998893230818324697</id><published>2009-05-18T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:30:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of fun!</title><content type='html'>Last week was my 26th birthday and it was Mother's Day. I must say, Ron was amazing and made each day special. For Mother's Day I woke up to a delicious Toblerone chocolate bar next to me along with a flowers, candy, and cards from the boys. He had also picked out and ironed the boys' clothing for church (he had to work), and the boys were even good for me during church! Once he was home, I didn't have to lift a finger. I even took a nap. The perfect day! Colin had a Mother's Day Tea at school. I wore a hat he had made, enjoyed all sorts of gifts from him, and got to listen to a few songs by his class. I loved it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLaylCH6I/AAAAAAAAARM/nkXkY3G9VZg/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200325780709282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLaylCH6I/AAAAAAAAARM/nkXkY3G9VZg/s200/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, my kid is almost freakishly tall compred to his classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I woke up next to a hoodie I had been wanting. I had to work, but work bought me a dozen roses and an ice cream cake. Then Ron took me to lunch at the Olive Garden and I got my second gift-ballroom dancing lessons with him! How fun is that?!  I also got the Gilmore Girls 7th season on DVD.  YES!  Work let me leave a couple of hours early, and then I had a Primary meeting so the Primary Presidency took me out to dinner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I went to Disneyland on Monday.  Then my in-laws took Ron and I to the Angel's game against Boston on Tuesday, and then I was given a membership to D23 (a Disney fan club type thing) for the year, and my MIL is taking me to the HUGE Disney convention in September. Whew! A great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to The Aquarium of the Pacific with some friends. We really had a great time and walked around outside after we were finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLa0G5_6I/AAAAAAAAARU/gM7q0l4kC8Y/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200326191218594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLa0G5_6I/AAAAAAAAARU/gM7q0l4kC8Y/s200/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor Spider Crab was missing a couple of legs and had a broken one.  He must be a war vet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbInsOgI/AAAAAAAAARc/zLfZmoXxpog/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200331697437186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbInsOgI/AAAAAAAAARc/zLfZmoXxpog/s200/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nemo and Dory tank.  The kids' favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbd11auI/AAAAAAAAARk/XmPDscGSTwM/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200337393904354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbd11auI/AAAAAAAAARk/XmPDscGSTwM/s200/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin and Cody high-fiving the scuba diver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbptR2XI/AAAAAAAAARs/4CTkL7AIRVE/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200340579244402" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLbptR2XI/AAAAAAAAARs/4CTkL7AIRVE/s200/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazingly strong husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-7998893230818324697?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/7998893230818324697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=7998893230818324697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7998893230818324697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7998893230818324697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-of-fun.html' title='Lots of fun!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGLaylCH6I/AAAAAAAAARM/nkXkY3G9VZg/s72-c/DSC00610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-4828228564802234190</id><published>2009-05-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:01:41.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>Here are a few catch up photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5391zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VAMSfeXrrdg/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189864686603826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5391zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VAMSfeXrrdg/s200/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids in Phoenix &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5m4DY1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EbmuojTLUrs/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189860098925394" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5m4DY1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EbmuojTLUrs/s200/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The three BFF's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5W3MKeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WhKmrsQM51s/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189855800338914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5W3MKeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WhKmrsQM51s/s200/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin, Addison and Blake                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB6J1IYDI/AAAAAAAAARE/WzONQHjE9zo/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189869481910322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB6J1IYDI/AAAAAAAAARE/WzONQHjE9zo/s200/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy and Blake enjoying each other's company during the long ride to Reno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB4978gSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4hHSk2t0F5Q/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189849109397794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB4978gSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4hHSk2t0F5Q/s200/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janae and Colin share a birthday!&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/5645092557935968434-4828228564802234190?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/4828228564802234190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=4828228564802234190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4828228564802234190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4828228564802234190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ShGB5391zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VAMSfeXrrdg/s72-c/DSC00473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-1289976020330273337</id><published>2009-05-16T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:59:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRIPE</title><content type='html'>Here's a riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;and white and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;all over?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car registration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;and white is the paper I opened telling me the amount is WELL over what I paid last year, and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;is my face because I was so angry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure the whole idea was that as your car gets older, you pay less for your registration.  I guess I was wrong.  Now that I'm close to being jobless, money is a big concern.  I just don't get how the economy is being helped by charging us &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;for silly things when we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS&lt;/span&gt;.  I do, but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme put it this way:  2005 Honda Pilot registration=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVER &lt;/span&gt;$300 for registration.  YIKES.  Glad I don't drive one of those "luxury" vehicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;  In &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; state your car registration is a flat $30 no matter what year, make, or model your car is?  My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CA&lt;/span&gt; registration is ten years worth of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WA &lt;/span&gt;registrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-1289976020330273337?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/1289976020330273337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=1289976020330273337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1289976020330273337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1289976020330273337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/gripe.html' title='GRIPE'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-8864963076677832369</id><published>2009-05-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:13:36.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie's Moonlit Madness!</title><content type='html'>I forgot that I had an exciting story to post as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Disney does a fun fundraiser with it's "cast members".  You gather a team of four people (one has to be an employee), go to the park after it's closed just for this event, answer 50 trivia questions, and then to a scavenger hunt throughout the park with ten questions while tied together through your belt loops.  Last year Ron and I were on a team with Kyle Hartman and Amy Riley.  We had chosen to do 5 hard clues and 5 easy.  We BARELY finished.  We had felt pretty good that our answers were right.  The next day Ron checked our placement.  254 out of 400.  Not so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we couldn't take Amy Riley since the day of the event just happened to be her due date.  Taryn graciously took Amy's spot.  Our strategy was to try 8 hard clues and 2 easy ones.  There's a different theme to the competition each year.  Last year didn't seem very focused on the theme, so I didn't bother to study for this year's theme which was "Funkadelic".  Unfortunately, EVERY question revolved around the 1970's, and unfortunately, that was before I was born.  I'm not going to lie...I wasn't much help.  None of us knew too much about the 70's.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did well (with the exception of me being stupid and wearing flip flops-I learned my lesson after my 12 flat tires from Taryn and Ron Ü).  We finished 30 minutes early but it once again felt like we were correct on all of our answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work the following day, I called Ron.  He suddenly said, "54".  Then he clairfied that we placed 54th out of 400 teams!  Even then we were only 300 points behind the first place team.  &lt;strong&gt;GREAT JOB TEAM!&lt;/strong&gt;  Next year is our year...I just know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-8864963076677832369?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/8864963076677832369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=8864963076677832369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8864963076677832369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8864963076677832369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/minnies-moonlit-madness.html' title='Minnie&apos;s Moonlit Madness!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-3886000136342979807</id><published>2009-05-09T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:51:21.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jackie</title><content type='html'>I'm sure every single one of my friends has heard me mention Jackie.  She and I went to Dental Assisting school together and now she's entering her third year in dental school at USC.  Dr. Valdez coined the name "Dr. Jackie" when he met her at a dental convention at the time she had just been accepted to every dental school she had applied to.  She's amazing.  I feel like a proud mom every time I mention her.  She was married last May-I had blogged about her wedding in Tahoe.  It was beautiful!  Now she's expecting her first baby WHILE going to dental school-WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jackie had a terrible day the other day.  While she was telling me her story I felt overwhelmed for her!  I just have to share it because I'm surprised she's still pregnant (she's due the end of this month).  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. J goes to school, has a Spanish speaking patient who is claiming her upper right canine is in so much pain that her eyeballs hurt.  Jackie already knows she's likely going to be REALLY dramatic and is starting to worry it's going to be a difficult procedure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reviews the patient's health history.  The patient denies having any dental axiety, heart problems, or asthma.   She takes her vitals-everything is low and where it should be.  The procedure starts and out comes the needle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient looses control and starts pretending to have a seizure.  She's grabbing at her throat like she can't breathe and and going crazy.  Then grabs an inhailer from her purse (&lt;em&gt;HEY!  I thought she denied having asthma&lt;/em&gt;)!  Dr. J forgets her Spanish at that moment and grabs someone that speaks it to talk to this woman.  They have to call for the emergency team on the campus.  Some of the top dentists and surgeons respond.  Luckily Dr. J did everything she was supposed to and can answer their questions.  They conclude the woman had a panic attack and clear Dr. J to finish/start the procedure.  The receptionist tells Jackie, "Wow.  I've only seen something like this five times in my twenty years here!  That's probably why that lady was turned away from three other offices before coming here."  &lt;em&gt;Thanks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has missed her train.  She needs to wait another hour for the next and really has to pee.  She reluctantly goes into the station's restroom and while waiting in line to wash her hands, there is a woman at the sink with a cat on her shoulder.  The cat is continously meowing and the woman is talking to herself.  Next the woman is taking handfulls of water and throwing them onto Dr. J and the other woman in the restroom.  They run out and Jackie lets the station manager know about the 5150 she had just encountered.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie decides to try another route home rather than waiting for an hour.  She gets off on the wrong bus stop and is now lost.  It's night time and she's somewhere near Azusa (she lives in Glendora).  She calls her husband and asks him to come and find her while she tries walking towards home.  Her husband tells her to stay put and he will call her when he's getting closer.  She forgets her phone is still on vibrate and he calls her eight times and is probably now panicing that his eight-month-pregnant wife isn't answering.  She picks up her phone and sees he's been trying to call.  She calls him back and he freaks out.  She cries.  He finds her and she goes to bed...still pregnant SOMEHOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad day was nothing compared to this.  I regret ever feeling sorry for myself!  Hang in there Jackie!  You can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-3886000136342979807?