tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70957359192202282532024-03-05T12:15:45.254-05:00Smith and Addison DayDanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-87112680473418373982012-08-28T21:22:00.002-04:002012-08-28T21:22:35.549-04:00Last First Day of preschoolSmith and Addison started their 4 year old preschool today. With this, its the last "first" day of preschool. Next year, they'll be off to the "big" elementary school for kindergarten.<br />
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I can't really think about that now - this picture is already making me realize how quickly its going.<br />
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While I don't want them to grow up to fast, I do love spending time with them. I love the people they are, and I can't wait to see the people they will become. Except that I don't want them to grow up too fast. The eternal parenthood debate.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-34235911301300525632012-05-05T23:20:00.001-04:002012-05-05T23:20:37.621-04:00Free Comic Book Day 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fast forward 3 years, and that Transformers comic book ended with issue #80. By then, I was firmly entranced in the comic book world, but Transformers had always remained my first love. The book was wrapped up quickly (they only had a few months to wrap the story up), and that was that. A few years later, I quit collecting comic books, which can certainly be attributed to a discovery of girls and beer and a social life. </div>
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Fast Forward: 21 YEARS. I'm a dad. A husband. Still a nerd, but not as overt as I once was. And I read on the internet - That old school Transformers series is picking up right where it left off - with issue 81 for a 20 issue run to 100 to finish out the saga (Same creative team - same continuity - its a fanboy's dream come true) My 34 year old becomes a 14 year old and I know I will most definitely be partaking of this. </div>
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A few months later, its announced that rather than starting with Transformers #81, the title will be featured on the yearly event of <a href="http://www.freecomicbookday.com/">Free Comic Book Day</a>. Issue #80.5 will be given away, for FREE. Then, I find out that I'm solo Dad for that weekend (Krissee on a well deserved girl's weekend). Of course Smith and Addison must visit their first comic book shop with me on this most glorious of occasions.</div>
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So this morning, after a yummy breakfast, we head to the "local" comic book shop (which just so happens to be 30 minutes away). But we got there. And in addition to the book which made me feel like a pubescent boy all over, Smith and Addison both got some free comics too! They got to read them on the way home, and I think they're fans now too!</div>
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Many thanks to the folks at <a href="http://www.thepalmettogroup.com/#/corsair-comics/4526975355">Corsair Comics </a>for making this experience so much fun for a 34 year old, and two 3 year olds!</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-52528601535359305622011-08-01T14:38:00.001-04:002011-08-01T14:40:12.119-04:00Happy Birthday!Happy Birthday to our sweet babies. Its hard to believe its already been 3 years. We love you both so much and we are so proud of the little people you are becoming.Krisseehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11153329499675055604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-57280481607895074572011-06-10T16:15:00.001-04:002011-06-10T16:16:27.666-04:00How is it?<div style="text-align: center;">If someone could explain to me how these children:</div><br />
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Mom orders the same thing every time we're there, a blackened tuna dish with wasabi mashed potatoes. It comes with spinach, but normally she substitutes steamed veggies for the spinach.<br />
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While dining, mom offers Smith some of her veggies. Innocently, she says, "Do you want a tree?" (i.e., broccoli).<br />
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Smith lights up and gets very excited. So she hands him the piece of broccoli, to which he promptly throws it back at her and begins screaming and crying "No Tree...No Tree." (You see, he's used to us saying "Do you want a treat?" and then getting something awesome like a cupcake or ice cream. Apparently, he heard treat when mom said tree!)<br />
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It was certainly one of those parenting moments that we were so damn tickled at the boy, but had to be firm and say "You don't throw your food." But we still giggle about it.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-60337089553056289322011-04-10T22:13:00.000-04:002011-04-10T22:13:00.077-04:00Facebook CatchupThe beauty of Facebook is that it allows for instant sharing of photos and ideas when they happen.<br />
