<?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-29141334</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:01:25.047-04:00</updated><category term='pool'/><category term='summer'/><category term='frog'/><category term='play dough'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='yard'/><category term='Cast'/><category term='end of summer'/><category term='school'/><category term='boston'/><category term='pre-school'/><category term='Saw Doctors'/><category term='lock down'/><category term='c1 cooking'/><category term='caroline'/><title type='text'>The Pirate Monsters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-7065856047471479524</id><published>2010-02-01T22:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:10:04.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A February Update</title><content type='html'>Now it's been 7 months since I've last blogged......YIKES! Time is flying. I keep meaning to get back to this and the time never seems to be right. Perhaps now that I have a laptop I can make it more frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Guy drove Christian to kindergarten and Connor and I drove Grammy and Grampy to the airport. They are finally in Florida. They are going to spend two glorious months enjoying the Villages and reconnecting with cousins, children, grandchildren and old friends. I hope that they totally enjoy their time as well as the warmer climate. I wish we were in a warmer climate. I am getting quite tired of freezing cold temperatures and having to dress my children in fleece and turtlenecks all the time. I am ready for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great. Christian is almost at his schools 100th day. This will be a big celebration. He and I will have to find something in our household of which we can count 100 of. Perhaps it will be legos or pasta. We'll see. He is right on track academically where he should be and I am more than thrilled. Three years ago I was worried about where he'd be. He is truly an amazing kid. He works hard and he tries equally as harder. His progress is amazing. Go Christian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is in pre-school, at the same pre-school that Christian attended. He is doing well, learing everyday. He is currently in the process of switching classrooms, into a classroom where he knows a few more friends. I am hopeful that this will make him feel more comfortable. We'll see how it goes...fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have really taken to ice skating this winter. Connor is a natural. He can pretty much run on ice at 3 years old and have a blast. He is not the slightest bit fearful.  Christian just got a new pair of skates from Grammy and Grampy and he suddenly can skate amazingly. It's awesome to see. I like to say it's like a "fire has been lit under his *ss" and now he goes!!!!! He is skating real fast. He's not fearful to fall and he's challenging himself on the ice. It's pretty cool to watch his progression.   I've been waiting a long while for it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now hopefully it won't be another 7 months till the next post. Connor turns 4 in just 2 days. He can harldy wait. He want's to be four already. Let his birthday celebration begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-7065856047471479524?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/7065856047471479524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=7065856047471479524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7065856047471479524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7065856047471479524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-update.html' title='A February Update'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-4046968379264238287</id><published>2009-07-19T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:50:20.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>So it's been another 4 months since my last post.  Christian and Connor both finished up school.  Christian has graduated from his 3 years at preschool and is now headed to Kindergarten in September.  Big changes headed his way.  I am so excited for him, for the school that he got accepted at, for his teacher and classmates, I think it's all going to be a great experience and an atmosphere in which he'll thrive.  He's ready to make the change.  Connor too will be switching schools.  This fall he'll be attending the same preschool that Christian went to.  It will be a new set up for him, but he is already familiar with the building and some of the teachers and class rooms.  He's a little shy, so I hope that he'll adjust quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been having an amazing summer so far.  It rained a ton in June, but the past few weeks have been pretty nice.  The boys and I are on the Cape often, with Guy joining us some weekends, other weekends we go home.  I found these wonderful swim lessons for C &amp;amp; C in Yarmouth.  They each have a 1/2 hour lesson every weekday morning and they love their teachers.  They are making lots of progress.  Suddenly this weekend Christian turned into a fish, in our hot tub.  He suddenly realized how much fun it can be to go under water and now a whole new world has opened up for him.  If anything, he's a little frustrated that Connor won't fully dunk.  I have to keep explaining to him that Connor is only 3, it might take him time, and that even last week he didn't want to go under willingly.  However, Connor will put his face in the water and occasionally go under unintentionally.  There is less fear in the little one, in most activities.  Is it his personality or is it just a 2nd sibling thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides swimming, our days have been filled with mini-golfing, trampolines, ice cream, riding bikes on the street and on the bike trails, playing at the beach, taking our new blow up boat into the ocean and rowing around, shopping, water gun fights, t-ball,  riding merry-go-rounds, taking walks &amp;amp; many....many other fun things.  It already  feels like the summer is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, back at home, Guy and I took the boys to Newton to go canoeing in the Charles River.  What a blast.  The kiddos loved it.  It was hot and every so often we'd get splashed with the coolness of the river.  I can't wait for our next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished up on the water, we headed to Boston and the kids ran thru the sprinklers at the Christian Science church.  Christian said that the water was cold, so he wanted to move on.  We grabbed lunch and then headed over to the Frog Pond.  Aagghhh, memories.  Where we got engaged.  We love going there, esp. with the boys.  They played in the park for a bit, then headed over to the water to frolic around.   Even though it's only about a foot deep, we had to give Christian strict instructions NOT to go under!  I'm sure he might have tried.  It's the new thrill of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a family shopping trip to Kohls, Zac's favorite place on earth besides Aruba, we said goodbye to Guy and headed East again for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Perfect day all around - Home, Boston and Cape&lt;br /&gt;*Great day on the water canoeing&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Christian's expression each and every time he reappears from under the water&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing Connor eat a bagel and have no concerns about having cream cheese all over his face and nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-4046968379264238287?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/4046968379264238287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=4046968379264238287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4046968379264238287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4046968379264238287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-6390103028425955149</id><published>2009-03-28T21:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:57:43.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Freeze Time</title><content type='html'>I wish I could freeze time in certain moments at least. I was gone pretty much all day today, teaching at two rinks. Usually on days like today, Guy has Daddy days with the boys....unless my parents or friends help out. I had a great day on the ice, and returned around 4:30. Guy and the boys were outside doing yard work....at least Guy was. The second that Christian spotted me, his face lit up with an enormous smile ear to ear. He ran towards my car coming up the driveway. Then Connor noticed Christian, then me. He too followed, full speed ahead towards my car with a giant smile, calling "Mama". That's the moment I want to freeze. Complete happiness to see me. Complete happiness at my return. Their smiles were so genuine, so engraved in my mind, I hope I will always remember those 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our day passed quickly. Bath time for the boys, dinner, a little play time and then bed. Guy and I are fighting off a head cold so we're turning in a little early too &amp;amp; hoping for a good night sleep. I promised him that I'd wake up early tomorrow. Not an easy task for me as I LOVE sleeping in. But it's his turn &amp;amp; he could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that we see more days like today in our near future. The weather was so nice and spring-like. No jackets needed. The winter had been long &amp;amp; cold, so I am looking forward to warmer days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;*A wonderful day on the ice with so many great kids&lt;br /&gt;*An end to another Saturday skating season - as much as I love it, I look forward to the break&lt;br /&gt;*The smiles on my boys faces upon my arrival home tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-6390103028425955149?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/6390103028425955149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=6390103028425955149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/6390103028425955149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/6390103028425955149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-could-freeze-time.html' title='I Wish I Could Freeze Time'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-2374352200638354408</id><published>2009-03-25T21:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:57:02.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saw Doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>March is almost over &amp; I'm finally writing again</title><content type='html'>I'm back. So now that my friend has started her own blog after reading some of mine, it encouraged me to pick up where I left off. I've been meaning to keep it up, our lives have just been a little too full lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are getting so big. Connor is talking up a storm, always surprising me with what he can say and how much he comprehends. Christian has been trying to be an even better big brother....we're working on it. I had the boys at a playground this past Sunday and it was super fun for me to watch them up high on a structure together for about an hour. They'd go up, they'd come down. The great part is that while they were high in the air above me, Christian was Connor's doting brother, making sure that he wasn't afraid, going down the slides together, always on the lookout for his little brother. That was sure nice to see since typically I hear a lot of fussing and crying at home - disagreements about toys, wanting to play together so badly, just who knew sharing could be so difficult??? I just can't wait for the weather to be nice all of the time so that we can be outdoors more instead of being cooped up in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am in a cast on my right arm. I took a few falls skating and it resulted in multiple fractures in my wrist. I'm on the mend and will be visiting the Dr. again next week so I'm a little anxious to see how the healing is coming along. With any luck the cast will come off for good. As much as my wrist feels better being immobile, it is a bit of a pain and it's slowing me down. However, I want my bones to heal correctly, so I'll take whatever he tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week with St. Patricks day and all, we had tickets for the Saw Doctors. It was such a fantastic show, perhaps the best yet, and I've seen them 15-18 times over the past 15 years. My parents came with us and we met up with Michelle and Ken and their group. I can't remember the last time that I had so much fun. Michelle and I realized the next day that we're not 20 somethings anymore. Not fun. Highlight of the evening is when my Dad and Guy walked in 10 minutes after my mom and I did. I looked over at them and realized that they were having a converation with Leo Moran, the lead guitarist. I headed their way, but by the time I got there, he had already moved on, heading back stage. For a few seconds I had the thought to be a groupie and have him sign my cast.....it didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had another big change in my life last week. I visited my hair stylest and changed my very blonde hair to a deep brown with reddish highlights. It is quite different and I love it. People that I know keep giving me shocked looks....amazed that I'd be brave enough to try such bold changes....but, I'm all about changing it up. This is closer to my real hair color than I've had it in years. Christian loves it because he says it's dark like his. Connor keeps asking me where my blonde hair went and tells me that he likes that better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather warmed up today so we were outside for a few hours until bath time tonight. The kids were filthy. They play hard. They are boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My skating is winding down for the season and I will miss all of the girls that I teach on a regular basis. I so completely enjoy teaching, it would leave a big void in my life if I wasn't on the ice. I hope to get the boys on the ice at least one more time before the nearby rinks close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/ScrgsgnGY6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/sXkQ912Az2w/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317309365337088930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/ScrgsgnGY6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/sXkQ912Az2w/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian 5 1/2, Connor 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-2374352200638354408?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/2374352200638354408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=2374352200638354408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2374352200638354408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2374352200638354408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-is-almost-over-im-finally-writing.html' title='March is almost over &amp; I&apos;m finally writing again'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/ScrgsgnGY6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/sXkQ912Az2w/s72-c/DSC_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-8588642925306893479</id><published>2009-01-28T22:10:00.038-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:06:54.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in the blogging world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like I have all but abandoned this blog. The holidays were quite busy around here, it seems quite a blur. We ended up having our family Christmas party here, the Saturday after Christmas. We had a wonderful time. The house was packed and fun was had by everyone. I'd say that everyone particularly loved seeing the newest member to the clan, baby Zachary. Babies have a way of making things especially special again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from our vacation to Aruba. The boys and I were very lucky this year and got to stay two weeks instead of just one. Unfortunately, Guy had to go home to work for the second week, but hopefully next year we can plan better and know in advance that we'll be there for two weeks. One week just isn't enough with all the travel. Plus, this time of year, you really miss the sunshine. It's a great getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian made a few friends down there this year. He really took a liking to a new friend named Juliana. They played a lot together and spend lots of time swimming in the pools, hot tubs and feeding the fish in the ocean. Connor also found a new buddy, an older woman - all of 6 - named Chloe. He loved her! She'd hardly pay him the time of day, but didn't object to his company. He was mesmerized in her presence. It was interesting to watch it unfold from my perspective. He's not usually like that, but I guess he likes older women. He was even trying to ask me - I am 100 % positive, if he could see Chloe at home. He kept asking me "Chloe at home??" I had to tell him that she lived far away. At least we have pictures that he can look at :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it short for now as I'm still catching up on all the household things that need attention. Here are a few pics from our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoXewoGUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qpqvL_iMlqA/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296559020623534402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoXewoGUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qpqvL_iMlqA/s400/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoR6TOkkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kbFHlS84Rx4/s1600-h/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558924937204290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoR6TOkkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kbFHlS84Rx4/s400/IMG_2368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little bit of bread for the fish, a little bit of bread for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoKpDlpMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bVnhcJKrSQo/s1600-h/IMG_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558800049120450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoKpDlpMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bVnhcJKrSQo/s400/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoFdIpcyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z87e3HUAh-4/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558710949770018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoFdIpcyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z87e3HUAh-4/s400/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christian, Connor and Juliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEn-e6IH5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pRPHwvzG9GM/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558591166652306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEn-e6IH5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pRPHwvzG9GM/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEn4voKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/S3wlsyNSKx8/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558492575470082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEn4voKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/S3wlsyNSKx8/s400/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnvyYsDwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/umpOBzsO0Fg/s1600-h/IMG_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558338697072386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnvyYsDwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/umpOBzsO0Fg/s400/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Connor