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/3886000136342979807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=3886000136342979807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3886000136342979807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3886000136342979807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-jackie.html' title='Dr. Jackie'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-6512012285540860845</id><published>2009-05-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:58:57.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did April go?&lt;/span&gt;  We were so busy all month, and it doesn't show any sign of slowing down for May.  Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to visit two of my bestest friends in Phoenix.  It was great to see Janae, Karley and their families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin's 6th birthday.  Wow.  Not my little boy anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to Reno with a car full of family to see my youngest SIL play at her senior softball games and getting to see the WHOLE Silagyi family.  (and the news that our next family vacation is in Cape Cod, June 2010!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin getting creative with food.  He'll tell you that a Cheeto between two BBQ baked Lays is delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out my last day of work is May 28th (YES!), and that the new hire that's replacing me is pregnant.  (My boss illegally asked her if she's planning on having more children during her interview a month ago....you can imagine her reaction when the girl started the job and announced her pregnancy one week later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron having 16 days off.  A record length vacation for him during his seven years at Disney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Riley had her baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming up in May&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday!  (not too thrilled about 26 for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie's Moonlit Madness with the Hartmans.  We WILL dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland with my kids at some point.  Can you believe we haven't been since mid-February?  That's a record for us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I can't remember at this moment...guess I should look at my calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-6512012285540860845?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/6512012285540860845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=6512012285540860845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/6512012285540860845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/6512012285540860845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-8293463411356856607</id><published>2009-03-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:40:36.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?!</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I reflect back on my day-especially if it's one of my days off from work and I've been able to spend a lot of time with my boys.  If I think of a certain moment from that day, I remember phrases I've said and it just makes me laugh.  Not that I'm funny-just that I'm responding to what my kids are doing.  Here are a some recent ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blake, please don't lick the dog." &lt;br /&gt;"Blake, we don't take our clothes off unless we're at our house."&lt;br /&gt;"Colin, please stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooting &lt;/span&gt;like an owl&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Primary."&lt;br /&gt;"Blake, please don't touch Dolly's ninnies."  (Dolly is a dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also recently learned that Blake is a "kisser".  A friend watched him the other day and her little girl that just turned two told her, "Mommy, he kissed my wips!"  Then the mother caught him trying to do it again.  Who taught him this?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-8293463411356856607?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/8293463411356856607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=8293463411356856607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8293463411356856607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8293463411356856607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-what.html' title='Say What?!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-9165997374034786184</id><published>2009-03-28T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:55:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What bad economy?</title><content type='html'>Ron and I have been feeling quite good about our finances since moving in with his parents.  Things have been running smoothly and we've been looking forward to buying a house the end of this year.  I must say the bad economy I've heard all about hadn't affected us....yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month we've been whistling a different tune.  Instead of feeling bad for those losing their jobs, we're jumping in the unemployment line with them!  Ron was called into a large conference room the other day at work.  He noticied his fellow managers amongst him.  The doors were all closed, and the head haunchos stood before him.  Many, many people were laid off.  But not Ron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was told of a promotion around this time of year and a hefty raise not long ago.  Once we were frustrated of the false promise, and now we're greatful he's even getting paid!  Restaurants in the resort are closing their doors, and people shifted from department to department.  Ron gets to stay where he's at, and still gets a raise, just not a large one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my job is no longer an option.  I was told I have to go full-time in June, or not work at all.  As much as I love making money, I'm not willing to take on more work and spend less time with my boys.  I'm sad at the prospect of not doing a job I enjoy and worked so hard to get, but looking forward to more focused family time.  It's bittersweet.  We're very lucky to be where we are at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating more school or another part-time job just to get us into a home.   For those of you in similar situations, we're right beside you!  I know we will be blessed with new opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-9165997374034786184?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/9165997374034786184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=9165997374034786184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/9165997374034786184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/9165997374034786184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-bad-economy.html' title='What bad economy?'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2189006983325828225</id><published>2009-03-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:34:51.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Outs</title><content type='html'>I spent so much time talking about Colin, I thought I should probably say how proud of Blake we are as well!  Mr. Blake has been doing so well at potty training lately!  I'll spare people the details and just say he's making it easier than I had anticipated.  Here's Blake with one of his rewards for using the toilet-a Reese's PB Cup egg.  Keep up the good work, Blake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5nDkENDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8NnEFSbSNg/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5nDkENDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8NnEFSbSNg/s200/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381272175621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to publicly thank Mary Bartlett and Amy Rambow for all of their hard work on Amy Riley's baby shower.  I thought it turned out amazing!  I was less than helpful since I wasn't feeling well, but they took the reins and did a great job.  Thanks, girls!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5ntblS_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/0VSwu0uErok/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5ntblS_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/0VSwu0uErok/s200/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381283414330354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5nzkAruI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zdE6iYnUqIU/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5nzkAruI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zdE6iYnUqIU/s200/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381285060292322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2189006983325828225?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2189006983325828225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2189006983325828225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2189006983325828225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2189006983325828225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/03/shout-outs.html' title='Shout Outs'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB5nDkENDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8NnEFSbSNg/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-8678143946678078553</id><published>2009-03-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:25:09.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Moments</title><content type='html'>While I was spending a lot of time looking into a toilet bowl for the last four days, Colin has had a couple of really great days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was his parent-teacher conference.  His teacher, Miss Amy, had nothing but nice things to say about him.  He even had a Kindergarten report card!  He's making so much progress and seems to really enjoy learning.  (I guess he struggles with "graphs".  Yes, graphs.  They are actually taking data and graphing it in Kindergarten!  Geometry 101)  He even likes helping the other kids and is a nurturer (which is unusual for an Autistic child).  Nothing makes a mom happier or more proud than to hear nice things about her son!  Good job, Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was his first T-ball game.  Last year the team was all over the field and quite clumsy.  It's amazing the difference a year can make.  He has great coaches that are very supportive and positive towards all of the boys.  Colin's attention span isn't the greatest, but he's really improved on focusing in on what's happening on the field.  Although it is T-ball, they are pitching to the kids, and Colin got a nice hit into right field.  His coach was so proud of his game tonight, he gave him the game ball.  WOO HOO!  GO #11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2K_ehA2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/gIiQkF91cy0/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2K_ehA2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/gIiQkF91cy0/s200/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377491507381090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2LgTkCZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/46VmjqRZwWQ/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2LgTkCZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/46VmjqRZwWQ/s200/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377500319811986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin informed me before the game that 30 of his Care Bear friends would be coming to the game.  Colin seems to attribute his great game to the Care Bears.   After the game, our family, and probably all of the Care Bears, went to Johnny Rocket's to celebrate.  The waitress made a funny face out of ketchup into a bowl for the kids.  Colin really enjoyed smiling back and talking to his-it was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2L-PF7FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5U29oVW2qdE/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2L-PF7FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5U29oVW2qdE/s200/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377508354124882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-8678143946678078553?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/8678143946678078553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=8678143946678078553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8678143946678078553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8678143946678078553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/03/proud-moments.html' title='Proud Moments'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/ScB2K_ehA2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/gIiQkF91cy0/s72-c/DSC00358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-755499833161847834</id><published>2009-02-23T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:50:08.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy anyone?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping so well lately.  I blame the mattress.  Most of my growing up years I had a water bed, and I think that spoiled me.  I just really enjoy a nice, soft bed.  Finally, today I decided to splurge and buy a memory foam mattress pad.  I did my research, read reviews, and price checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready to leave, Blake walked out dressed like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SaN5JXGTxCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yJO2s-_8H6k/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SaN5JXGTxCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yJO2s-_8H6k/s200/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306217987698836514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adorable!  He had on Colin's cleats and hat for t-ball, and dad's jacket.  He had done it all himself as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redressed him and we were off.  I found the mattress pad for $70 at Target.  Not TOO bad of a splurge, and worth the rest I was hoping to get.  We get home and I open the package to let the memory foam expand for a few hours on top of my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had been fighting all evening, but they were finally getting along and quietly watching a movie in our room.  I had decided to clean up the bathroom and reorganize the drawers, etc.  Not too long into organizing, Blake walks by with a screw driver.  My MIL sees him and follows him to our room.  Next I hear, "Karissa!  Oh my gosh!  Don't come in here!  OH MY GOSH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run in to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SaN5JlZf2KI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mTpkVslJJzw/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SaN5JlZf2KI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mTpkVslJJzw/s200/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306217991537416354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new purchase had been cut into A LOT of little pieces.  I couldn't speak.  Colin played the blame game, but I knew he had done it.  He loves a good pair of scissors.  He even tried blaming the dog once blaming Blake didn't work.  I have never had him lie to my face-but tonight he did.  He finally fessed up and both went to bed knowing Mom was pretty angry.  Colin got pretty upset when I told him I was going to go cut his favorite blanket into pieces! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assessing the damage and realizing there was NO way I was going to be able to piece this thing back together, I've found some light at the end of this tunnel.  I've always wanted one of those REALLY expensive Love Saks.  Now I can make one!  I'll just cut up the rest of this thing and use it to stuff my new chair.  It might be smaller than I'd like, but I just need something to put this thing to use.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem-how do I make one?!  If anyone is willing to make one for me, or work with me to show me how, I'd greatly appreciate it!  I'm not even sure which fabric would be best.  I'll buy everything and get an evening or morning away from the family for a private lesson if need be-I just need help in making my lemons into lemonade.  Ü &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for lending your shoulders to cry on. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-755499833161847834?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/755499833161847834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=755499833161847834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/755499833161847834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/755499833161847834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/02/sympathy-anyone.html' title='Sympathy anyone?'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SaN5JXGTxCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yJO2s-_8H6k/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-4029885222586071693</id><published>2009-02-15T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:00:57.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pirate's Suite...and more!</title><content type='html'>This week was a great one!  Ron had managed to book the Pirates of the Caribbean Suite at the Disneyland Hotel for us and was even nice enough to allow my Grandma to join us.  (In case you, like my Grandmother, are wondering how many of these rooms there are....the answer is ONE.)  Now don't think we somehow got rich-because we didn't.  Ron got the room for $119.  This room can go for $2000 a night during the summer!! The door bell sang, "Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life For Me!"  There were so many cool things about this room!  The flat screens were all framed with picture frames, and our remote was touch screen to name a couple.  I'll just post a some of my favorite pictures (I took A LOT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoQyaq0TI/AAAAAAAAALU/_DNK6c6XNrU/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoQyaq0TI/AAAAAAAAALU/_DNK6c6XNrU/s200/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243936337940786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoRc9tzTI/AAAAAAAAALk/Sp2GvLR-IlI/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoRc9tzTI/AAAAAAAAALk/Sp2GvLR-IlI/s200/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243947759226162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoRznwifI/AAAAAAAAALs/7OSlNJz7nEI/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoRznwifI/AAAAAAAAALs/7OSlNJz7nEI/s200/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243953841146354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoROFdORI/AAAAAAAAALc/u9y9Xc_N8kY/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoROFdORI/AAAAAAAAALc/u9y9Xc_N8kY/s200/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243943765162258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoSK93KmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xKDyq06ZNYk/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoSK93KmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xKDyq06ZNYk/s200/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243960107870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpytRDyZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VAyJlMLHazg/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpytRDyZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VAyJlMLHazg/s200/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303245618582636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpztwtwzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lys_g0ioRnw/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpztwtwzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lys_g0ioRnw/s200/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303245635895280434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzI8hfEI/AAAAAAAAAME/lcoLTw1f8Co/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzI8hfEI/AAAAAAAAAME/lcoLTw1f8Co/s200/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303245626012695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzSM6ZHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hvU404fLg7M/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzSM6ZHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hvU404fLg7M/s200/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303245628497355890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzxMx8YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-2nrDGt8QO8/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjpzxMx8YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-2nrDGt8QO8/s200/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303245636818301314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDY2iy6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qF6zVnCgHXQ/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDY2iy6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qF6zVnCgHXQ/s200/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247004672117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrEI5p-FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s_AwJjinI8M/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrEI5p-FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s_AwJjinI8M/s200/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247017570072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrEXiJpYI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZoVKyo0N34g/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrEXiJpYI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZoVKyo0N34g/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247021498017154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDL2ochI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tsdoNkYuRZk/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDL2ochI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tsdoNkYuRZk/s200/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247001182827026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDrJXcvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4qzVOrhJs80/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjrDrJXcvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4qzVOrhJs80/s200/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247009582904050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJFvc7bI/AAAAAAAAANM/BM0K8Y3R908/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJFvc7bI/AAAAAAAAANM/BM0K8Y3R908/s200/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248202132942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJfNKwkI/AAAAAAAAANU/fAud2vtI0Ns/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJfNKwkI/AAAAAAAAANU/fAud2vtI0Ns/s200/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248208968467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJ5qj3sI/AAAAAAAAANc/eIowTW_jrGk/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjsJ5qj3sI/AAAAAAAAANc/eIowTW_jrGk/s200/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248216071069378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were getting ready to leave our room, when a guy at the elevator says, "Did you guys stay in the Pirate's Suite?!  Can I see it?!"  That led to him telling us he had once stayed in the Mickey Mouse Penthouse.  He offered to show us where it was so we could take a picture by the door.  It just so happened that the people that were staying there were outside taking pictures as well!  So then they invited all of us in to see that room as well!  We traded rooms for a while to take even more pictures.  I had always wondered what it looked like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjutG219dI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ga5s-syvT2M/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjutG219dI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ga5s-syvT2M/s200/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251019930924498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjuuG6QfAI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZK6VknTUYMo/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjuuG6QfAI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZK6VknTUYMo/s200/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251037125114882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjuvZ3x5nI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HZPy0ncBI5Q/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjvzbvtKfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GHRax61zf6Y/s200/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303252228128975346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjvzptbuuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FQvwYpW2uaE/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjvzptbuuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FQvwYpW2uaE/s200/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303252231877540578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjv0DNLNpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JPt_jQjEU5M/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjv0DNLNpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JPt_jQjEU5M/s200/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303252238721562258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed taking a peek into these fun places.  I tried labeling the photos, but it wasn't working out very well-plus they are pretty self explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-4029885222586071693?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/4029885222586071693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=4029885222586071693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4029885222586071693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4029885222586071693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/02/pirates-suiteand-more.html' title='The Pirate&apos;s Suite...and more!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZjoQyaq0TI/AAAAAAAAALU/_DNK6c6XNrU/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2477601729322405065</id><published>2009-02-09T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:45:58.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was a full day of partying!  We had Colin's friend, Cody, turn four and have a fireman themed party, and then our friend Kaiya turned five and we got to spend some time with her family and let the kids play together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's party was very educational!  His Grandmother did a fabulous job with every detail.  She made each child their own fireman's jacket complete with badge, reflective stripes, and blinking red lights!  Then they also had the hat, goggles, and mask.  The boys all dressed up and went to the local fire station where they learned all about the trucks, how to stop, drop, and roll, and got to see where the firemen eat, sleep, and work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fireman's chili, hot dogs, a drink that was red that the kids got to use licorice for straws.  The kids played different games, but their favorite was the obsticle course set up in the garage.  They had to start in the fire engine, work their way through tunnels, throw water bombs at a burning house, save a puppy by climbing a ladder, and then bringing it back to the fire truck.  The boys just went crazy over this game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were exhausted by Kaiya's party, but still really enjoyed our time!  Colin practiced his letters on her chalk board and Blake got undressed and messed with the Livingstons electronics-as usual.  We ate pizza and had delicious Jello cake!  Taking pictures hadn't even crossed my mind, and I'm sorry it hadn't.  :(  Here are some for the earlier party: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD17Q8v2zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZzoakF5DrD8/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD17Q8v2zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZzoakF5DrD8/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007159925922610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about the tools on the truck.  Blake tried touching the saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD17HjAkiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CkTqB0_fLPg/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD17HjAkiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CkTqB0_fLPg/s200/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007157402047010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!  DROP!  and ROLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD165VgPBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_y0d5EOBQ-Y/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD165VgPBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_y0d5EOBQ-Y/s200/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007153587305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group in front of the trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD1672fqyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/twimxeNAhD0/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD1672fqyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/twimxeNAhD0/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007154262551330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the obsticle course-Colin and the birthday boy, Cody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2477601729322405065?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2477601729322405065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2477601729322405065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2477601729322405065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2477601729322405065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-parties.html' title='Birthday Parties'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SZD17Q8v2zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZzoakF5DrD8/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-5614578618503249702</id><published>2009-02-08T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:02:44.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Blues</title><content type='html'>Another Disclosure: This will be a long post of nothing but venting.  If you need something to cheer you up, don't read this post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those Sundays that you were just sure you child or children were out to get you?  I have.  Often.  I know the following story in no way applies to ONLY me, so I ask for your sympathy as I vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off normally.  My boys protesting, "No church!" or "I don't wanna wear a tie!" all morning long.  I got them dressed and turned on a movie so I could get ready.  I step into my room to get dressed where I find Blake naked.  Again.  I dress him, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm ready I have to push Colin out of the door where he walks as slowly as humanly possible to the car.  Before we enter the church building, I turn the car off and have my weekly talk with them about their expected behavior during sacrament.  