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Unfortunately, this also means that this blog takes a hit at times, because rather than posting pictures here, they just get posted to Facebook.<br />
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This post is meant to overcome that shortcoming, and collect the best of the Facebook photos and put them on the blog for posterity sake - it can also serve as a little memory lane.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Smith and addison shop with Dad for Mom's birthday dinner in 2010.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Smith test's his bounds with what he's allowed to touch when he's in Addison's crib.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Playing at the now defunct play area at the Inlet Square mall. This was a great place to take the kids during the winter and I hate that their renovations didn't include keeping this area up.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Smith and addison paint a pumpkin for Halloween.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do these boots make me look fat?</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Godparents Adam and Haley came to visit us, and we had a boys day out in Georgetown. (Jack is also Krissee and my godchild, so there is lots of cross-god-childing going on).</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Yummy watermelon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Family night at Frank's outback.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twin Day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Addison, in the ER on Christmas morning. (She just had some trouble breathing that morning - everything was ok!)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Staring at the winter wonderland.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the zoo, a LONG time ago.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-47904116987139513462011-04-07T16:02:00.000-04:002011-04-07T16:02:38.162-04:00I am no supermanWe've really tried to keep things even on this blog to date: Mention Smith, mention Addison. That will continue, but they are two distinct individuals, with unique personalities, wants, and demeanors. As such, the one size fits all blog posts may not be the best approach and we'll try to make sure all are equally represented.<br />
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With that out of the way, my first entry (yes, Its an awkward plural to singular shift, but appropriate!) is regarding my little girl, Addison. She's definitely what one might call a Daddy's girl. More appropriately, her father might be called a sucker for his daughter.<br />
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Regardless of what the true moniker is, Addison loves her daddy, and her Daddy loves his daughter. Please don't misinterpret, I love my son Smith more than words can express. But Addison is my daughter. Whether its PC or not, she's my little girl and its my dutyto be her dad.<br />
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The only problem with this, is her eyes....The way she looks at me. Maybe its a father's pride, but her eyes look at me like I am a superhero. That I can fix anything. That I can make anything better. At this point in her life, I can. Smith loves me, no doubt. But he treats more like "That is a cool dude, I want to hang out with him." Addison treats me like "Dad can heal the world with a single touch."<br />
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For instance, last night, around 9:00 PM, little Miss Thang comes out to the den and lets us know thatshe's not asleep. She's obviously upset about something, and I take her (and her brother, who she brought along with her) back to bed.<br />
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After a couple of false starts, <b><i>all </i></b>it took for my little girl to get back to sleep was for me to sit there with my hand on her chest. After ten minutes, baby girl was back dreaming of ponies and mansions.<br />
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Sadly, I realized pretty quickly, the days where Dad's hand is the fix-it are going to end. Some day, I won't be the superhero she see's me as. Someday, they're will be something I can't fix. I hate it. I hate the idea of her hurting. I hate the idea that Dad won't be able to come through one day. The harsh reality of life is that it'll happen. But when it does, I want my little girl to know that I love her, and I'll always let her fall asleep with my hand on her chest - that's something her husband will just have to be OK with.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-35205351809309166542011-04-01T11:43:00.000-04:002011-04-01T11:43:13.207-04:00Our House (part 2)So remember way back like 2 years ago we were <a href="http://smithandaddison.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-house.html">selling our house?</a><br />