is looking for more bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnqq8PPAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rG7GoYZvgBI/s1600-h/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558250799348738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnqq8PPAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rG7GoYZvgBI/s400/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and Juliana in the hot tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnhMNS5oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PckeHlehorg/s1600-h/IMG_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558087930570370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnhMNS5oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PckeHlehorg/s400/IMG_2287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnSAEu-JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TBbzCq7uJRU/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557826975398034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnSAEu-JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TBbzCq7uJRU/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor and his older woman, Chloe. Love the hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnM7DYhTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pn4aWUcaptg/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557739728209202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnM7DYhTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pn4aWUcaptg/s400/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and Juliana playing "Soil and Oil"....a game only they can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnEzNXiwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/l230x_TPZo4/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557600183651074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEnEzNXiwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/l230x_TPZo4/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEm83uOcaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YY4HuSv2cJs/s1600-h/IMG_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557463956255138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEm83uOcaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YY4HuSv2cJs/s400/IMG_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Christian in the warm waters of Eagle Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEm4WG-mII/AAAAAAAAAVg/JaJIGvyWaXA/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557386213791874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEm4WG-mII/AAAAAAAAAVg/JaJIGvyWaXA/s400/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the waterslides of La Cabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmzHu6y_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/evkP9piTuNY/s1600-h/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557296455437298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmzHu6y_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/evkP9piTuNY/s400/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is a little dare devil. Christian never would have ever tried this at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmrkDUibI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NAORou5qNbU/s1600-h/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557166618249650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmrkDUibI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NAORou5qNbU/s400/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmmasIdZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dDnhitimBko/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557078205724050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmmasIdZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dDnhitimBko/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor swimming in deep water. He thinks nothing of it even though he's 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmhf1v46I/AAAAAAAAAVA/DDac_7Q7EO0/s1600-h/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556993688888226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmhf1v46I/AAAAAAAAAVA/DDac_7Q7EO0/s400/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmcoNhWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/evhORjoEZio/s1600-h/IMG_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556910036736738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmcoNhWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/evhORjoEZio/s400/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmTOQVKeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GSfffaNzKxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556748450376162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmTOQVKeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GSfffaNzKxQ/s400/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys at Baby Beach after visiting with Jan at his train museum/house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmMEh02XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jm-t0ysdH4c/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556625580317042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEmMEh02XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jm-t0ysdH4c/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the Radisson...Italian night with those to die for deserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl_wHCcZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/W1VhBQJ4mME/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556413940822418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl_wHCcZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/W1VhBQJ4mME/s400/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Auntie M's favorite Pier, Palm Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl6_d_RSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mb_hXbGmSHM/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556332164269346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl6_d_RSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mb_hXbGmSHM/s400/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrisitan in the free form pool at the Radisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl08Ee_SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1PNxyXYc5gQ/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556228172774690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEl08Ee_SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1PNxyXYc5gQ/s400/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac and the Palm Trees....now also known as Papa Jack....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which makes me want to say "Papa Smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEloE_8hAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UDcsRr7dljg/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296556007231357954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEloE_8hAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UDcsRr7dljg/s400/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEliJh8kaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UwuMhAwB0aA/s1600-h/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555905368494498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEliJh8kaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UwuMhAwB0aA/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYElcUo6nYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jvBBhLyD9qs/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555805271301506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYElcUo6nYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jvBBhLyD9qs/s400/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYElXGhbiHI/AAAAAAAAATw/AdePm7tFtaY/s1600-h/IMG_2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555715582462066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYElXGhbiHI/AAAAAAAAATw/AdePm7tFtaY/s400/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEkRXuTLXI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZxYHT4xbDOw/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296554517609000306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEkRXuTLXI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZxYHT4xbDOw/s400/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEg6eGw66I/AAAAAAAAATg/N-ciF3EfdHw/s1600-h/IMG_2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550825650351010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEg6eGw66I/AAAAAAAAATg/N-ciF3EfdHw/s400/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEgXRJ67yI/AAAAAAAAATY/O1PJGSrre3o/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550220878507810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEgXRJ67yI/AAAAAAAAATY/O1PJGSrre3o/s400/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how we found the boys tonight. Christian is soooo tired that he has no clue that Connor is sleeping ON him. Connor is so tired and desperate to have company, that he snuck into Chrisitan's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-8588642925306893479?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/8588642925306893479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=8588642925306893479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/8588642925306893479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/8588642925306893479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-i-have-all-but-abandoned.html' title='I&apos;m back in the blogging world'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SYEoXewoGUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qpqvL_iMlqA/s72-c/IMG_2379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-7072217164829199664</id><published>2008-12-15T21:43:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:38:43.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been busy</title><content type='html'>I am back. I sort of fell off the face of the earth for a number of weeks, but I am finally getting around to posting again. I guess it is just the time of year, everything seems more hectic, we have less free time, and in general, we're just always doing something. Over the past few weeks we've certainly kept ourselves on the go. I was a bit sick with a head cold over Thanksgiving, Connor too. Guy had a touch of it, but nothing like the little man and I. It knocked me out and I was pretty bummed out because I absolutely love that holiday. I love watching the parade, eating lots of good food and seeing some relatives. Anyhow, I spent a bit of the day in bed. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and I headed down to NYC 2 weekends ago. We had tickets to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and our day trip was quite fun. We crammed a lot into a day. The show was great and we did a lot of window shopping around the city. We walked to Rockefeller Center, up and down 5th Avenue, and over to Times Square. We had lunch at the ESPN Restaurant (Guy's idea, but good) and dinner at a small Tapas Restaurant right on the outskirts of Times Square. It was quite cold, but we picked up these funny little hats along the way.....we were easy to spot thereafter. What a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teaching a bit more lately on the weekends, and I love spending my free time on the ice. I feel so lucky that I have a job that I love doing. I had Christian on the ice with me on Saturday afternoon. Grampy brought him down to the rink to meet up with me. He did so good. He loves being at one particular rink, and loves watching the Zamboni. Unfortunately for him, the rink manager that we know wasn't there, so he didn't get to go sit on the zamboni, but perhaps next weekend. That manager gave Christian a book (really for adults) last year, all about the history of Zamboni's. It is probably 150 pages, filled with really neat photographs of Zamboni's thru the years, from conception thru today. It's pretty fascinating and he just loves it, looking at all the pictures. He can even tell you lots of facts about certain models/pictures, etc. Add to his future resume: Grampy Cook Conductor Chef Painter Window Washer (like Curious George) and Zamboni Driver. If you ask him what he wants to be when he gets older, that is what he'll tell you. I love that he starts with Grampy....he so badly wants to be like his Grampy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took the boys down to Edaville Railroad for their Christmas lights festival. We had so much fun, I actually can't wait to do it again next year. Connor was captivated and loved every second of the train ride &amp;amp; wanted so badly to do it again. Christian is getting so brave and he went on many rides after the train ride was finished. We did the ferris wheel, carousel, rockets, tilta whirl (I can't believe that I brought my 5 year old son on that one!) and many other little kid rides. They also loved playing on the stationary trains. I foresee another trip down there this summer for Day Out With Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZ4AW7kVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3FOL-T_gRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217538074743122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZ4AW7kVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3FOL-T_gRQ/s400/IMG_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy and Christian on the Caterpillar Ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWyjz6DUI/AAAAAAAAASI/VpQ-XT7C4NI/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214145977421122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWyjz6DUI/AAAAAAAAASI/VpQ-XT7C4NI/s400/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor on a Mini Train &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWunwXimI/AAAAAAAAASA/36R9urTyzF8/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214078316841570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWunwXimI/AAAAAAAAASA/36R9urTyzF8/s400/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christian being the driver of the Mini Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWl1EkawI/AAAAAAAAARw/pzqkwlNHQAg/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213927272409858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWl1EkawI/AAAAAAAAARw/pzqkwlNHQAg/s400/IMG_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All Aboard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWqIj7hCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WcKGTP8SpiI/s1600-h/IMG_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214001223697442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcWqIj7hCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WcKGTP8SpiI/s400/IMG_1781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Connor on the Mini Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV6KX-YTI/AAAAAAAAARg/LnvZ9BUn49U/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213177076703538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV6KX-YTI/AAAAAAAAARg/LnvZ9BUn49U/s400/IMG_1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama and Christian on a play train. Both boys were in their glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZZ5js8wI/AAAAAAAAASw/nQX6AMsDvoM/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217020853187330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZZ5js8wI/AAAAAAAAASw/nQX6AMsDvoM/s400/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy and I inside Radio City Music Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZMf8yjXI/AAAAAAAAASg/ApEXhMngw_c/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216790640790898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZMf8yjXI/AAAAAAAAASg/ApEXhMngw_c/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the chandelier above us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV2YKyHnI/AAAAAAAAARY/MN_AT4OF6XE/s1600-h/IMG_1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213112059993714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV2YKyHnI/AAAAAAAAARY/MN_AT4OF6XE/s400/IMG_1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and a random NYC Christmas decoration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZBfMqYLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DRMiPH6WZ8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216601460367538" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZBfMqYLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DRMiPH6WZ8Y/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian in front of our Christmas Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZGxP2qDI/AAAAAAAAASY/da_dOdAPzPY/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216692204939314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZGxP2qDI/AAAAAAAAASY/da_dOdAPzPY/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV_E3s6-I/AAAAAAAAARo/4YQ-zpUpP8A/s1600-h/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213261498510306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcV_E3s6-I/AAAAAAAAARo/4YQ-zpUpP8A/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First snowfall of the season. The boys couldn't wait to go out and play. Christian desperately wants to go sledding on the golf course. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217397107384930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZvzNsYmI/AAAAAAAAATA/jwo0V64h_kM/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZrIcBK0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/K6mkpW2ffjM/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217316905265986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZrIcBK0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/K6mkpW2ffjM/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZz92fsZI/AAAAAAAAATI/R2Hb9WQbhgI/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217468682350994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZz92fsZI/AAAAAAAAATI/R2Hb9WQbhgI/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor continued his nap one day after being carried in from the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-7072217164829199664?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/7072217164829199664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=7072217164829199664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7072217164829199664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7072217164829199664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-been-busy.html' title='We&apos;ve been busy'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SUcZ4AW7kVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3FOL-T_gRQ/s72-c/IMG_1805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-3063074694297326144</id><published>2008-11-10T12:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:13:50.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's November!