We find a spot to sit, then Blake immediately starts to DEMAND a snack (I normally don't let him have it until after the sacrament has been passed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just went downhill from there.  There was fighting, crying, head-butting (Colin accidentally did that one-but it made my eyes water and head spin!  That kid has a noggin!), you name it-it happened.  Both of them started crying quite loudly while I was taking the bread, I grabbed each one by an arm and marched them out to the foyer where they had to sit separately.  Not a peep was uttered for the first five minutes.  I think they could sense my anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mom came out to check on me and see if I needed help.  I thanked her and told her I'd be fine.  Then it happened.  I cried.  I felt so silly not being able to handle my own two children!  I'm the adult here!  So why were they in control?  (I have a friend out there who often shares her stories of embarrassment when her little angel cries during sacrament.  I tell her that no one notices, and they probably don't.  But today-EVERYONE heard my kids!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sacrament, I had many comments from many different people.  I'm pretty sure I cried each time someone brought it up.  A few people offered to help me every Sunday, others said things like, "It looks like you're having quite a day!" or "Are your boys behaving yet?".  My pride just took over.  I was greatful and appreciative of the offered help, but ashamed at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Bishop invited us over for dinner.  I would really love to go.  They are a great family that I would enjoy getting to know better.  But I doubt Ron will be home from work by dinner, and I doubt my children will behave.  Dinner is a tough time for us.  Colin rarely eats at other peoples' homes which can be embarrassing and frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest realization is that my kids are going to do this if I'm alone in church or not!  It doesn't make things very much easier even if Ron could come to church every Sunday.  I'm going to have to think of something that will help them behave better during sacrament mettings.  Colin is tricky to discipline.  He doesn't always understand cause and effect.  But at this point I'm willing to try anything.  If anyone has something that has worked for them, PLEASE let me know.  I'm open to any and all suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will all pass eventually.  But I'd also like to be able to enjoy Sundays for now.  Looking forward to church would be a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-5614578618503249702?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/5614578618503249702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=5614578618503249702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5614578618503249702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5614578618503249702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-blues.html' title='The Sunday Blues'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-5481789413125684514</id><published>2009-02-02T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:20:04.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Break</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is could be considered a bit TMI, so if you don't want to hear about toilet stuff-don't read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited Heather.  We had a nice time chatting while our kids played and bossed each other around.  Towards the end of our visit we discussed our childrens' inconvieniant #2 breaks.  It always seems to be somewhere public, or for me, when you're helping someone move and your younger cousin "breaks in" the new homeowners toilet.  Today I had another instance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after visiting Heather, I went on one of my "three-times-a-year" visits to Wal-Mart.  I hate going there, but I had to today.  Just after seeing a former co-worker with her two-year-old daughter and some-odd-month-old twin boys, I finished paying for my one item in electronics.  Right then, Colin states, "Mom.  I have to poop."  Of course he does.  I take him to the restrooms where he decides he wants to try going to the men's room alone.  I agree feeling proud of his independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three drinks of water from the fountain (Blake), two yells into the restroom, and twenty five minutes later, I can't take it anymore.  What is taking SO long?!  I see my friend down the isle so I call to her desperate for help.  I ask her to stand watch by the door so I can go in.  An employee hears my planning and sends in a stranger to "help"!  What stranger is going to wipe my nearly six-year-olds bum?!  And, on top of that, Colin isn't going to accept help from any stranger!  He goes in, comes out twenty seconds later and says, "I think I scared him."  NO DUH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barge in and find the stall Colin is in.  Nothing was really wrong, he was just taking his time.  I helped him finish up buttoning and zipping everything, then we wash our hands together.  Then I watched my friends twins as she took her daughter to the restroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father sure knows when to send us friends, doesn't he?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Always take Colin into the restroom accompanied by an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-5481789413125684514?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/5481789413125684514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=5481789413125684514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5481789413125684514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5481789413125684514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/02/bathroom-break.html' title='Bathroom Break'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2932283273490970696</id><published>2009-01-21T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:42:53.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Heart Breaker♥</title><content type='html'>Like I said yesterday, Colin is a bit behind in some areas. His emotions aren't always appropriate for certain situations. I've never tried explaining death to him because there's never been a reason to. Plus I'm not sure how to explain it to him so that he'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the boys were winding down and watching, "The Land Before Time". Towards the end of the movie, Colin gets a really sad look on his face and quietly starts to cry. Ron goes to his side to find out why he was so distraught. Colin said, "Chomper is gone!". The little dinosaur had not died-just moved back with his parents, but Colin understood the role and friendship of this little character, and that the other characters were sad to see him go. I was so surprised! This is huge for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While putting him to bed, Ron said Colin went into our bedroom and said, "Come on, Chomper. You can sleep in Colin's bed." Now we've added a third friend to our troop. Ü  My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SXfqZllbMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77qE9UcmM-c/s1600-h/Chomper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293957612304019922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SXfqZllbMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77qE9UcmM-c/s200/Chomper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2932283273490970696?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2932283273490970696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2932283273490970696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2932283273490970696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2932283273490970696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-breaker.html' title='♥Heart Breaker♥'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SXfqZllbMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77qE9UcmM-c/s72-c/Chomper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-4923694776740609825</id><published>2009-01-20T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:53:57.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WAIT MOM!"&lt;/span&gt;  This is the phrase I'm constantly hearing from my five-year-old recently.  He's a very sloooow mover, and apparently his new friends are as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've come to realize that Colin is about two years behind in his not-really-milestone-milestones.  His random comments have just started (the latest bedtime one, "Kids love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; parties"), the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt; phase has yet to end, and now we've gained imaginary friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in a rush to get out of the house.  I had things to do and places to go.  I had just locked the front door when Colin said his new phrase for the first time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WAIT MOM!"&lt;/span&gt;.  I frantically unlocked the door hoping it was an unprompted potty break.  The door opened and Colin stood still for a moment.  Then he replied, "Come on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;R2D2&lt;/span&gt;.  Come on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C3PO&lt;/span&gt;.  Let's go."  He looked back as he walked away as if to check on their progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next of severa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l times was when we were leaving the parking lot of Las Brisas.  I put the car into reverse, and again hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"WAIT MOM!"&lt;/span&gt;.  I slammed on my brakes.  Colin opened his door and encouraged his friends to get into the car.  This time he added machinery-type sound effects as if the robots were being loaded into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new friends have enjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meals with us, shopped at Costco, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ath time, and playing with the dogs.  So far I think I'm the only one that has been made aware of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;their presence, and I'm happy to share this friendship with my little guy.  (How could you not like friends that share, don't complain, don't yell, and always eat their food?!)  Welcome to the family, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collinemery.com/graphics/SW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 193px;" src="http://collinemery.com/graphics/SW4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-4923694776740609825?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/4923694776740609825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=4923694776740609825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4923694776740609825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4923694776740609825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-anyone.html' title='Friends Anyone?'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-5494175742682596231</id><published>2009-01-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:00:59.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Drew A Blank...</title><content type='html'>Our new Ward here in Chino is really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;.  Hardly any kids in Primary or Nursery, and lots of retired people.  They've all been so great, but our family has strange names, so people seem to be having a hard time remembering them let alone pronouncing them.  Colin is now an icky body part (guess I should have spelled it with two L's), and I'm still Carissa or Teresa, and our last name is all kinds of different guesses.  Ron and Blake really haven't had a problem...until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nursery is small so they have a few ladies that rotate out.  The first couple of Sundays it was the same two ladies.  Then I met another lady after a few weeks who's the Nursery leader.  After Primary (I've already been called to be Second Counselor), I went to get Blake and the new lady greeted me saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blank&lt;/span&gt; did a great job today!"  I thought I probably had just heard her incorrectly, so I ignored it.  Then I got his papers that he colored on and they all said, "BLANK".  I couldn't stop laughing and I told the Leader, "His name is actually spelled with an E and no N, so it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blake&lt;/span&gt;."  She looked confused but said, "Oh-okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a celebrity-I could not name my child a stupid name like Blank!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SV0SgWSWJxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HAe8KkUbadk/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SV0SgWSWJxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HAe8KkUbadk/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286401884550473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-5494175742682596231?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/5494175742682596231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=5494175742682596231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5494175742682596231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5494175742682596231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-drew-blank.html' title='I Drew A Blank...'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SV0SgWSWJxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HAe8KkUbadk/s72-c/IMG_1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2199665396787374187</id><published>2008-12-29T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:38:55.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has enjoyed their holiday season.  We have enjoyed some nice, quality time together.  Ron had Christmas Eve and Christmas day off this year!  A first in almost seven years with Disney.  Whew!  I'm off from Christmas Eve until January 6th and I've been enjoying every moment of my free time with the boys (despite the colds running throughout the family). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother always spends Christmas with us.  Whether she's in Washington or California, she's always at our house on Christmas.  I've never had a Christmas without her and would never want to spend a Christmas without her.  Due to the ginormous amount of snow Washington got just before Christmas, she was unable to spend this Christmas with us.  I was sad, but felt worse that she had to be all alone on Christmas.  However, she will be making up the lost time and come to visit sometime in February hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was also a tough one.  My close friend and co-worker's husband has been battling kidney cancer, recently had surgery, only to find he was also battling heart problems.  He had surgery to place two stents in his heart on Christmas Eve.  My sister-in-law Kelley has been dating a guy named Mike for the last couple of years and has gotten very close this his family.  Mike has a sister who's boyfriend was the recent victim from the "Santa killer" on Christmas Eve.  The boyfriends parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and nephew (9 in total) were brutally murdered on Christmas Eve.  