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Well, we closed on it yesterday. Dad drove to Columbia to sign the papers and take one last walk around the house we called home for a number of years. Memories of our life there got the best of me (its where we came home to after our wedding - we brought Smith and Addison home there, etc.). But at the end of the day, our family is better, stronger, and happier to be together.<br />
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Here's to all the great memories, previous house! I reminded myself multiple times that a house just brick and drywall, our real home is where we are!Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-88293425390276946772011-01-18T10:13:00.000-05:002011-01-18T10:13:11.965-05:00First Day of Preschool<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">I can't believe its here already, but Smith and Addison started pre-school today. They're now members of the "Poohs Twos" at our church pre-school.<br />
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They were quite excited, especially about their backpacks.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">On our way to school!</div><br />
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All in all, everyone's holding up ok. There were no tears from either children or parents as we dropped them off (although, I can't promise that there weren't a few before or after on part of the parents). Smith and Addison marched in like they owned the place. We're so proud of them and the people they are becoming. Any tears are simply because we realize they're growing up so fast. Last night, at bedtime, Smith was having an exceptionally hard time getting calmed down - so I went in and we played our game where we kiss through the slats of his crib. It just reiterated the fact that before too long, my little boy won't want to kiss his dad at all, much less through the slats of the crib. And Addison - don't get me started - my little girl who loves to sit in my lap and ask for "tickles" is growing up just as fast.<br />
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My parents often said that good parenting is preparing your children for life the best you know how - so their growing up isn't scary, because you know you've done the best job you can do. I told their teachers today - any sadness on our part had nothing to do with the care we know they'll receive at school, but that simply it marks the first in a long line of times that they'll move farther and farther away from needing and wanting us.<br />
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It dawned on me last night how ironic it is that you can't really appreciate a parent/child bond until you are a parent yourself. Even now, I have a hard time believing MY parents ever felt this way about me - but I know, in fact, they did and continue to do so.<br />
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Smith and Addison - your mommy and daddy love you and are so proud of you. You may never truly understand what those words mean to us, but know that you truly are the best thing to ever happen in our lives (aside from meeting each other). We can't wait to know and love you in the future, but we want to enjoy the yous that you are right now too.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-52719319607170153642010-11-23T20:25:00.000-05:002010-11-23T20:25:14.785-05:00After dinner dancingAt some point in the past, I heard about a family (and it may have been a fictional one) that had a little dance party after dinner every night. I absolutely loved the idea of that, and having Smith and Addison grow up with those sorts of memories.<br />
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At the beginning of this year, we instituted family dinner most nights - where we all sit down together and eat. Normally, there is music playing during dinner time, so its very easy to transition into dance party 2010. Some nights, its all we can do to get the kids to sit still before they start yelling "Dance! dance!"<br />
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Tonight's dance song was "Grace is Gone" by Dave Matthews Band (imagine that). This version is quite long, and after a while, Addison moved off camera to read a book. But my boy....my sweet music loving boy. He got into it. And out of the blue, he hiked his pants up and really got into it. So into it, I had time to go grab the video camera, come back, and catch it on film again!<br />