</title><content type='html'>We had a truly delightful day yesterday. We're back to having some nice weather again, so Guy and I took the boys to a nearby playground in the morning. They had a blast, Christian started out by climbing along all the tires, up and down, up and down. After a while, I joined him. He took a look at how I was able to walk them, jumping from each one to the other and within a few minutes, he had the hang of it too. He's a fast learner. Connor meanwhile was enjoying all of his Daddy's attention on the swings and the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Daddy have some alone time to watch the Patriots play in the afternoon. I took the boys back out to another nearby park where we spent a few hours. It was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; and there were so many people out and about walking &amp;amp; playing. We brought Christian's race car with us, which he thought was great! He had such a good time riding it fast. Connor had his bike, but grew tired of it quickly. He doesn't pedal yet, so his feet have to go very fast to go......so I can see why he got tired. Next time I'll bring his stroller and perhaps a smaller bike that can fit underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to pick up Christian at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Playing outdoors for hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;*Quality family time.&lt;br /&gt;*Having a break of my own this morning while both boys were in school. It's a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1Wrp8IAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0Qn-Se6NozI/s1600-h/IMG_1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267088796745998338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1Wrp8IAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0Qn-Se6NozI/s400/IMG_1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing is tough work. Christian taking a break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1m5j_HfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tAHxdTolpPU/s1600-h/IMG_1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089075357031922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1m5j_HfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tAHxdTolpPU/s400/IMG_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh13E23MeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fpk7J6GRrn4/s1600-h/IMG_1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089353266901474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh13E23MeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fpk7J6GRrn4/s400/IMG_1512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian thoroughly enjoyed playing on the tires.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1cXyq9eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sPiAseCKeOc/s1600-h/IMG_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267088894493128162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1cXyq9eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sPiAseCKeOc/s400/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1uxgzd1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/iZhAfWcOSGk/s1600-h/IMG_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089210635155282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1uxgzd1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/iZhAfWcOSGk/s400/IMG_1511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy giving Connor a helping hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2OyBShwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xVYFBYoCS1s/s1600-h/IMG_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089760527222530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2OyBShwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xVYFBYoCS1s/s400/IMG_1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor and Christian playing on a train in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2c9LNa8I/AAAAAAAAARE/ePUeDyHRipg/s1600-h/IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267090004039789506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2c9LNa8I/AAAAAAAAARE/ePUeDyHRipg/s400/IMG_1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Conductor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2AmUkYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TV9h4FgVxN4/s1600-h/IMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089516868690242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh2AmUkYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TV9h4FgVxN4/s400/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trees in our back yard are almost bare now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grass is covered in them and we are able to see the golf course again.&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/29141334-3063074694297326144?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/3063074694297326144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=3063074694297326144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3063074694297326144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3063074694297326144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-november.html' title='It&apos;s November!'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SRh1Wrp8IAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0Qn-Se6NozI/s72-c/IMG_1496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-3502042666285779452</id><published>2008-10-31T21:13:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:04:02.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;The kids had an interesting evening, they were very excited about trick - or - treating. We waited for Daddy to get home from work and very soon after, they were ready. Christian was Thomas the Train, Connor was a Cow. Connor was randomly saying "Happy Halloween!" all day long, it was cute. He's starting to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While Daddy was still getting ready, the boys and I brought the pumpkins to the end of the driveway. Those of you who know our house, know what a long driveway we have. Add to it no street lights in our development and makes the walk to our house even harder. So, we put our pumpkins at the end of the drive near the street and place a bowl of candy out with them. Christian rode his race car and pulled the pumpkins in the wagon, to the end of the drive. Very important job. Soon enough they were lit and we were off.&lt;/p&gt;There were actually a ton of trick or treaters out in our neighborhood. Half of the houses have very long driveways, but we all made the trek to those with lights on. Many houses were really decked out too. Those who know Christian know that he's not really a big fan of candy. He only likes a few things, but even then it's still not his favorite. I find that amazing because I love sugar candy and Guy loves chocolate. Connor, on the other hand is the exact opposite and loves all types of candy, sugar and chocolate. He just loves food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So this leads me to my favorite event of the night. After about 4 houses, Christian was already feeling done with this whole trick or treat thing. We literally had to make Christian get out of the wagon to trick or treat at this one house. He rings the doorbell, a man answers and Christian says 'trick or treat.' Connor is just standing there, eagerly awaiting his new treat. So, the man offers his bowl to them and Christian looks at him like he has 5 heads, and says "I don't want any candy." I think the man was a bit confused and surprised. After all, who doesn't want any candy on Halloween? Meanwhile, Connor is helping himself. The man offers Christian an apple instead, to which Christian is like "No" (A.K.A. that's pretty much poison to him.) So Connor ended up with 2 apples and a ton of candy from this man and Christian just retreated back to his wagon. It was nice of the man, but at the same time, it weighed Connor's pumpkin down a ton, but there was no way Connor would part with them either. In Connor's mind, this indeed has to be the best night of his life so far. He has learned a new and easy way to get candy! He was in heaven upon getting home and dumping out his loot...actually seeing what he got!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, Christian and Guy went home slightly earlier and Connor and I continued along the street. Every house we'd pass Connor would say "How about that one" as not to skip any potential treat. Christian pretty much rode around in the wagon all night and Connor walked most of the driveways and up and down the street. I was amazed that he could keep going. He ought to sleep well tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Lots and lots of Halloween Candy, mostly for Guy and I to eat.&lt;br /&gt;*Great Trick or Treat weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuudS8e85I/AAAAAAAAAPs/iLBWyWPVyPU/s1600-h/IMG_1474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492407837520786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuudS8e85I/AAAAAAAAAPs/iLBWyWPVyPU/s400/IMG_1474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuvz_z7I7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Qe6Hxtml00I/s1600-h/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263493897349964722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuvz_z7I7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Qe6Hxtml00I/s400/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor hitting up our own stash before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuuo4hjr5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z6BDvVUqBnE/s1600-h/IMG_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492606903693202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuuo4hjr5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z6BDvVUqBnE/s400/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking down a driveway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQutxIEigzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RUwX0gDalx8/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263491649004274482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQutxIEigzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RUwX0gDalx8/s400/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys getting ready to bring the pumpkins down to the end of the driveway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian has the wagon hitched up to his car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQut59W-sEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l8rSRRYsDKA/s1600-h/IMG_1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263491800747651138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQut59W-sEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l8rSRRYsDKA/s400/IMG_1458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuuQ08XkVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qEFmEeuOtu8/s1600-h/IMG_1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492193625542994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuuQ08XkVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qEFmEeuOtu8/s400/IMG_1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our four glowing jack o'lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263491957488287314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuuDFQ2_lI/AAAAAAAAAPc/S-IFWsFA7SI/s400/IMG_1461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQu2ydclUnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4bYz_n_ul8E/s1600-h/IMG_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501567526785650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQu2ydclUnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4bYz_n_ul8E/s400/IMG_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday at Gymnastics they wore their costumes for a few minutes in the beginning and had a little parade and class picture. He takes the class with his friends, Rachel and Sarah in the pink and red Spanish Dancer dresses. Between dressing up at gymnastics, at school today for a party and tonight, I think Christian is all done with this holiday for another year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQutjEcsW2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/YrF3LX5hZro/s1600-h/IMG_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263491407513672546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQutjEcsW2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/YrF3LX5hZro/s400/IMG_1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a sweater that I just finished for Joann's new baby Zachary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The buttons all have puppy dogs and bones on them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They love dogs so I thought it was fitting. It ought to keep him nice and warm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-3502042666285779452?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/3502042666285779452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=3502042666285779452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3502042666285779452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3502042666285779452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQuudS8e85I/AAAAAAAAAPs/iLBWyWPVyPU/s72-c/IMG_1474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-9165115426910688957</id><published>2008-10-27T22:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:18:00.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Connor Was A Cow</title><content type='html'>Connor had his drop off class this morning and we were told to send them in their Halloween costumes. He was very excited to put on his cow costume this morning. I had also bought him a pirate costume, to which he looked at last night and told me "No Mama." He wouldn't even try it on. The pirate costume was cute, but I suppose in all fairness that he really doesn't know what a pirate is. He does however know what a cow is, and he consistently "Moo'd" his way thru the day. He kept saying, "I'm a boy, I'm a cow." I'm not sure he knew what he really was, but he stayed in costume for most of the day. I couldn't get it off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a great day at his school. I think that he's settling into it now that it's part of his routine. He really loves Kelly. Today he walked right in, saw her, got excited and hurried right over to her and plopped down next to her on the floor. I left with no problems at all &amp;amp; no crying. Yea. Separation is getting easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heidi and I and the boys walked to the park this afternoon. The weather was glorious. We spent much of the afternoon outside and all the boys got out tons of energy. James and Cooper were super cute. When Connor finally made it down the twirly slide himself, they were at the bottom cheering him on. They did it all by themselves, like they knew that he needed the extra encouragement. It was an interesting moment for me to take in, where all three of them, the 2 &amp;amp; 3 year olds, seemed much older than their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ95a6lzsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/38CiLHnxmS4/s1600-h/All+the+boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262031640060088002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ95a6lzsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/38CiLHnxmS4/s400/All+the+boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian, Connor, James &amp;amp; Cooper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ-xA8C1mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HzzKvyzodY8/s1600-h/Connor+Stroller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262032595159537250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ-xA8C1mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HzzKvyzodY8/s400/Connor+Stroller.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor taking a bit of a break at the playground earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ-LgWf-zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nWBPgQrTElw/s1600-h/The+Leaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262031950756969266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ-LgWf-zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nWBPgQrTElw/s400/The+Leaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out the size of the leaf Heidi is holding. Where on earth did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;Keegan is on her back, taking everything in. He's such a sweet baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQaAfSd9hhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w1E-lm6vWRA/s1600-h/C+Cooking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034489650808338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQaAfSd9hhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w1E-lm6vWRA/s400/C+Cooking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have I mentioned how much Christian likes to cook? He spent several hours over the weekend practicing. He's content for hours just mixing his own ingredients, sugar, flour, salt, an egg or two, and whatever extra spices I feel like giving him from the cabinet. He does cooking at school and I think that is what is triggering his interest.....it certainly doesn't come from me! Maybe he gets it from his daddy. Daddy took time this weekend to make a few pretzels with Christian, which he loved making &amp;amp; then he devoured them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Perfect weather, enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Connor is settling in at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Shopping time alone today for just a little bit....long enough to make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-9165115426910688957?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/9165115426910688957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=9165115426910688957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/9165115426910688957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/9165115426910688957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-connor-was-cow.html' title='Today Connor Was A Cow'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SQZ95a6lzsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/38CiLHnxmS4/s72-c/All+the+boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-4672354540714303188</id><published>2008-10-20T23:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:14:57.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>Zachary has made his entrance into the world! We have a new baby boy cousin. Joann &amp;amp; Pat had him today @ 12:59, so he's almost 12 hours old now. Mom and I drove into the Brigham to visit them tonight and he really was adorable. He slept most of the time, but every so often he'd open his eyes and peek out at the world. We're so glad that everyone is doing well and that he is finally here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often I am reminded of how big our boys are getting. Sometime I feel like they are still little, one in preschool and one not even there yet. Then there are moments like tonight, holding Zachary in the hospital where I am reminded of how small &amp;amp; precious babies really are. Looking at his tiny toes and fingers just reminds me of how much of a miracle babies are and how far we've come with our own two. While it's been a while, it also feels like it was just yesterday that each of our own kids were both newborns. I miss it, but at the same time I love the ages that we are at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New babies, so exciting to finally see one that we've been waiting for :-)&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to Connor tell Dad "No, Don't Do That!" He's finally using his words, even though he's bossy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-4672354540714303188?