Instances like these all make me so grateful for the small amount of family I do have, and especially for Ron's family that graciously make me feel right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that 2009 is a great year for everyone.  Enjoy the new year and be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2199665396787374187?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2199665396787374187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2199665396787374187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2199665396787374187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2199665396787374187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-5402700920624472742</id><published>2008-12-21T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:30:29.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that I'm bragging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="448" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=976Z9dZb9GW01caB95Y8"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="videoCode=976Z9dZb9GW01caB95Y8"&gt;&lt;param name="BGCOLOR" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=976Z9dZb9GW01caB95Y8" quality="high" width="448" height="355" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="videoCode=976Z9dZb9GW01caB95Y8" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-5402700920624472742?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/5402700920624472742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=5402700920624472742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5402700920624472742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/5402700920624472742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-that-im-bragging.html' title='Not that I&apos;m bragging....'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-7793798172300982524</id><published>2008-12-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:57:11.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every now and then Ron and I laugh at how some kids have random thoughts they share with you regardless of their relevancy.  Sometimes Ron will say out of the blue, "My neighbor has a dog named Mud!" and it always makes me laugh because I know exactly what he's talking about.  Blake doesn't quite talk clearly enough to have these moments, and Colin hasn't been talking for very long so he hasn't had many either.  But TONIGHT was his night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting the boys to bed (Blake for the second time) in their bunk beds, and Colin was quietly snuggling with his bears.  Blake was not-so-quietly complaining about bed time.  After I sternly told him to stay in bed I walked away to close the door when I heard Colin say, "Mom....".  I reopened the door and replied, "Yes, Colin?"  He paused for a long while and then said, "Elephants love peanuts."  I couldn't help but laugh.  He's made it to that stage in his life and I (we) SO appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-7793798172300982524?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/7793798172300982524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=7793798172300982524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7793798172300982524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7793798172300982524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids.html' title='Kids....'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-3691353099091790832</id><published>2008-11-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:34:40.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SISTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My sister and her boyfriend, Bo, decided to take a long vacation a few months ago.  Bo worked on a tug boat in Alaska and was rarely home while Katie worked in the hospital's lab.  They decided it wasn't any fun to have money if you were never home to spend it-so they took a brake and drove down the West coast.  On the ferry boat ride down t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o Washington state, my sister slipped in some water that the boat's washer was leaking and has had more and more problems with her neck since then.  She's been to countl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ess doctor visits (and was uninsured since she was between jobs), has had plenty of x-rays, MRIs, CT Scans, and m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;any days of physical therapy.  Now she needs surgery on her neck due to a slipped disc and a few other problems.  She had the opportunity to be operated on in Seattle, and then f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lown to Alaska where my mom and other family members will be able to take care of her during her long recovery.  So she and Bo packed up their things after only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a few months.  It was nice to have a family member living near by, and the boys loved seeing them often.  Kate-you're in my prayers, I love you, and will miss you. (of course that includes Bo as well!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM70D3g1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R_MHzr_0_Uk/s1600-h/ktandbo.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM70D3g1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R_MHzr_0_Uk/s320/ktandbo.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814591703221074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are nearly settled and doing we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ll at Ron's parents'.  I was so excited to live in a house, but I've found it to be more difficult since the boys have so many othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r places to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; go!  At the same time, it's nice to be able to spend time in the back yard, or bake things with Colin in a larger kitchen.  We have two dogs and two cats as well.  Dolly is the new Golden Retriever puppy, and Bella is a tiny doodley-mixer thing all white and fluffy.  I've really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enjoyed having animals again (the boys do too), yet Ron doesn't appreciate Phoebe the cat stealing his spot each night in our bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8bKaP_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o4bGsr9ERsM/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8bKaP_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o4bGsr9ERsM/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814602199646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A co-worker pointed out that it's probably much e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asier f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or me now since I don't have majority of the responsibilities with my own home-and it really is!  So far everyone has worked together really well which cuts the work in half.  Plus we have a washer and dryer and a dishwasher, so that frees up so much time!!  I've already had the time to read two books from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;series and am in loooove!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also finally got to go to Disneyland yesterday.  Everything looks so beautiful for the holidays, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's A Small World&lt;/span&gt; has finally reopened (no changes on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-just new boats) and looked beautiful with all of the lights on again.  The place was packed so we did more sight-seeing than riding rides.  I was so excited for the parade I saved a bench an hour and a half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahead of the start time only to have both kids fall asleep just before it started!  Oh well...I enjoyed it!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8FyzrCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ke6re8QVmhM/s1600-h/Bubbaandmom.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8FyzrCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ke6re8QVmhM/s320/Bubbaandmom.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814596463504418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8J2TAwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2ldlJQVg47o/s1600-h/cookiemonsters.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM8J2TAwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2ldlJQVg47o/s320/cookiemonsters.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814597551883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well and we wish you all a safe and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-3691353099091790832?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/3691353099091790832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=3691353099091790832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3691353099091790832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3691353099091790832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SSzM70D3g1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/R_MHzr_0_Uk/s72-c/ktandbo.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-8381484612866451540</id><published>2008-10-31T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:45:08.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Back!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been very faithful with posting.  It all started when my hubsters took the card reader back to his parents and left the photo card in the reader.  So now I have nothing to take pictures with, and personally I like blogs with pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also-we're moving for those of you who haven't heard.  We are just moving down Central Ave. a few miles.  We will be residing in Chino with Ron's parents just for about a year so we can really scrimp and save for a house.  With the market the way it is, we might even get a nice house in a year!  How exciting!  Colin and Blake are really looking forward to living with Nana and Papa and the animals-and so are we!  I couldn't be blessed with nicer in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;, and I will be blogging again once we're moved and settled after November 8th-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-8381484612866451540?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/8381484612866451540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=8381484612866451540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8381484612866451540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/8381484612866451540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Back!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-7061486577080641737</id><published>2008-08-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:00:42.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin started Kindergarten this week.  It wasn't exactly hard for me because I went through the emotions when he started his preschool at three-and-a-half.  Colin was so excited-especially since there are quite a few kids from his preschool that have transferred over with him.  We needed to be at the school at 9:30 AM on Monday to have orientation, but Colin was ready with his backpack on at eight-it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the orientation was when I had several little girls' mothers come over and ask, "Are you Colin's mom?  My daughter talks about Colin all of the time!"  Another mom told me that she can already tell Colin is going to be one of the popular kids.  Not that this matters to me, but I was happy to hear he's nice to his classmates and has a good amount of friends.  He took the tour of the campus holding one little girl's hand, and she even kissed him a few times!  He didn't react how I expected.  He just smiled and wiped his cheek.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His best friend from Mulberry was Franco.  He talked about Franco all summer, and even named his Build-A-Bear after Franco.  We were disappointed on Monday to find out that his friend is in the PM class, and Colin is in the AM class.  I talked to Franco's mom for a bit, and at the end of the orientation, she told me she had switched him to the AM class so that he and Colin could be together again.  I thought that was very sweet of her!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day after school, Colin comes home and proudly states, "Mom!  Dad!  I had fun at school today!"  Then when I ask him what he learned, he tells me, "I saw Franco!"  That's it.   I can tell it's going to be a great year, and I'm excited to see Colin's progress!  Good luck, Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SLdllyR1apI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-qI5uCVNVUY/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SLdllyR1apI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-qI5uCVNVUY/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239768391295003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tooth Is....GONE!  Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite nervous for the next tooth to come out after the meltdown from the first lost tooth.  However, Colin had quite a different reaction with the second tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just gotten home from a fun day.  We had spent time with friends, gotten ice cream, and had gone to the park.  It was bed time by the time we had gotten home.  Colin walked over to me with his hands behind his back and said, "Mom...I'm hungry."  (After a full evening of eating.)  I asked what he would like to eat and he pulled out the box of Pop Tarts that were hiding behind his back.  Knowing how he usually reacts to bribes (he doesn't fall for them), I replied, "SURE!  If you take out that wiggly tooth you can have a Pop Tart."  In the blink of an eye he pulled the tooth right out, handed it to me with a simple, "HERE", and pulled out a package of Pop Tarts.  Well that was easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SLdlmb7SGaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iFwvRjUzRgI/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SLdlmb7SGaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iFwvRjUzRgI/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239768402474703266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-7061486577080641737?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/7061486577080641737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=7061486577080641737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7061486577080641737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7061486577080641737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School!!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SLdllyR1apI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-qI5uCVNVUY/s72-c/IMG_0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-1054300459875987936</id><published>2008-08-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:50:29.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIRTHDAY PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake turned two this week, so we had a low-key family party on his big day (the 12th), and then we had the big party today.  We had Blake's friends party with us at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Build-A-Bear&lt;/span&gt; in Downtown Disney, and then went to the picnic area just outside the main entrance of Disneyland for cake and ice cream.  I must say is was a low-maintenance, low-stress day!  We had a great time, and I think the other kids did, too.  