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/4672354540714303188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=4672354540714303188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4672354540714303188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4672354540714303188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s A Boy!!!'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5722954299022300437</id><published>2008-10-19T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:13:29.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun today.  Guy finished putting a railing on some steps he built in the garage this morning.  Soon there after we headed down to Newton to an Autumn Festival in the Centre.  We'd been there before when Christian was about 2, so it's been a while since we went back.  The boys loved it.  There were all sorts kiddie rides and games set up.  Upon arriving, Christian announced that it was 'just like Story Land' since there was a bounce house/slide set up shaped like a golden yellow shoe - just like in NH.  That was the first thing that he went on.  Connor gravitates towards motion rides while Christian likes to be in control, choosing slides, and fun houses. They both liked riding on a small train which went around in an oval - but after one lap Christian was looking at me telling me he wanted to get off (as he'd go by), while Connor was in heaven, again.  Oh the fun.  These guys live, eat, breathe and sleep Choo Choo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have a new addition to our family tonight as Joann is in labor in the hospital.....though she was there yesterday too.  Might be a while still, but we can't wait to find out and meet the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Feeling better everyday, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;*Thank goodness my parents are here to help out - they've made a world of difference and the boys adore them.&lt;br /&gt;*A taste of winter in the air today -I quite enjoyed the crisp air.&lt;br /&gt;*The festival.....quite enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-5722954299022300437?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5722954299022300437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5722954299022300437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5722954299022300437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5722954299022300437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-festival.html' title='Autumn Festival'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-1392162569779923138</id><published>2008-10-12T20:46:00.034-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:30:19.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains, Trains, Trains</title><content type='html'>We love trains. Well, at least the boys do, so we spent our day revolving our activities around them. The boys woke up rather early, but kept themselves amused for a bit before we had to drag our heads from our pillows. Have I ever mentioned how much I love sleeping? If you know me well, you know that :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove to Brookline and took the green line into Gov. Center. As if one trolly ride isn't enough, we switched to the blue line and took that to the airport. Let me mention, the airport stop on the blue line is only a stop. From there you have to take a bus over to the airport. The boys were in their heaven! Once at the airport, we walked around, went on a parking garage rooftop to look at the planes and eventually got back on a bus to ride the blue line again back to downtown. We stopped at the aquarium to look at the seals outside, walked down to the harbor and overall just had a completely enjoyable time. Did I mention how wonderful the weather was? It felt like a perfect fall day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point we stopped and enjoyed a few moments at the new green space between Faneuil Hall and the Harbor. They have a new fountain that is fun to watch. Water spouts out of about 50 different holes, dances around for timed intervals. In between, various crowd thrill seekers attempt to run thru the fountain and try to avoid getting wet. The rest of the crowd watches, claps and 'ooh's and awe's.' We watched for about 15 minutes. It's quite relaxing. Connor, being Connor, suddenly decided to be like much of the crowd around him, and when his opportunity arose, he ran full speed ahead into the fountain - even though Guy was right with him. I happened to catch a good photo of Guy sprinting after him and catching him. I was just glad it wasn't me doing the chase :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian and I skated again yesterday and he's really getting it. I love that the boys are old enough now that we can go to the rink together whenever and just have family time doing something we all like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night was especially wonderful. One of my cousins got married this past August in B.C. Her Mom had a post-nuptial party for her and her husband in Worcester and reunited many family members on my fathers side that I haven't seen in so long. So long that I cannot actually be sure when the last time was. Anyhow, it ended up being loads of fun and it was great to see everyone and I think that most of my cousins felt the same way. Now, the harder part will to try and do it again or at least try and keep better contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing the world thru the boys eyes on the trains today. Pure amazement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The wonderful fall weather we've been having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Watching the playful harbor seals &amp;amp; seeing the how amused the boys were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*It's a long weekend.....yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451332994638018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqozJGIMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/c-Q6xzmNCpE/s400/IMG_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christian and Daddy Observing A Train On The Blue Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447718113854242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKnWYqWwyI/AAAAAAAAAME/8anRlr-9f48/s400/fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor and Daddy Watching The Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKndXSA0MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P4aQpGioLM4/s1600-h/Connor+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447838002401474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKndXSA0MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P4aQpGioLM4/s400/Connor+fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor's Escape: Pretty Fast, But Daddy Is Faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqjTlydQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-Wa7-sW0NNI/s1600-h/IMG_1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451238625703170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqjTlydQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-Wa7-sW0NNI/s400/IMG_1376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking A Stroll On The Faneuil Hall Cobblestones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460124874155522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyojchJgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1uqpoQ5pgMU/s400/IMG_1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Boys and I @ The Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqdKKAIlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0DFY5YL8NHA/s1600-h/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451133014024786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqdKKAIlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0DFY5YL8NHA/s400/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Skyline From Terminal B's Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqEdt6bcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L4jSBCsEsHI/s1600-h/IMG_1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450708768189890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqEdt6bcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L4jSBCsEsHI/s400/IMG_1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Boys &amp;amp; The Harbor Seals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKuhsrDZkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wxNJjvjk4JU/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455609045444162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKuhsrDZkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wxNJjvjk4JU/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian Taking Connor For A Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Few Random Pictures From The Party Friday Night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyGfJ-VTI/AAAAAAAAANk/X__fTT3tU5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459539607082290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyGfJ-VTI/AAAAAAAAANk/X__fTT3tU5Y/s400/IMG_1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKx7jCRPAI/AAAAAAAAANc/m1zBa5tN_10/s1600-h/IMG_1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459351669947394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKx7jCRPAI/AAAAAAAAANc/m1zBa5tN_10/s400/IMG_1320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKxtuQJ7_I/AAAAAAAAANU/2gkINz9rGaI/s1600-h/IMG_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459114162810866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKxtuQJ7_I/AAAAAAAAANU/2gkINz9rGaI/s400/IMG_1313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKxPzTqM_I/AAAAAAAAANM/dH4pyHepHj0/s1600-h/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458600123610098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKxPzTqM_I/AAAAAAAAANM/dH4pyHepHj0/s400/IMG_1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256457466444314018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKwN0Bc9aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rr3efujtj40/s400/IMG_1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKybFJkRoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TF2jSd6Ca2M/s1600-h/IMG_1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459893403305602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKybFJkRoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TF2jSd6Ca2M/s400/IMG_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKwW6geHbI/AAAAAAAAANE/F3ZvlCChdmk/s1600-h/IMG_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256457622803848626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKwW6geHbI/AAAAAAAAANE/F3ZvlCChdmk/s400/IMG_1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyf64KZ7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vh8yZ5Ldr44/s1600-h/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459976545298354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyf64KZ7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vh8yZ5Ldr44/s400/IMG_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459679443195586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKyOoFgFsI/AAAAAAAAANs/svM2RPsX5cg/s400/IMG_1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-trains.html' title='Trains, Trains, Trains'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SPKqozJGIMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/c-Q6xzmNCpE/s72-c/IMG_1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5749395581939775918</id><published>2008-10-05T23:53:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:34:21.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian is 5!</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've posted anything. Lets see. Christian turned 5 this past Wednesday. He is very excited about that and is telling everyone that he is now 5. He had off from school both Tuesday and Weds, so we went to Pump It Up both mornings for an hour. The boys had a complete blast. They get inside and they just start running and don't stop until it's time to leave. Our neighbor Ryan came with us the second day, on Christian's birthday, so it was extra special. We celebrated with a little cake afterwards, with Grammie and Grampy. We spent the afternoon at Heidi's house, then had another party with Daddy that evening. Christian made cupcakes for his party at school on Friday and finally today was his party with his friends at the gymnastics center that he goes to. It's been a birthday week celebration.....and it's over until next October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor got his chance today to do his "nastics.'" He had the time of his life inside the gym, doing all the stuff that he only gets to watch the big kids do every week. Usually he's desperate to get inside the gym door when we are there for Christian's weekly class, and now I know that he is going to be one sad little boy come Thursday when he can't go back in. I am going to have to look into a class for him soon. He was especially good at doing the rope swing and the foam pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined Christian's class on a field trip last Monday to Honey Pot Hill, a nearby apple orchard. We lucked out and had decent weather and I think all the kids had a fun time. We rode the bus, picked apples, had a picnic, saw animals and pumpkins, then headed back to school. It's always enjoyable to do school related activities, esp. now that he's so much bigger and follows the rules.  Christian and I also went to movie night at school Friday night.  Some of his friends were there, so that made it extra fun.  Bee Movie was playing and all the children wore their PJ's to school at night.  How silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Connor is back to his drop off morning class. Wish us luck....I'm sure he'll be a little sad, but afterwards he'll tell me how fun it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmPdxWzj8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z50aiZ4EE8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253888181932363714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmPdxWzj8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z50aiZ4EE8Q/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Birthday Boy At His Party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmPwIAsZhI/AAAAAAAAALE/aBEmE0s0XhE/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253888497251280402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmPwIAsZhI/AAAAAAAAALE/aBEmE0s0XhE/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In The Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmQA0vEe-I/AAAAAAAAALM/z3yPQTL5wwY/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253888784134863842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmQA0vEe-I/AAAAAAAAALM/z3yPQTL5wwY/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Scully Cap Like Grampy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmQ05B6GKI/AAAAAAAAALU/EZCk3OzhoPY/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253889678640814242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmQ05B6GKI/AAAAAAAAALU/EZCk3OzhoPY/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Birthday Boy And His Mama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRQW6KVXI/AAAAAAAAALc/RpOM88blPIs/s1600-h/Christian+on+Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253890150517855602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRQW6KVXI/AAAAAAAAALc/RpOM88blPIs/s400/Christian+on+Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Boy On The Ice A Few Weeks Back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRcbRFe4I/AAAAAAAAALk/eabBKC8ifv0/s1600-h/Connor+On+Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253890357846178690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRcbRFe4I/AAAAAAAAALk/eabBKC8ifv0/s400/Connor+On+Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRqbD1rJI/AAAAAAAAALs/z2tbo-VlNoY/s1600-h/Boys+Resting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253890598308785298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmRqbD1rJI/AAAAAAAAALs/z2tbo-VlNoY/s400/Boys+Resting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking A Break&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmScbbHwFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_MiC5IefvcA/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891457399898194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmScbbHwFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_MiC5IefvcA/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In The Garden, Digging Holes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmSRf-I2lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/D1JBXJY9QcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891269641951826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmSRf-I2lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/D1JBXJY9QcQ/s400/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Treasures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Watching the boys have so much fun at the party today. Christian is really growing up into a bright little boy, Connor too, but it's so apparent in Christian now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*The autumn weather is wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*I am feeling a bit better today. Huge improvement! Yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*A fun filled week ahead to look forward too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&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/29141334-5749395581939775918?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5749395581939775918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5749395581939775918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5749395581939775918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5749395581939775918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/10/christian-is-5.html' title='Christian is 5!'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SOmPdxWzj8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z50aiZ4EE8Q/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-4021328958888829645</id><published>2008-09-08T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:50:27.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c1 cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Connor Goes To School</title><content type='html'>Big day for Connor. Today he had his first day of school, a drop off play group. I think he was pretty excited because he so desperately wants to join Christian everyday when we drop him off. I kept telling him that we were going to his school. He also loved getting to wear his Thomas Backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did better than I expected when I got ready to leave his class. He did notice other parents leaving and he came over to me for reassurance, then he'd go play again. He was fine when I left, but his teacher told me that he did cry shortly after I left. Luckily he had Puppy to snuggle. When I came back to his room for pickup, his teacher informed me that I had to sign an accident report. Of course, that would be about my luck! Anyhow, Connor has quite a bump under his right eye and a big red mark to boot. I am pretty sure it's going to turn into a black eye. What a way for him to start preschool! He took a tumble while trying to enter a Little Tots Playhouse. He was happy to see me and told me about his boo boo (just in case I couldn't see it!!!) I don't think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dampened&lt;/span&gt; his ideas of school too much though. He smiled the rest of the day when we asked him about it and said it was fun. Hopefully next week will go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor and I spent some time in the back yard after getting home. My big project is to take down the pool. It is almost done. The water is emptied and I pretty much scrubbed it down. I did get a big fright while doing it - and then I just decided that I was done. Guy can take over from here. A frog, about the size of a half dollar came hopping out from under one side of the pool. It scared the daylights out of me at first, mainly because I wasn't expecting it, esp. so close to me. I also am not too fond of many outdoor bugs and creatures I guess. Connor got a crack out of it and was trying to get it.&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, about 2 weeks ago Christian, Connor, James, Cooper and I were in the back yard and we saw a few very tiny frogs hopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wood chips&lt;/span&gt; and the grass. It was amazing how they blended in with the landscape. I ran to get a small bucket to put one in as 'our pet.' I told the 4, 3, 2.5 and almost 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch one frog in particular. I was gone about 1 minute and when I returned, they were all doing something else. So much for the attention span. Anyhow, when I asked them where the frog went, James had a great answer. He told me that "maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ate it." FYI, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 10 months old. Good try :-) At least he had an answer.&lt;br /&gt;We did eventually find the same frog that day, I think, and we captured it for a few hours and watched it. James had a great name for him, Franz, just like his frog. So while I don't mind the smaller species, I am not really a fan of slightly larger frogs.&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics from both boys first days of school and one of the lovely new friend I encountered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having almost 2 hours to myself today while both boys were at school. It was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shopping at the mall, early morning, no stroller and no one to tend to except for myself. (Though I admit, none of the boys, including Guy are ever far from my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Connor play in less than one inch of water in the pool, and hearing him say "slippery" and laugh as he tried to keep upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hearing Christian recap events of his day. I am getting more so far this year than any to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUEbKEfPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YuOpxAJG9bc/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830513617370354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUEbKEfPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YuOpxAJG9bc/s400/First+Day+of+School.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUNIPu14I/AAAAAAAAAKM/haL7ldQY0OM/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830663159666562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUNIPu14I/AAAAAAAAAKM/haL7ldQY0OM/s400/First+Day+of+School+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUXzins4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z5SLKsoNArY/s1600-h/C2+First+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830846580306818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUXzins4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z5SLKsoNArY/s400/C2+First+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUfIQRvRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/i_2ZM2xVCUY/s1600-h/C2+First+Day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830972399598866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUfIQRvRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/i_2ZM2xVCUY/s400/C2+First+Day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we were leaving Connor was in a mood and not really cooperating.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't want his picture taken, but I got a few anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUl8NgxoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ukc4vziO6bg/s1600-h/Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831089425860226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUl8NgxoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ukc4vziO6bg/s400/Frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Interesting marks, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUxHmIIQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SiZyxgMkLFQ/s1600-h/PBJ+Sandwich+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831281460453634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUxHmIIQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SiZyxgMkLFQ/s400/PBJ+Sandwich+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My 4 year old is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; these days.  He only wants to take showers now, washes his own hair, cleans his own body (all with adult products!!)  He has also taken to making his own sandwiches for both when he is hungry and for packing in his lunch box!  He also likes to dress like a chef.  He calls himself a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; Cook Conductor."  I think that stems from wanting to be like his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; someday, liking to pretend cooking in his room at his store, and the last part of the name of course is from his love of trains.  He refers to himself as this title almost daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXU9S8bNEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dLf0jrgOFsU/s1600-h/PBJ+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831490665198658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXU9S8bNEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dLf0jrgOFsU/s400/PBJ+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/29141334-4021328958888829645?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/4021328958888829645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=4021328958888829645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4021328958888829645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/4021328958888829645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-day-for-connor.html' title='Connor Goes To School'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SMXUEbKEfPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YuOpxAJG9bc/s72-c/First+Day+of+School.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-1401166339399198155</id><published>2008-09-03T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:11:20.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lock down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-school'/><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>It's been a few weeks since I posted last. The rest of summer vacation went by quickly. We spent Labor Day weekend on the Cape and thoroughly enjoyed the 'end of summer.' Christian had a few more swimming lessons with Dana in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt;, played with Brian, walked on the jetty's of both Cold Storage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harborside&lt;/span&gt; beaches, mini golfed, went to Sundae School, ate at our favorite restaurant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sesuit&lt;/span&gt; Harbor Cafe (overlooking the harbor)......he's a lucky kid. Connor enjoyed some of those excursions, and stayed back with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; at other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian started his final year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school on Tuesday. Last week I took him to his orientation and he was very happy to see the familiar faces of his teachers and friends. He got right back into the groove of school the first day, but was quite exhausted when he got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, day two......quite a lot of events took place. He went to school in the morning, but I received a reverse 911 call from our town alerting us to a drunk, suicidal man carrying a knife (also noted to have said to his wife that he intended to commit suicide by cop) in the vicinity very close to his school. The town message said to stay indoors, lock your doors and stop all outdoor activity. That was a little frightening! His school, and others in the area, went into lock down. I was able to pick him up soon after, I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to. There was a police officer stationed at the door where our drive up, drop off / pick up takes place. That made me, and I'm sure other parents and teachers, feel safer. The whole scene was pretty surreal. There were cops and state troopers all over the main roads (near school), helicopters above and news stations just down the road at a church parking lot that turned into a command center. Finally around 6 pm they did find the man, very close to his house, alive and with 2 knives and handcuffs on his person. I'd say that our police did the right thing locking down the schools as a safety precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after this long day, I'm feeling pretty drained. I haven't been getting enough rest lately and I am definitely feeling it. It's off to bed now. Tomorrow I'll post Christian's back to school photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enjoying Connor time.  The days are filled with just him and I now that Christian is back in school.  He's a different kid without his big brother around - for better or worse.  He definitely misses Christian and wants to be at school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm thankful that everyone is O.K after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; events and that no one was harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving the wonderful end of summer, September days.  The weather has been absolutely perfect over the past week or so.  No humidity and perfect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sun shining&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-1401166339399198155?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/1401166339399198155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=1401166339399198155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1401166339399198155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1401166339399198155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-7251310654779472809</id><published>2008-08-17T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:54:19.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching Our Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday night and we're still on the Cape.  Guy came and went and I decided to stay down here with the boys for at least another night or two.   The weather has been pretty perfect so I figure, why leave yet?  The boys are in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy arrived on Saturday, mid-afternoon.  We took the boys to Cold Storage for about an hour and they frolicked around on the beach.  Guy dug them a big hole in the sand, filled with water and they had countless jumps into it.  They also had a good time rolling around in it.....lets just say that they were completely covered with sand, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy took Christian out on the jetty and they walked the rocks to the end.  Christian  had not done that before, so that was quite an achievement.  Connor and I met them on the wall, but we only did a few rocks, he's way too little, but don't tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an 8PM dinner reservation at the Lighthouse Inn with the boys and with Mom and Dad.  They met us there.  The kids loved wandering the grounds, playing in the playground, going near the water, etc.  It's fun for us to go back there every year to celebrate yet another year of being married.  We had a table on the water which was perfect because around 8:30, West Dennis Beach had fireworks as part of the Dennis Festival Days Celebration.  We could sort of see them from our table, but could also go out onto the deck to watch with everyone else.  Connor was hysterical.  They were pretty loud, and he just kept saying "Boom!  Boom!  Boom!"  Christian also liked them better his second time around.....July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was quite an experience for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took Christian up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt; for a swim lesson with Dana.  He's doing terrific, starting to swim with her without his bubble pack on.  He loves his lessons with her and tells me that they are so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone, Guy and Connor went on a bike ride down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chapin&lt;/span&gt; Beach.  They were gone for a while and on the way back Guy told us that Connor kept nodding off in his seat.  He kept feeling Connors head bumping into his back.  Poor little Connor must have been so tired, but I'd imagine that getting biked around could lull me to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon Guy and I took Christian mini-golfing.  Have I mentioned that Christian's new favorite activity is mini-golfing?  We've gone 4 days in a row now!!!!  He loves it.  We move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the 18 holes pretty quick too.  We followed mini-golf up with an ice cream at Holiday Hill, and a visit to their arcade.  Does life get any better for a 4 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy headed home tonight and the boys went down to sleep a little while ago.  Tomorrow sounds nice, so I'm sure we're going to make it a beach day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-7251310654779472809?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/7251310654779472809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=7251310654779472809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7251310654779472809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7251310654779472809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/08/stretching-our-summer-vacation.html' title='Stretching Our Summer Vacation'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-7893711427379198653</id><published>2008-08-15T22:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:15:32.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Cape</title><content type='html'>We're on the Cape again. Christian came down a day early with Grampy, on Tuesday and had Grammy and Grampy all to himself for an entire 24 hours. He was in heaven. I think that is an understatement! That also means that I had a lot of quality time with Connor and boy did he miss his big brother. They may not always play wonderfully, but I would definitely say that Connor missed Christian. He asked about him often and I think that he's happy to be around him again, even if that means a lot of intervening on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Zac and I went to the Saw Doctors &lt;a href="http://www.sawdoctors.com/"&gt;www.sawdoctors.com&lt;/a&gt; concert at the Cape Cod Melody Tent. They played an amazing concert. I am thinking that it's about the 10th time that I've seen them over about 10 years, and they never get old. It was Dad's 2nd time. He was actually up in Hyannis getting tickets to a show for tomorrow night and he randomly ran into the band in the parking lot. Go figure his luck....Luck of the Irish??? He went over to them and asked them 'who the Saw Doctors were???' and they told him that they were. Well, once he told them that he saw them back at the Roxy in 2007, they got his joke. They are from Tuam, in Galway, the same town and county that my fathers grandmother was from. Without a doubt, I'd bet they know the family farm. He was upset with himself later on, for not asking them. Anyhow, he bought a pair of tickets and we went off to the show last night. They sold the concert out and it was so much fun! They have such a mix of listeners, old, young, Irish, American it makes for a pretty amazing time. Can't wait for next winters show in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to sleep in and when I got up, I put Connor in for a nap. My dad stayed home with him and Christian and I joined my mom at her pool. It was delightful! The water was warm and Christian had himself a blast swimming. When we were done, we stopped for a round of mini-golf at the same place where Christian and I golfed yesterday. He is completely obsessed with mini-golfing these days. He already has plans to do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped off at Seagull Beach in Yarmouth for a little while late afternoon today. It was nice. Not too crowded but there was a ton of seaweed on the Nantucket Sound side, like always. I wouldn't have wanted to step foot in that water, the seaweed is just too much. Anyhow, we took a nice walk out to a jetty, then came back. I carried Connor most of the way, so my right arm is quite tired tonight, but it was very peaceful. We collected a lot of shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and Brian played for a while tonight before dinner. They rode bikes and then played baseball and tee ball in Brian's yard. They are both quite good hitters. Enough so that I think by next summer, I might not want to pitch the ball to them in fear of getting hit.....hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy has decided to join us down here tomorrow, so we are all looking forward to his visit. He hasn't had much down time this summer. He's been pretty busy. We'll have a lot of fun while he's here. We were going to go to Uncle Kevin's party to see Kevin now that he's back for a visit from FL, but I think we'll have to squeeze in a visit to him sometime this week instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going blueberry picking in the morning!  Should be wonderful and yummy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Connor stuff seashells into his pockets today at the beach.  Grammy taught him where his pockets are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking the boys to the trampolines.....they absolutely love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swimming with Christian in the pool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeping In.  It's one of my favorite activities :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Getting to see one of my favorite bands live again with my Dad.  We both truly enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-7893711427379198653?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/7893711427379198653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=7893711427379198653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7893711427379198653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/7893711427379198653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-on-cape.html' title='Back On The Cape'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-1713409972358856886</id><published>2008-08-10T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:23:33.