Blake really enjoyed himself and seemed to understand the concept of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing what the other little kiddos picked out for their animal, and the names they picked out were fun, too!  Colin dressed his bear like an Angel's baseball player and named him "Franco" after a classmate, and Blake had "Beast", a bear that had a Buzz Lightyear outfit.  I will admit that I was proud of my cake.  I made two cakes separated into four round pans, and then it took me a good three hours (with breaks for eating) to build and decorate it.  I felt good when my youngest S.I.L didn't believe that I had made it!  Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Blake!  Please keep the "Terrible Twos" to a minimum, and we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFSr95WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/usyIkheZLIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFSr95WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/usyIkheZLIQ/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235328005105902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFokZbiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3YPzajMm2SQ/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFokZbiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3YPzajMm2SQ/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235328010979733026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFwq1dDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H6XP9q93kyg/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFwq1dDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H6XP9q93kyg/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235328013154219058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My Tooth is...is GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin has had this dang wiggly tooth for the longest time, and he wouldn't let me get my hands on it!  Finally, I was so worried that he would swallow it, I pretended to floss it and pulled it out.  He didn't notice until I excitedly showed it to him, then...he freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced a good twenty minutes of crying.  He just didn't understand the concept of losing a tooth and growing a new one.  I tried the Tooth Fairy route, and that just scared him.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO FAIRY!  My tooth is gooooone!  Oh nooooo!&lt;/span&gt;"  Eventually he calmed down, looked in the mirror, and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THANKS MOM!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tooth next to it is equally as wiggly, so here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefGEkqowI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6FUJP_l2QxA/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefGEkqowI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6FUJP_l2QxA/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235328018497053442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-1054300459875987936?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/1054300459875987936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=1054300459875987936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1054300459875987936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1054300459875987936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SKefFSr95WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/usyIkheZLIQ/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2175726775752612184</id><published>2008-08-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:11:41.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Jarron Livingston's 3rd birthday party.  It was a swimming party, and we had the best time!  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best part...I didn't get burned!  Thanks Heath!&lt;/span&gt;) At the end of the party, Jarron handed out his party favors that each had a cute little card game like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Old Maid&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Go Fish&lt;/span&gt;!"  Colin just happened to get "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Go Fish&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Ron and I had decided to try and teach Colin how to play the game.  He did pretty well (except for yelling out what card he drew each time).  He was already familiar with his sea creatures, so we didn't have to teach him any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Colin's turn to ask me for a card, so he and Ron made a mutual decision of what to ask me for.  Then...he said it...."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom...Do you have the crabs?&lt;/span&gt;"  Ron and hysterically and immaturely rolled on the floor and laughed.  And with delight, I answered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES I DO!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reef.crc.org.au/research/fishing_fisheries/statusfisheries/images/Roger%20Swainston/MudCrabScylla_serrata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.reef.crc.org.au/research/fishing_fisheries/statusfisheries/images/Roger%20Swainston/MudCrabScylla_serrata.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GOLF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a coupon for a free bucket of balls at the Claremont Golf Course, so we utilized it and took the boys.  Blake, of course, was extremely loud and inappropriate at the course (as any two-year-old would be), and Colin impressed several with his amazing swing despite the too-long golf clubs.  We bought him a bucket of 100 balls...he hit them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Blake put the headband on himself.  I thought it was very fashion forward. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osPIVieI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CvgbfSZYx38/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osPIVieI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CvgbfSZYx38/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734926236125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA ADVENTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing that Blake is now getting to the age where he is afraid of a lot of things.  He used to be so curious, and now he's just scared.  I took my guys to CA Adventure on a whim one afternoon, and we had a great time.  They have seemed to enjoyed the same rides in the past, but during this visit, Blake held on to me for dear life on pretty much every one.  The carousel was no exception.  He even hid in the basket of the stroller during the Electric Light Parade!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5os5pxnaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kvg9K4igpls/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5os5pxnaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kvg9K4igpls/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734937650666914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osjTKzKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VJpJM9F2Upo/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osjTKzKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VJpJM9F2Upo/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734931650268322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osVNB9EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cLTT00TKexk/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osVNB9EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cLTT00TKexk/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734927866426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5otHdu78I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h8LphOyXycQ/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5otHdu78I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h8LphOyXycQ/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734941358256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2175726775752612184?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2175726775752612184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2175726775752612184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2175726775752612184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2175726775752612184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/08/crabs.html' title='Crabs'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SJ5osPIVieI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CvgbfSZYx38/s72-c/IMG_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-1402051829648140478</id><published>2008-07-26T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:25:28.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Dance Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...I went.  A two hour show of a lot of mainly white Mormon kids that looked really lost and couldn't dance.  Was it a good show...sure.  Was it super entertaining to make fun of them...YES!  And why shoes kept falling off of people's feet I will never understand.  But I did like the girl that got trampled when she was running out with the other 2,999 kids!  The dedication to Pres. Hinckley was really nice.  I liked that part.   The patriotic part was cool with the fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Ri and I went to Chili's after, and we ate.  I didn't eat much, but I broke one of my rules.  I drank a Dr. Pepper at 11 PM!!!  Now...I'm still awake.  I didn't eat dessert there, mainly because I've gained 30 lbs.  I've noticed the fatter I get, the more I love junk food!!  Why have dinner when you can just have a big bowl of ice cream?  Food doesn't even sound good anymore...just chocolate, or candy, or cupcakes.  Guess I should do something about this...I'll start tomorrow...or the next day.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...I have a patient who's the creator of a new ice cream!  It's gluten free, is sugar free, and is only 126 calories for the ENTIRE PINT!!!  I swear the guy is a member, so I started throwing out words like "nursery" or "primary" and he didn't take the bait!  Dang it!  Anyway, the ice cream is called "Arctic Zero" I believe, and I have yet to find it.  He told me it's in stores like Whole Foods, Sprouts, and Henry's.  Apparently none of them are near us.  If you see some...let me know.  He's supposedly going to put in a request to get some in stores in this area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get a lot of beetles outside of our place in the summer.  Some of these "beetles" might even be cockroaches, but I would loose my sanity if I knew they really WERE cockroaches, so I call them beetles.  I got home tonight, and there was a beetle in between my screen and my door.  He was just waiting to be let in.  So I threw a stick at him.  He barely moved.  I thew another one..same result.  So I threw another one.  Still nothing.  It was only about midnight, so I called Ron.  He's my husband, and he HAS to save me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this was annoying for whatever reason, and instead of saving me...he let it in the house and told me I was seeing things.  Then proceeded to tell me it was "just a fuzz ball".  Then it moved.  I love my husband, and he's very accurate at throwing a ball, but for some reason, nearly every time he goes to kill a bug, he misses.  This only makes the situation worse for me.  You'd think after five years of killing bugs for me, he'd have plenty of practice.  But he doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is that I'm sad he gets irritated when I freak out over bugs.  It is a legitimate fear for me.  I know they can't ALL hurt me (although I think that's a myth), but I don't want them in my house or crawling in my mouth when I sleep.  So husband...deal with my fear and protect me without making fun of me or degrading my fear!  I NEVER degrade your fear of...of...what are you afraid of?  Nothing probably.   If you were afraid of saliva, and I wasn't, I would be understanding of it and protect you from spit.  (I really do have a friend that is freaked out by saliva!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-1402051829648140478?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/1402051829648140478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=1402051829648140478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1402051829648140478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1402051829648140478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='Dance!'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-2825039344536778608</id><published>2008-07-19T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:46:48.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Anniversaries!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this last week, Ron and I celebrated our third year as husband and wife!  Yay!  Of course I have to mention that it has been three wonderful years.  I couldn't ask to be married to a better guy.  I was surprised with roses, and I made breakfast in bed.  Then we enjoyed a BBQ with visiting family, came home, and enjoyed a quiet movie night with Dr. Pepper and Tin Roof Sunday ice cream.  Now that's what I call the perfect night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's parents are also celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary, so Ron's sisters (and the two of us) threw them a party.  We put a lot of work into it and it turned out really nice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILQe06vLbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7j4_hEHk7gc/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILQe06vLbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7j4_hEHk7gc/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967745722854834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPC77lZvI/AAAAAAAAADs/BL5YptHLeDM/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPC77lZvI/AAAAAAAAADs/BL5YptHLeDM/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966167057491698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPDDxpz4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M7hCsqkS4mw/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPDDxpz4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M7hCsqkS4mw/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966169163321218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's oldest sister, Rian, came to visit from Oregon with her two daughters, boyfriend, and his three sons.  I must say they were the best behaved boys I have ever met!  Very helpful and so cute!  Colin quickly turned into best friends with the youngest, Dakota (4).  It was great to see my nieces, Jade and Alyssa, too!  Jade made me realize that three-year-olds don't necessarily act three.  ("It would be great if you could get me that banana."  "I'll be your best friend if you play basketball with me!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCuuu0wI/AAAAAAAAADk/m3YVdI6OvIc/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 141px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCuuu0wI/AAAAAAAAADk/m3YVdI6OvIc/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966163513922306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILQe5He24I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ueehMwHb2PE/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILQe5He24I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ueehMwHb2PE/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967746850052994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jade-the cutest busy body!         Colin and Dakota all partied out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a nice end, the six of us girls (Ron's mom, four sisters and I) ate at the Melting Pot.  