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Summer Day</title><content type='html'>Gorgeous summer day.....well at least it was until this evening when yet another rainstorm moved in. It's crazy how many thunder and lightning storms we've had in the past few weeks. It seems like it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; a daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; and frankly I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an early start today. Both boys walked into our room bright and early this morning at 6 am! Christian was leading, Connor following. Christian announced that they were awake, so it was time for us to wake up. Unlike most other mornings, I let Guy sleep in and I got out of bed. I have a feeling that Connor was the ring leader of the early wake up. He's just loving all the freedom that comes with getting rid of the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite a bit of time around the house today just hanging out and catching up. Guy cut the grass - not a small job - and I played many innings of T-ball, complete with base running. It is actually pretty amusing, especially when you see Connors version of it. We also had many races in our back yard. I'm sure to be sore tomorrow! Christian is quite fast and loves the challenge. We have many fun exchanges about who is the fastest. Perhaps he'll have a future in it, he's certainly got the energy. Then there's Connor. He wants to play too but is still too young to understand the "ready, set, go" part. So we're at the finish line and he's just started.....but he sure is proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Playing with the boys in the yard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visiting Hanson Farm. We love getting our weeks fresh veggies there and it's such a fun outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relaxing time with the kids in the hot tub today. They were both going under &amp;amp; Christian is now wearing goggles :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-1713409972358856886?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/1713409972358856886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=1713409972358856886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1713409972358856886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1713409972358856886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/08/gorgeous-summer-day.html' title='Gorgeous Summer Day'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5720355221367153637</id><published>2008-08-08T22:44:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:29:07.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>Since I last posted, all of the out of town visitors arrived and we had quite the little party here at our digs. It was really a ton of fun and for being such a mix of relatives and friends, I think everyone mingled well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian, Dad and I went to pick up Julie, John, Liv, Maddie and Thomas at the airport. That was super fun for Christian. He loves the entire ride, tunnels, tolls and train spotting to boot. Then it's just super cool for him, once we are actually at Logan. They arrived no problem and we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, Justine, Julie and Lily had already arrived with Aunt Marige and Uncle Dick. It was wonderful to see Justine again and to finally meet and put a face with Julie and Lily after hearing about them for quite a while. Julie was really nice and Lily extremely cute - they all seem so happy together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely everyone came and the afternoon was fun, despite a bit of rain mid-afternoon. The kids all played well together and had a chance to go in the pool with Justine (despite her saying how cold it was), then the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a bunch of photos, of which I have tons more. I love our family parties because there is always so much going on, lots of laughter and joy and lots of little jokes. This time around I especially enjoyed one joke between Uncle Kevin and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to come of our visit with J &amp;amp; J and J &amp;amp; J on the Cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0GJj9v1NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DzC8LROIugs/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345103417201874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0GJj9v1NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DzC8LROIugs/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julie and Justine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0LUSaF9UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1RP6J8gPcDc/s1600-h/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350785240954178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0LUSaF9UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1RP6J8gPcDc/s400/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grammie and Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345356236758066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0GYRyoHDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GHrXQXuOFm4/s400/DSC_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 'Cool' Sunglass Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0HJlywfMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ed54OsMusj8/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346203419606210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0HJlywfMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ed54OsMusj8/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Dick and Donald&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0LPaHQ6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8w0h_XQWM3k/s1600-h/DSC_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350701410118450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0LPaHQ6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8w0h_XQWM3k/s400/DSC_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Charlene's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0G2dzMl5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/thJt7ESgA5o/s1600-h/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345874856449938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0G2dzMl5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/thJt7ESgA5o/s400/DSC_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Judy and Joann and the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0Hkz-fx_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0dIq6YfDVdc/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346671083407346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0Hkz-fx_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0dIq6YfDVdc/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grampy and Thomas....Gotta Love the Saw Doctors Tee, All The Way From Taum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0ISSU1LcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4m_izg9HgUI/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232347452324261314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0ISSU1LcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4m_izg9HgUI/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddie, Christian, Olivia and Connor...Of many photos, this was perhaps the best of the group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0KhZhfvAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AehbT0HwxZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232349910977723394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0KhZhfvAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AehbT0HwxZ0/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the Hot Tub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0KvJeaSsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q4l4UqMmQ2c/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350147187985090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0KvJeaSsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q4l4UqMmQ2c/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Young Contingent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0K8lp7dqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HMftsOXBv98/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350378090788514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0K8lp7dqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HMftsOXBv98/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Julie and Lily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing lots of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Getting a new look at Joann's ever growing baby belly!! Can't wait for November 8th :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finally meeting baby Thomas - such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finally meeting Julie and Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing my brother and Julie and the girls after 2 years....that's a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-5720355221367153637?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5720355221367153637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5720355221367153637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5720355221367153637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5720355221367153637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/08/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJ0GJj9v1NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DzC8LROIugs/s72-c/DSC_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-1333454249527684404</id><published>2008-07-30T21:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:20:13.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost August</title><content type='html'>What a week. Since my last post, we've been on the run. We were at the Cape again last week for a few days and the weather was great. We took a ride on the Cape Cod Railway on Friday which ended up being a fun trip. We boarded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had a 2 hour round trip up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sagamore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bridge in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The boys absolutely loved it.....though I think that the last 1/2 hour or so felt a bit long. We learned some history that we didn't know and even learned the correct whistle a train makes when approaching crossings. Christian has since brought his own train whistle to the train at the playground at the beach and is able to make the same sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor has been quite a handful the past few days. I can pretty much sum him up by saying that most things that he's not suppose to be doing or touching, he is. I think it all started with the crib/bed change last week. I am hoping that the old, mellow, follow the rules Connor returns to me soon because man, I'm feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the homestead, we're just getting ready for the party this weekend. We're looking forward to seeing all the family and John and Julie and the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEczRTlYmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/v6IulbaclZk/s1600-h/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992309498307170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEczRTlYmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/v6IulbaclZk/s400/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor and Christian waving goodbye to Daddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian is teaching Connor to wave the right way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEc5NQ1EyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kvHsXptlueE/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992411492225826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEc5NQ1EyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kvHsXptlueE/s400/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian riding his new 'Motorbike' on the Cape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdSo_1DqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Y6sBZUYxpIg/s1600-h/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992848433843874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdSo_1DqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Y6sBZUYxpIg/s400/IMG_0687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cape Cod Railway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEc-Mus7-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/H3KGmAYnrNE/s1600-h/IMG_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992497248432098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEc-Mus7-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/H3KGmAYnrNE/s400/IMG_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdCYFBo3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9FH1f4T-mNU/s1600-h/IMG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992569014330226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdCYFBo3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9FH1f4T-mNU/s400/IMG_0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group Photo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdKdk5n2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/meXWrZgt04M/s1600-h/IMG_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992707929153378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdKdk5n2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/meXWrZgt04M/s400/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grammy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdF238tqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yRzFXCTNV8/s1600-h/IMG_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992628820588194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdF238tqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yRzFXCTNV8/s400/IMG_0658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor and his Mammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdOUHJtuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_GzFP-9KEmw/s1600-h/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992774107936482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdOUHJtuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_GzFP-9KEmw/s400/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Connor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdXb7NUyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zlgh3MuaHUE/s1600-h/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992930824147746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdXb7NUyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zlgh3MuaHUE/s400/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian conducting the train at the beach, whistle in hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdgpecqKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XHEAD5OfNPI/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228993089080436898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdgpecqKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XHEAD5OfNPI/s400/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this is one of my favorite pictures yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can just imagine all of them out for a drive in another decade or so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdb1YFQCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D-Z_fsey7gw/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228993006375616546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEdb1YFQCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D-Z_fsey7gw/s400/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Treasures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*All of the wonderful weather we've been having.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*A trip out to the hair salon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Seeing all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; things that Connor has been up to. Though it's a little crazy now, I know that I will think back to all of them someday when he's older and smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Listening to all of the things that Christian talks about - he is learning so much.&lt;/p&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/29141334-1333454249527684404?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/1333454249527684404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=1333454249527684404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1333454249527684404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/1333454249527684404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-almost-august.html' title='It&apos;s almost August'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SJEczRTlYmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/v6IulbaclZk/s72-c/IMG_0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5502398856999255943</id><published>2008-07-23T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:21:15.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's got a 'big boy' bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I decided to bite the bullet today and just disassemble the crib and pull out the toddler bed for Connor. He slept thru the night fine last night, but climbed out again this morning. I figure that sooner or later he's got to learn, so there's no better time like the moment to give him a real bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedtime tonight proved a little tricky. Connor cried, which is a bit unusual. I put Christian to bed, at which point Connor decided it was a good time to bolt from his room. I intercepted him mid-run. He was basically going every which way to get away from me. I put him back in his bed, finished with Christian and then had to tend to Connor again. I found him in his bed, crying with his 'new' (Christian's old) sneakers in his hands. Now that he can come and go freely, he chose to get out and get the shoes he'd like to wear to bed himself. He's probably wanted to do that for the last year, but hasn't been able to - he loves shoes like I do. So, I put them on him, then took him to Christian's room to show him that Christian was in bed trying to sleep too. That seemed to settle him. I put him down again and this time he stayed. Wish me luck thru the night. It could be interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Guy took my car to work so that he could bring it to Mike @ night and have him replace the tires. That meant that we stayed home all day long. I guess it was the perfect day for that since it was quite stormy on and off all day. It felt a bit like winter or early spring. We did venture out a few times to play in puddles, but each time the horn on the golf course went off,warning of lightning strikes. I was able to get a lot of indoor projects done, so at least it was productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfX23nPDQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8_N_TK4g-6g/s1600-h/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226383230228172034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfX23nPDQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8_N_TK4g-6g/s400/IMG_0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is how I found Connor right after he fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfYOspnvqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bVD-xxindbM/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226383639602249378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfYOspnvqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bVD-xxindbM/s400/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I removed the Puppies, but notice the shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfYKc7QB3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GLUgeDWu6sA/s1600-h/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226383566661748594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfYKc7QB3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GLUgeDWu6sA/s400/IMG_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Chrisitan getting his Zsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfXrIjb2UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/scBmtbuZHnA/s1600-h/IMG_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226383028617206082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfXrIjb2UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/scBmtbuZHnA/s400/IMG_0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; A pic from Connor over the weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Treasures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*The boys were much happier over all today, they played well and less intervening on my part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-5502398856999255943?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5502398856999255943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5502398856999255943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5502398856999255943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5502398856999255943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/connors-got-big-boy-bed.html' title='Connor&apos;s got a &apos;big boy&apos; bed'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIfX23nPDQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8_N_TK4g-6g/s72-c/IMG_0617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-2449944984110040198</id><published>2008-07-22T21:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:45:52.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor learned a new trick today</title><content type='html'>As luck would have it, today Connor learned a new trick. Up until now, he has been a champion sleeper (except for one recent night on the Cape!!!). He goes to bed fairly easy, even for naps. Well, today I put him in and I knew that he was pretty exhausted. I thought that he had gone to sleep, as all was quiet upstairs. Christian was settled with a movie, and I went to the basement to clean up some glass that had fallen. I wasn't down there 10 minutes when I heard a lot of footsteps above my head, then just seconds later, a little voice was coming down the basement steps to greet me "All done nap Mama, all done nap Mama." We officially have a crib climber outer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll just have to see what develops over the next few days, if he continues the pattern or if it was just a one time deal. He might be making the big leap to the toddler bed soon. Christian was a climber, but he never attempted to climb out of his crib. Then I hit the jackpot when I transitioned him to his toddler, then big boy bed. I feared that he'd never stay in it long, but from day one, once he got into it, he never got out on his own. He'd just call or cry for us to come to him. I was amazed. For someone who didn't follow too many rules, that was a blessing. I'm not so sure I'll have such an easy time with Connor. He's got his own agenda. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Lucy over in the morning for a little while, then we ran some errands. In the afternoon, Heidi, James, Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came to play. My boys were a little wound up. We couldn't help but wonder if the full moon last night had something to do with how everyone was playing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hearing Connor tell me in his sweet voice that he decided he was done napping. As much as I want him to sleep, it was somewhat amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We passed the week milestone of Christian wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;under ware&lt;/span&gt; to bed and he's been successful in staying dry. Yippee!!  I had doubts the day would ever come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hanging out with a new friend and finding humor what the little boys do......sometimes, even if it's not so humorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-2449944984110040198?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/2449944984110040198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=2449944984110040198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2449944984110040198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2449944984110040198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/connor-learned-new-trick-today.html' title='Connor learned a new trick today'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-2265655420006154056</id><published>2008-07-18T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:35:51.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool</title><content type='html'>We've got a new pool! I am so excited, perhaps more so than the kids will be! Guy and I met last night after he finished work and we picked it out. It was pretty late when we got back, but he started to work on putting it together and filling it up. Tonight he finished, so we should be able to use it tomorrow :-) I know that the boys will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days have just been quite busy. Yesterday we went to the playground with Heidi and the boys. It was quite the happening place, loads of kids. The boys all enjoyed themselves and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt; is just the happiest, most content baby I think I've come across. Today we played at their house for a bit in the morning and spent the afternoon hours here, trying to stay cool. Christian was actually willing to share his race car with Connor for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;increments&lt;/span&gt; of time this afternoon too, which is just huge! Connor was so thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIFBCb8ms0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/60mTIOHZII8/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224528552843981634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIFBCb8ms0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/60mTIOHZII8/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The new pool - almost ready to be used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-2265655420006154056?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/2265655420006154056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=2265655420006154056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2265655420006154056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2265655420006154056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/weve-got-new-pool-i-am-so-excited.html' title='The Pool'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SIFBCb8ms0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/60mTIOHZII8/s72-c/DSC_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5677395326986177993</id><published>2008-07-15T22:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:32:56.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another summer day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where does the time go? Our days are so busy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turn around I feel like it's 10 PM and almost time to go to bed so we can wake up and start all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I did some sale shopping for the boys, planning ahead for next summer. I visited a bunch of stores and really did get some bargains. I do think that I am now all set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; next summer, except for the occasional fun outfits I might buy for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;James came over for a visit today. It was extra special because Christian and James got to play for almost 2 hours alone, with no siblings. It was interesting for me to see them play and converse. I told Heidi that they had one very unique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; about 'strangers'. Oh, if you could have heard it. A four year old talking to an almost 3 year old about strangers.  Yes, it was that special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all had a great afternoon and Heidi joined us after Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keegan's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;.  Again, the weather was perfect so we stayed outside, went in the hot tub and the kids all played until it was time for our friends to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was out and about today I got Connor a new Spider Man big wheels.  It is his own special toy, and he knows that it is his and not Christian's.  For those of you who might not know, Christian believes that every toy belongs to him, no matter how hard I work to make him realize that they don't.  It was a bit of a challenge for me to piece the bike together, but eventually I did.  Guy might have to look it over tomorrow though.  Anyhow, Connor really enjoyed riding around on it later this evening.  While they were outside with Guy, Dana and Ryan stopped over for a visit.  We enjoyed their company, but poor Christian was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; over tired that he wasn't much fun towards the end of the visit.  Tomorrow he should be well rested again.....I hope.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1a_VFVxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J9GXbylO_VI/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431186857444754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1a_VFVxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J9GXbylO_VI/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James and  Christian playing Play Dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bIE2EnNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s8u08OHqtTc/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431337117261010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bIE2EnNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s8u08OHqtTc/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chrisitan and James in the hot tub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bD6IVIyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5QwpHuVmgiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431265521574690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bD6IVIyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5QwpHuVmgiQ/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing on the patio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bNa4UfqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/94UAX0B8cSY/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431428931616418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1bNa4UfqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/94UAX0B8cSY/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cooper and Connor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-5677395326986177993?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5677395326986177993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5677395326986177993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5677395326986177993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5677395326986177993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-another-summer-day.html' title='Just another summer day'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SH1a_VFVxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/J9GXbylO_VI/s72-c/DSC_0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-2308330204500739077</id><published>2008-07-14T21:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:08:44.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play dough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline'/><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Well, what were we up to today? Lets see. Our day started early, with lots of play dough! We moved onto to color wonder finger painting, and shortly thereafter, Caroline and Juli arrived. Caroline stayed with us for a few hours and played today. I think she had a blast and at times just sort of sat back and took in all that the boys were up to. The four of us spent a bit of time in the hot tub, then moved on for a popcorn snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Grampy also arrived this afternoon, much to the delight of Christian and Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we also went down to Susanne's house for a while before dinner. She got a new jumpy castle for her girls and the boys loved it. It will be a hit this summer. All in all a very busy day, with another coming up quickly. James will be coming over tomorrow afternoon. Christian is very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCosR_amI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jEFPu3hk1y8/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052565947574882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCosR_amI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jEFPu3hk1y8/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Play dough in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCspuigJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GVUt07joqZU/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052633981485202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCspuigJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GVUt07joqZU/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian and Caroline "cooking at the store"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCwzEMwpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2g_pE6D9FWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052705207730834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCwzEMwpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2g_pE6D9FWQ/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popcorn time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwC1lotP7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GPmhXcxHiNU/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052787502104498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwC1lotP7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GPmhXcxHiNU/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-2308330204500739077?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/2308330204500739077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=2308330204500739077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2308330204500739077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/2308330204500739077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-what-were-we-up-to-today-lets-see.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHwCosR_amI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jEFPu3hk1y8/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5543966278554167736</id><published>2008-07-13T21:00:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:42:53.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><title type='text'>Day Trip into Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a lazy first half of our day, just taking our time getting going. Sunday mornings are great for that. Guy let me sleep in and once I was up and going, the boys and I headed outside. We spent a while in the hot tub, which was totally relaxing. It was a perfect day. After the hot tub, the boys went off to play in their kiddie pools and with hoses. The hoses seem to entertain them for hours. Luckily we have two close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, so they each get their own in the same area. (No fighting!!) Guy came out to join us and he did a bunch of yard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By mid afternoon we were ready for a change, so we headed out to do an errand. Once we were out and about, Guy had the idea to head into town to the Frog Pond. We do go there fairly often, and last time Christian was itching to get in the water, as he had done last summer. Today we didn't have swim suits, but I always have plenty of extra clothes in the car so that worked perfect for them. They were having a blast splashing around with loads of other kids until a guard told Christian "No Running" which somewhat scared him. After that he wanted to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We eventually got them changed and took a stroll over to the public gardens to see the Swan Boats. There were plenty of people around, taking advantage of the great weather. The boys liked watching the ducks and ducklings in the water. Soon thereafter we headed back to our car to go home. Equally eventful for the kiddos is the ride to and from the city, driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the tunnels which just make their eyes sparkle. Guy even commented that we could just do that all day, drive around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the different tunnels and they'd be just as happy at the end of the day. Oh, to be a little boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Treasures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Sleeping in......oh how I love sleep!  