It was so fun, and the look on the waiter's face when we said we were all sisters was priceless!  Thanks Tammy!  I had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ron's Twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned Ron's parents garage a week ago in order to get ready for the party.  As usual, going through old items takes people on a trip down memory lane.  We found a lot of older pictures of Ron and his four sisters.  Then...came the picture of all pictures....Ron's twin!  Ron apparently has a twin, and his name is Blake!!!  I still can't get over how much this picture looks just like our little guy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCuaH4II/AAAAAAAAADc/v91tFJIscNA/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCuaH4II/AAAAAAAAADc/v91tFJIscNA/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966163427483778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ron circa 1981 or Blake circa now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, it was nearing bed time, and Colin and Blake were quietly coloring.  They were being so good I almost felt bad putting them to bed.  I decided to join-in on the coloring, but I wanting to make it more exciting, so Colin got tattooed with my wonderful Kinder-art style!  We had a great time, but I soon learned the tats didn't come off too easily.  I'm sure his teacher loved to see Colin tatted up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCLaP1pI/AAAAAAAAADU/VvsXuyF8xkM/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILPCLaP1pI/AAAAAAAAADU/VvsXuyF8xkM/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966154032764562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a couple of Colin's eight tats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great week, a long week, a tiring week, but a memorable one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-2825039344536778608?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/2825039344536778608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=2825039344536778608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2825039344536778608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/2825039344536778608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SILQe06vLbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7j4_hEHk7gc/s72-c/IMG_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-3331958049393725178</id><published>2008-07-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:39:22.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Another One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crazy Driver version 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe I have another crazy driver story within the same week...but I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was working in an operatory with Dr. Valdez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at around 10:30 in the morning on Thursday.  All of a sudden, we hear tires screech and a loud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;!!  Thinking that a car ran into our office, I yelled, "SOMEONE HIT THE BUILDING!"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;professional with a patient in the chair...I know.   Of course the Dr. and I leave the patient in the chair to run out and see what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the lab in the back of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e office.  There's a large, tinted window.  Tinted enough to where no one can see in.  A Lexus SUV has just missed our office, but hit the fire hydrant in front of the office and water is starting to flood just below our back door.  We call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the fire department arrives, the water gets shut off, and the excess is being suctioned by a big truck.  But something is missing....OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!  The ambulance.  Unfortunately I had to work, so I missed whatever happened between this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I returned (I kept pretending I had things to get out of the lab, or another room so I could stop by the lab...), nothing much was happening.  Then I see the lady who hit the hydrant get out of her car.  She's pretty old and uses a walker.  Still-no paramedics.  Just a few policeman standing around and a tow-truck guy with a pony-tail, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lady starts to walk when all of a sudden, "TIIIIMMMMMBERRRR!!"  she falls straight backwards taking the walker with her.  She hits her head on the sidewalk and passes out!  All of us girls at work are screaming as it happens, but the policemen stand there and WATCH it happen and do NOTHING!  Nothing at all!  Now I'm panicking and yelling, "CALL 911!" as I run down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again...the fire department shows up, but no paramedics.  Eventually I see her start to move, so I know she's at least alive.  Then I had to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next time I got back to the lab, everyone was gone at the scene.  So I never found out WHY the lady ran into the fire hydrant in the first place, or if any paramedics showed up to get her.  But it made for an interesting morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Happiest Place On Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the last possible day for us to go, we (as an entire family) went to Disneyland.  We finally talked Colin into riding on the new Toy Story ride at CA Adventure in exchange for Daddy taking him on Star Tours afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather was great, the streets were crowded, but the rides weren't.  It was really a great evening.  It's a rare treat to get Ron in the parks with us, but we enjoyed every second of it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Plus every time he complained how heavy the stroller is, or how wiggly Blake is I got to say, "I do this ALL OF THE TIME by myself!  Aren't I amazing?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHgmxBAbBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/CX7ZydwYPQY/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHgmxBAbBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/CX7ZydwYPQY/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221966391461741586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATES &lt;/span&gt;haircuts.  I know "hate" is a strong word, but I use it because it's true!  We've yet to have a pleasant moment.  We started cutting his hair at home thinking he would be more comfortable.  Boy were we wrong!  It was even worse!  So we've started taking him back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cuts &lt;/span&gt;on Moreno in Montclair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earlier in the school year we learned about Social Stories.  It's a way of preparing your child for what is to come and basically telling them how they are going to act and what to expect.  We tried it this morning (because it worked for the Toy Story ride yesterday), and Colin did nothing but scream.  Then he was dramatic about trimming his nails, cleaning his ears, and brushing his teeth.  Not wanting to deal with that on another day, and needing both of us to be there, we went anyway ready to brave the sound of our child being tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake got to go first.  He was fine.  He knows he gets candy, and that kid will do ANYTHING for candy.  Colin was next.  He was apprehensive about sitting in any of the fun chairs like a motorcycle or jet.  Ron told him he could sit in a big boy chair.  He plopped him down and Colin whined, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! NO!....&lt;/span&gt;"  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here it comes&lt;/span&gt;" I thought...  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the blue chair!&lt;/span&gt;" Hmmm...okay.  That's unusual...normally he doesn't want ANY chair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haircut starts, and our child was silent.  It was the most beautiful sound we had never heard.  He even liked watching the haircut in the mirror.  We buzzed his head to avoid coming back anytime soon, but enjoyed the entire time.  He got his candy for being good (as well as a lot of praise), and talked about how great his hair looks for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHgmxWWESZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Beq6MjDOWP4/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHgmxWWESZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Beq6MjDOWP4/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221966397189671314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The buzz-cut brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Social stories work!  They aren't just for kids with Autism, either.  Some people get really descriptive with them or draw pictures.  We keep it simple and easy for Colin to understand.  Here's a link if you're interested in learning more about it or find that your child has a hard time transitioning from one thing to another.  We've even been told they work great for kids that have a hard time taking tests. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.autismnetwork.org/modules/social/sstory/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-3331958049393725178?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/3331958049393725178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=3331958049393725178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3331958049393725178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/3331958049393725178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-another-one.html' title='Not Another One...'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHgmxBAbBBI/AAAAAAAAADE/CX7ZydwYPQY/s72-c/IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-1014771719354217804</id><published>2008-07-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:31:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Death Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was as happy as a clam to finally end my work day.  Let's just say it was a long week.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and as a note to people who might be unaware...it isn't polite to just SHOW UP at your dentist or doctor's office and expect to be seen.  It's better to call them.  If they are a good practitioner..or person...they will MAKE time for you.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anywho...I was heading to the Johnsons' to pick-up my kids.  I was driving East on Baseline.  When I almost reached Mills Ave, I decided to change to the unoccupied left lane.  The light turns green.  Myself and the car next to me proceed through the intersection when a loverly person decided to run a red light heading north up Mills Ave.  The SUV next to me hit her and she spun around to where she was facing south on Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much happened in slow-mo, and so I watched the girl that ran-the-red as she spun around.  She handled her car like she was a professional stock-car driver!  AND...no change in her expression the ENTIRE time!  Instead of pulling off nearby where she already was, she made a right back onto Baseline, made another U-turn on Baseline (ignoring on-coming traffic, of course) and then parked in a busier area on Baseline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I realize that I was lucky to have missed that one ONLY because I had changed lanes just seconds before, but I realized there should be some sort of IQ test to get your driver's license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as a side note, I've also realized this was not REALLY a near-death-experience.  But it almost was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone taught Blake how to do the"peace out" thing...you know...pound your fist to your chest two times and then do the peace sign?  Yeah...that one.  He normally only does it when reminded or prompted (and his peace sign consists of one finger), but that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's decided that when I do something that makes him happy, he does the "peace out" pound as he walks away from me.  For example, I let him have an organic lollipop tonight.  I opened it and handed it to him.  Rather than the usual, "Daint doo, mommy", I got the peace out pound.  This combined with the hip-hop dancing already says a lot about my nearly two-year-old.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the  fellow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; enthusiasts, we are now unable to sign-in to Disneyland.  For the rest of the summer, our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt; passes are blocked-out until almost September.  Yes...I know.  It's a sad day.  I'm mourning the FREEdom of our Disney benefits, but happy to know they will return.  AND...if Ron keeps working until after he turns 55, we get lifetime sign-ins even if he doesn't work there!  WOO HOO!  Only 29 years left, honey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-1014771719354217804?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/1014771719354217804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=1014771719354217804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1014771719354217804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/1014771719354217804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/07/near-death-experience.html' title='Near Death Experience'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-4426328081224321118</id><published>2008-07-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:28:02.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Movers and Shakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of our favorite families has moved this weekend.  Ron's older sister, Katie, her husband, Joey, and our Niece, Addison, have had an amazing job opportunity they couldn't pass-up in Minnesota.  Although excited about the Mall of America, I'm sure they're hesitant about the weather!  We are sure going to miss them, though!  Addy and Blake are the same age and have just started entertaining us with their antics together.  They better visit a lot!!  We are all hoping Addy comes back with that beautiful Minnesota accent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGMz-ZVI7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYumTA7gGQM/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGMz-ZVI7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYumTA7gGQM/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220108267649573810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake spent a day with our good friend, Daniel.  Spending time with Daniel is never a dull moment.  He's been an amazing person in our lives.  He's moved to Las Vegas to work for the new Trump Tower, but manages to visit and still enriches our boys' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day with Daniel, Blake came home with a new video on the net.  Thankfully, it's a tasteful one.  He now shares a passion for hip hop dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel posted it here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/1292325&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ron had to work early the morning of the 4th, but was home in time to share a nice BBQ with us at Jennifer Broderick's parents' home here in Upland.  