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Playing with the boys outside in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Watching Christian and Connor's faces and smiles as we drove thru the Boston Tunnels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Having family time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpaglbCoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wyzbqHXD-Ok/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672990778100354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpaglbCoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wyzbqHXD-Ok/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor playing this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpfAhxvnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M0MbHJMFX1w/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673068072222322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpfAhxvnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M0MbHJMFX1w/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian making a river in the mud with his hose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlm-CzUXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BUqfmcs5Ebs/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668806797873522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlm-CzUXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BUqfmcs5Ebs/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys helping Daddy out with his yard work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlamx3h-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/c_29cw6Qd0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668594394400738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlamx3h-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/c_29cw6Qd0Q/s400/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlgoI9_hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5lO1qnYFmUk/s1600-h/IMG_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668697838943762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlgoI9_hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5lO1qnYFmUk/s400/IMG_0565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking thru the Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqls31QWZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QoPmdeaFonk/s1600-h/IMG_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668908209658258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqls31QWZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QoPmdeaFonk/s400/IMG_0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys and I playing in Frog Pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqmaMIiOsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EMGVwkbbQQw/s1600-h/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669686753344194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqmaMIiOsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EMGVwkbbQQw/s400/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHql2jjh2YI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V__u3yoQxKw/s1600-h/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669074565290370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHql2jjh2YI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V__u3yoQxKw/s400/IMG_0582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A beautiful tree near the Swan Boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlxV9RRKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7qIiHIaCDe8/s1600-h/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668985015813282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqlxV9RRKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7qIiHIaCDe8/s400/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Swan Boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqmq0JBoNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ob-ZPKdBtGk/s1600-h/IMG_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669972370727122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqmq0JBoNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ob-ZPKdBtGk/s400/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor getting a ride from Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqml7EwSMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QLJ5EkDBxHI/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669888332515522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqml7EwSMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QLJ5EkDBxHI/s400/IMG_0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor and Daddy checking out the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpWZRk01I/AAAAAAAAAFM/wj-gnhGjRCc/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672920096330578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpWZRk01I/AAAAAAAAAFM/wj-gnhGjRCc/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hydrangeas in my yard&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/29141334-5543966278554167736?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5543966278554167736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5543966278554167736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5543966278554167736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5543966278554167736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_13.html' title='Day Trip into Boston'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHqpaglbCoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wyzbqHXD-Ok/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-9153443771477281103</id><published>2008-07-12T20:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:28:24.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Around</title><content type='html'>Today was just a day for for hanging 'round the house. The boys and I played in the yard a lot and Guy got some errands done. It was a milestone day for Christian. He had his last speech therapy session with Shanna! Shanna started working with him almost 2.5 years ago and she has been truly a godsend for him. I credit her hard work and determination in his learning to talk and for so many other skills he has gained with her. Though we'll miss seeing her at Sherri's, we will still get together with her and Brady. So, it's not really goodbye, just another end to one of the chapters in the book of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Spending individual time with each boy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Connor completely enjoy his donut this afternoon - his face and hands were covered with glaze.&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to Christian trying to convince me to drive over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sagamore&lt;/span&gt; bridge on our next outing to the Cape. He's quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;negotiator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the boys playing in the yard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlHkMG_64I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tg97vaIgAdE/s1600-h/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222283929964243842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlHkMG_64I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tg97vaIgAdE/s400/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlHu8302iI/AAAAAAAAADA/o4wzneNP1nI/s1600-h/IMG_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222284114852633122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlHu8302iI/AAAAAAAAADA/o4wzneNP1nI/s400/IMG_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlH5RnLshI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ym9NiW3_iLE/s1600-h/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222284292218663442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlH5RnLshI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ym9NiW3_iLE/s400/IMG_0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlID1_smXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAq5BTvexQs/s1600-h/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222284473783851378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlID1_smXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAq5BTvexQs/s400/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-9153443771477281103?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/9153443771477281103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=9153443771477281103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/9153443771477281103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/9153443771477281103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Hanging Around'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHlHkMG_64I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tg97vaIgAdE/s72-c/IMG_0519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-3731040061076955679</id><published>2008-07-11T20:40:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:29:01.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind Trip</title><content type='html'>We just got back from our whirlwind trip to the Cape. We are all wiped out, but we had a great time. This morning we spent time at one of my favorite places, Mayflower Beach. It was low tide while we were there and we had a blast. The boys were worn out from all the walking, running and playing that they did. I spent countless hours there as a kid and have so many special memories of that beach and playing with friends. It's so special that the tradition is now carried on with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the remainder of the afternoon just hanging out at the house and playing in the yard. Connor enjoyed testing his boundaries, trying to escape the yard at times. Grampy took Christian mini golfing, so he enjoyed that special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also including a cute picture of Judy and Jack doing the "Happy Dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;* Watching Christian jumping around in the sand and write words in it.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Connor pick up speed the moment I'd call his name to come back to the yard. He thinks it's a rather fun game and gets all excited.&lt;br /&gt;*Being happy for my parents, the past two days were pretty monumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgFYhj6bQI/AAAAAAAAABM/HtoFxNK12Xs/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221929686820089090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgFYhj6bQI/AAAAAAAAABM/HtoFxNK12Xs/s400/IMG_0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is "The Happy Dance"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgGzQmm3eI/AAAAAAAAABk/oc3JnCShhpE/s1600-h/IMG_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931245636083170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgGzQmm3eI/AAAAAAAAABk/oc3JnCShhpE/s400/IMG_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of Judy's Garden shots. Beautiful Hydrangeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgGqQBuqPI/AAAAAAAAABc/HsOPbzC2Gro/s1600-h/IMG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931090862582002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgGqQBuqPI/AAAAAAAAABc/HsOPbzC2Gro/s400/IMG_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgG9-QNjuI/AAAAAAAAABs/nEp7RdkbxlY/s1600-h/IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931429688872674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgG9-QNjuI/AAAAAAAAABs/nEp7RdkbxlY/s400/IMG_0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgHIxFc47I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DZtqJId0WHo/s1600-h/IMG_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931615132640178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgHIxFc47I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DZtqJId0WHo/s400/IMG_0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor helps to water plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgFsHw0WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/6fgRuWojHxw/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221930023492278466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgFsHw0WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/6fgRuWojHxw/s400/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christian taking a break at Mayflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgHUHFdHPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/b3fNeQZrkmM/s1600-h/IMG_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931810016795890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgHUHFdHPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/b3fNeQZrkmM/s400/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back at home tonight, Guy and the boys hanging out on his truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-3731040061076955679?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/3731040061076955679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=3731040061076955679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3731040061076955679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3731040061076955679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-just-got-back-from-our-whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind Trip'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgFYhj6bQI/AAAAAAAAABM/HtoFxNK12Xs/s72-c/IMG_0512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-5549266146058052561</id><published>2008-07-10T21:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:29:21.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to the Cape</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgDw0PQMEI/AAAAAAAAABE/EsD_RNd5f8E/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we really did have a wonderful day. We started off the day with a trip to the bookstore. The boys were quite disappointed to find out that the train table had been taken away. However, they were easily amused picking out books and sitting to read them. Christian of course picked out 5 Thomas books that he wanted to buy, but we were able to leave the store with only one Thomas book each. On the way out of the store Christian spied Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, a book that he absolutely loves from school, so he was able to convince me to purchase it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, we headed back to the Cape to meet up with Niamh and Lucas. We had a terrific visit, I think the boys all enjoyed each other. First we went to the playground in the center of Falmouth, then we strolled around. Niamh and I found lovely earrings for a great buy! Next we stopped for ice cream, then we headed back to the campground to change. Then it was off to the beach. It was quite the windy day at the beach with big rolling waves and a cool, but perfect breeze. We stayed for almost an hour. She's flying home tomorrow and we'll miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are at Grammie and Grampy's house. They got their first ice cream from the local ice cream truck driving by in the neighborhood tonight. They played with Brian for a while and now they are all settled in and fast asleep. They need their rest because I know that tomorrow will be another fun filled, nonstop, summer Cape day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures:&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing Niamh again and meeting Lucas while he was awake :-)&lt;br /&gt;*Strolling around Falmouth&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Connors eyes light up when he was sharing his popsicle with Grampy!&lt;br /&gt;* Seeing how much Christian enjoys playing with Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221925517381679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgBl1MVOSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bRlZcHErBa8/s320/IMG_0466.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Niamh and Lucas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221925851648472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgB5SbvtxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QNzQ1pOs-bM/s320/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Connor at the Beach in Falmouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgDw0PQMEI/AAAAAAAAABE/EsD_RNd5f8E/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221927905127313474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgDw0PQMEI/AAAAAAAAABE/EsD_RNd5f8E/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We think Lucas enjoyed being in the middle, esp. with that Orange ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221926415529993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgCaHDk5JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2N-ZvTniz60/s320/IMG_0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us back at the campground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-5549266146058052561?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/5549266146058052561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=5549266146058052561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5549266146058052561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/5549266146058052561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-we-really-did-have-wonderful-day.html' title='Heading to the Cape'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgBl1MVOSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bRlZcHErBa8/s72-c/IMG_0466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29141334.post-3294923780332788459</id><published>2008-07-09T23:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:29:49.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>Summer feels like it is in full swing. We had a great week on the Cape. This is the first year that we saw fireworks over at Sesuit Harbor. The Marina was packed, but we walked our way up to Harborside beach and found ourselves a spot. This was Christians first time of actually seeing fireworks. He seemed to like them. Perhaps tolerate is a better word. He was a bit put off by the noise they made, but he was a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;We are heading back down to the Cape tomorrow morning and are meeting up with Niamh and Lucas. It should be a great visit, then she's back to Wexford on Friday. Hopefully it won't be so long before we meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOC7OVKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/F99oMWi3WMU/s1600-h/IMG_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221939211356416162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOC7OVKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/F99oMWi3WMU/s400/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water gun fights....Christian is rather good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgN5Yi-WjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PXRQ5A3A0J8/s1600-h/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221939047428938290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgN5Yi-WjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PXRQ5A3A0J8/s400/IMG_0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgNxUMp4gI/AAAAAAAAACI/i4ahX6cSqKY/s1600-h/IMG_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221938908822626818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgNxUMp4gI/AAAAAAAAACI/i4ahX6cSqKY/s400/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grampy is a good sport&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOfW1NXHI/AAAAAAAAACw/8GbTyOSGGH8/s1600-h/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221939699803577458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOfW1NXHI/AAAAAAAAACw/8GbTyOSGGH8/s400/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor goes for a bike ride with Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOSpeFQmI/AAAAAAAAACo/3gYGtUkIFDc/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221939481468551778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOSpeFQmI/AAAAAAAAACo/3gYGtUkIFDc/s400/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOOHiZ8YI/AAAAAAAAACg/OvPFCnOx350/s1600-h/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221939403640402306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOOHiZ8YI/AAAAAAAAACg/OvPFCnOx350/s400/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the beach for fireworks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29141334-3294923780332788459?l=cuggino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/feeds/3294923780332788459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29141334&amp;postID=3294923780332788459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3294923780332788459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29141334/posts/default/3294923780332788459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuggino.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-feels-like-it-is-in-full-swing.html' title='Our Mini Vacation'/><author><name>KateC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170174870427862712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6a4d9eulCE/SHgOC7OVKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/F99oMWi3WMU/s72-c/IMG_0415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