They have a great pool, and there was plenty of food and good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvuxX6bI/AAAAAAAAACc/55JUWm9qy_E/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvuxX6bI/AAAAAAAAACc/55JUWm9qy_E/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101597666208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGwV3MTJI/AAAAAAAAACs/vxIxyCR-TxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGwV3MTJI/AAAAAAAAACs/vxIxyCR-TxQ/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101608159595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were amazed at the Broderick's son, Jaxson, and his bravery around the pool.  He's three weeks younger than Blake, and would jump in the pool (no floaties!), and even swim to the surface!  It was an amazing sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGwAIudLI/AAAAAAAAACk/RtaC9tgdPEw/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGwAIudLI/AAAAAAAAACk/RtaC9tgdPEw/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101602327557298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jaxson and Blake on the hose...Jaxson having an allergic reaction to ice cream...poor guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Colin even got a little braver around the pool, and Blake went down the giant slide a couple of times.  They also enjoyed all of the other kids, and the swing set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvdnl9HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RcJy7n_roi0/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvdnl9HI/AAAAAAAAACU/RcJy7n_roi0/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101593061782642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tim Rambow knows how to have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGIqVPHwzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U7yT27-dCpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGIqVPHwzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U7yT27-dCpQ/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220103703935566642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kamryn enjoying the swing and looking pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I never did a post about Father's Day...here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron worked in the morning, but was able to spend the afternoon with us at his parent's house.  His parents had just bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ROCK BAND&lt;/span&gt; for their Wii, so majority of the evening was spent laughing at everyone pretending to be amazing guitar or drum players, as well as singers.  Ron's rendition of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Say It Ain't So&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Weezer &lt;/span&gt;is quite riveting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvDYlnzI/AAAAAAAAACM/H6-1Fkweugo/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGGvDYlnzI/AAAAAAAAACM/H6-1Fkweugo/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101586019524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mike on drums, Joey on guitar, and Ron on vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We sure enjoyed spending the day with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dads&lt;/span&gt; in the family and, of course, allowed us to focus on just how important the dads are in our lives.  I must say I often feel lucky to have a husband like Ron.   I tease him that he's a better Mom than I am, but really, he's quite an amazing dad.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, babe!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;    Thanks for all you do for our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-4426328081224321118?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/4426328081224321118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=4426328081224321118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4426328081224321118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/4426328081224321118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SHGMz-ZVI7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYumTA7gGQM/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-7883652087906600566</id><published>2008-06-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:02:43.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BURN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron had a rare, but always enjoyed, Saturday off.  We knew we were going to save the day to do something together, but we weren't sure of what.  Eventually we decided to go to Newport Beach for the day.  It was a very last-minute decision, but we borrowed an EZ-Up tent from the Broderick's and were ready for a day of fun in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be thrifty, we packed our own picnic and headed out.  (again...gas alone was enough!)  I talked to my Grandma on the way, and she gave me the "grandmotherly caution" of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...don't get burned..."&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Just because I've gotten burned every time I've been to the beach this summer, doesn't mean I will now!  Besides, I've finally gotten a base tan on my ever-pasty bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect...low-70's and overcast.  Not too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived, I asked Ron to grab "the Mickey bag".  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Mickey bag?&lt;/span&gt;" he asked.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one with diapers, wipes, Sunblock, toys, etc.&lt;/span&gt;"  I replied.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never grabbed a Mickey bag.&lt;/span&gt;"  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT?  I thought you had it!&lt;/span&gt;"  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to avoid trying to find another parking space, we decided to risk the sunburn instead of going to buy some sunblock.  We had a great time, and never felt too hot due to the cloud cover in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a few hours of play, and then headed back home.  To our dismay (and despite the majority of the hours spent in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;shade &lt;/span&gt;by Blake and myself), we &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL GOT BURNED&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel so bad that my nearly-2-year-old got burned just as badly as I did.  I feel like I've totally abused my children!  It's an awful feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day has been spent applying &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aloe &lt;/span&gt;to each other, as well as Ron and I guiltily reflecting on our poor decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just for fun, here's a picture of Blake in happier, less &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SGckjn0LAOI/AAAAAAAAACE/AFHcBYa4HRw/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SGckjn0LAOI/AAAAAAAAACE/AFHcBYa4HRw/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217178887733838050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645092557935968434-7883652087906600566?l=silagyis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/feeds/7883652087906600566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645092557935968434&amp;postID=7883652087906600566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7883652087906600566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645092557935968434/posts/default/7883652087906600566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silagyis.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Kreesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611063305192336840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SQ0uoBfBOHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8yEz_wUVRxQ/S220/kreesandblake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SGckjn0LAOI/AAAAAAAAACE/AFHcBYa4HRw/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645092557935968434.post-819908349937382115</id><published>2008-06-21T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:54:31.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summa time'/><title type='text'>We are here, and so is SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;YUP...we're here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist.  As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;e-mail&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;, new &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; recordings, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mail&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;weren't enough.  I finally needed a blog to check up on and contribute to.&lt;br /&gt;But we're a busy family, so I figure we have something to sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;re, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our summer has been as crazy as Southern CA weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WEDDINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and I went to Lake Tahoe together for our friend, Jackie's wedding over Memorial Day weekend.  It was nice to spend some alone time, but I felt bad because Ron ended up helping me with the set-up.  He did a great job, though!  Oh yeah...and it rained!  My poor friend had an outdoor wedding in the rain!  But it wasn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fMjiY16I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dJXQGf1dgww/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fMjiY16I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dJXQGf1dgww/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214569350355802018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fLztS-5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/axGI9RpRqes/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fLztS-5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/axGI9RpRqes/s200/Copy+of+IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214569337516653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our set-up...looks nice, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fLcC0dHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iRxxKqvxpUY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3fLcC0dHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iRxxKqvxpUY/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214569331164476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ron and his GQ face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was also my co-worker, Deneka's wedding in Laguna Beach.  It was a beautiful location, and we had a great time.  Since it was a co-worker, the majority of our office staff was there, and it's always fun to see how your boss dances!  Of course Ron was the cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er of attention with his dancing.  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good dancing I would like to proudly add!&lt;/span&gt;)  Although I did have to hold him down to prevent embarrassment from his Oh-So-Famous "wedding windmill". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3l-ykfN6I/AAAAAAAAABc/xP3R8eErYx0/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3l-ykfN6I/AAAAAAAAABc/xP3R8eErYx0/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214576810454366114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T-BALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Colin played on Upland American Little League this year on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dodgers&lt;/span&gt;.  Although he felt conflicted about wearing a blue jersey when he loves "the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;team" he did very well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and made some good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3gntgYTiI/AAAAAAAAABE/d_K52MA7z3g/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3gntgYTiI/AAAAAAAAABE/d_K52MA7z3g/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214570916399828514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Colin also graduated from Mulberry Early Educa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;tion. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to think back to when he first started in January of 2007.  He was almost non-verbal and was anxious in social settings.  In a short amount of time, the teachers at Mulberry have helped him through so many struggles.  Now he's our chatter-box that not only memorizes EVERYTHING, but quickly learned that riding the bus is only scary the first day. Ü  We are truly grateful for the angels among us that help our children through education.&lt;br /&gt;Colin will continue with a mild Special Ed program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; in Kindergarten that will strengthen his&lt;/span&gt; academic abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are so proud of you, Bubba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3iHzf-JpI/AAAAAAAAABM/BaAgtrmOsGE/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3iHzf-JpI/AAAAAAAAABM/BaAgtrmOsGE/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214572567276168850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Colin with Miss Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;THEME PARKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We wouldn't be Silagyis (or Harding) without theme parks!  Of course there's monthly trips to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; (except when it's blocked-out July-August).  We also went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sea World&lt;/span&gt; complements of Disney.  Thanks Mickey!  While it was raining here in Upland, it was boiling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; in San Diego.  We managed to talk Ron's youngest sister Kym into joining us.  It was fun, but we were happy it was free.  The cost of gas was enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3kcRp4W4I/AAAAAAAAABU/-ityzd-WkYA/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3kcRp4W4I/AAAAAAAAABU/-ityzd-WkYA/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214575117991435138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ron's older sister, Katie, watching the Electric Light Parade with the rest of the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WICKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The songs from this musical will be forever burned in my brain with enjoyment.  I was able to enjoy this show with Ron's mom for my birthday last year.  This year, as a gift from Ron for V-Day, I got to take a friend.  Who better than fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;WICKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; lover Amy to join me??  We had a blast despite the not-so-great Fierro understudy.  Our dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; was even better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thanks Ams!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3ny6-h4HI/AAAAAAAAABk/sBAbZRbC6uk/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXxtBr_Rub0/SF3ny6-h4HI/AAAAAAAAABk/sBAbZRbC6uk/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214578805575901298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;As always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;There have also been pool parties, picnics, family visiting, friends visiting and moving :(, and there is only more to come!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized that today is the technical first day of summer.  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