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<object height="250" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL3hyMjEPGM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL3hyMjEPGM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-46126230730011403882010-11-06T21:00:00.001-04:002010-11-06T21:01:27.770-04:00More HalloweenDuring our first trick or treat stop of the evening, we caught, on camera, Smith actually saying what we consider to be "Trick or Treat." Non-parents may disagree, but it is what it is! :)<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ceid-cAdNBQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ceid-cAdNBQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-47615295890297373412010-11-01T11:59:00.004-04:002010-11-01T12:13:34.935-04:00This is Halloween, Halloween.<div>Yes, I know. Really, I do. We've been horrible bloggers. Horrible. Just consider it our summer hiatus, and now, in the fall, we're back with all new episodes. I promise. Really, I do. Basically. But I promise to do better. And Krissee's about to undergo <i>another </i>blogging tutorial so she can take a break from her bon bon eating/Oprah watching all day and update you guys as well.<div><br /></div><div>No doubt our ratings for this installment will be pitiful, since most people probably think we've already been cancelled.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HALLOWEEN</span></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaPr9AFo07LwRxbV39qAOyIgnughSNP3JWmbbOUV5wh8bIG28dy14yM7CQrVl9T_MOJU510CViCk7-aNniLI_T696oP7S9Ve0KwiYnbQLM3td4bpQwpA5BIE4Ynlqsne16R4_iS6CgBM/s320/DSC06876.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612508824161986" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yep - that the same two kids you've been reading about. It blows my mind that 1) They've gotten so big and 2) I could have any part in making something so darn adorable! M&Ms, by the way? Big hit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Duq-RbzCsGYlThsBKMoRydaRFst-LcsYWR2wPxPVjbHBMA7o2AW7ZxJYGePfI_yCUEb1alA3kLTLihcg_Wz0EeLl9_fFy9fSpL68X6gmXK82AyborRl-cdvRwsaz-7IwKUzuzjRTf_M/s320/DSC06893.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612522215715938" /><div style="text-align: center;">They loved the candy, yes, but most of all? They loved running and playing!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeCsPsE1vtuY1yhmlDPZgd7Dtbq5akUB95ZoUDoXxyHzc4M_Q1Q5Zej0bX0EQ-zX7G0P43S-Bcy1Vxx_jnEjOA4niPgGluJtBsioyl_F234aLBNi33tRmsqbMxDIr9pveHaQK9yxheaw/s1600/DSC06894.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeCsPsE1vtuY1yhmlDPZgd7Dtbq5akUB95ZoUDoXxyHzc4M_Q1Q5Zej0bX0EQ-zX7G0P43S-Bcy1Vxx_jnEjOA4niPgGluJtBsioyl_F234aLBNi33tRmsqbMxDIr9pveHaQK9yxheaw/s1600/DSC06894.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeCsPsE1vtuY1yhmlDPZgd7Dtbq5akUB95ZoUDoXxyHzc4M_Q1Q5Zej0bX0EQ-zX7G0P43S-Bcy1Vxx_jnEjOA4niPgGluJtBsioyl_F234aLBNi33tRmsqbMxDIr9pveHaQK9yxheaw/s320/DSC06894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612528346346658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I just think this is the most adorable little picture of Addison. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefIrVSRpH172QsM2itiI0KpBGi-gWrRZMd_o83BtjOFk1_AfqrCgeY6_r1zb5w37sM3vE85Ze5UynRRrMEXoucOfhIudmKrqWzhqUfk34CwHwIL1OUPECQMArf1S6H3QInRB11pDJ4eo/s1600/DSC06849.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefIrVSRpH172QsM2itiI0KpBGi-gWrRZMd_o83BtjOFk1_AfqrCgeY6_r1zb5w37sM3vE85Ze5UynRRrMEXoucOfhIudmKrqWzhqUfk34CwHwIL1OUPECQMArf1S6H3QInRB11pDJ4eo/s320/DSC06849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612513458466018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And finally, Smith - in all his cowboy glory. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-4804614862013121832010-07-01T19:20:00.004-04:002010-07-20T13:04:07.129-04:00Cousin Winn Comes for a Visit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqBr5aSvfmru2XCAGbXZjtCe9sum6Tc6qifgRzWeD4Qwiqm-vppy9ESdamNny3r1etFxFxjzOHr9XizQW8DvusMaDJK4AqCFwDP93OkMI-Sw_tKw-3XLSiTi05LAscSLeI6ak5Yu67Hs/s1600/DSC_0712.JPG"><br /></a>UPDATED: Pictures fixed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqT7pOIY_3jFTRWNoY2IdkD204IsufNDUZ1WZIp3Ok-wg341mheiOcl01GaaqYvyOKXFjWxg80X1cblo-obvXH4QNjiHmo5lKgdq62P-z-nWk8AkJrcUqldgQlW1K8lZyP9xsqmaiG_LE/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"><br /></a>Now that we've moved to the beach, we knew we'd get lots of visitors, especially during the summer. Cousin Winn came to visit (along with his Mom, and his Dad even made an appearance during the weekend)! And Smith Day? Loves. His. Cousin. He walked around asking for "baby? Baby? Baby?" anytime Winn wasn't around.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/8ce2a7fa0b3f025f.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/8ce2a7fa0b3f025f.jpg?size=320" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0qx-Y1CFSiuK7V5WsXtlItgDoAgdMFaM9Ba8botZV51jXd3DGERamtUHn5Aut6aniBwMDjWjs-_Bcmdq7k1rbhzM5w9a4p2XzYRSUtDsmcy6_BIcs4i02bl_WKjTh3ysRrpo6lD84Xw/s1600/DSC_0597.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0qx-Y1CFSiuK7V5WsXtlItgDoAgdMFaM9Ba8botZV51jXd3DGERamtUHn5Aut6aniBwMDjWjs-_Bcmdq7k1rbhzM5w9a4p2XzYRSUtDsmcy6_BIcs4i02bl_WKjTh3ysRrpo6lD84Xw/s320/DSC_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032725767385074" border="0" /></a><br />Smith sharing his toys and crib with his cousin (just for play, they didn't sleep together - safety first guys!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqT7pOIY_3jFTRWNoY2IdkD204IsufNDUZ1WZIp3Ok-wg341mheiOcl01GaaqYvyOKXFjWxg80X1cblo-obvXH4QNjiHmo5lKgdq62P-z-nWk8AkJrcUqldgQlW1K8lZyP9xsqmaiG_LE/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqT7pOIY_3jFTRWNoY2IdkD204IsufNDUZ1WZIp3Ok-wg341mheiOcl01GaaqYvyOKXFjWxg80X1cblo-obvXH4QNjiHmo5lKgdq62P-z-nWk8AkJrcUqldgQlW1K8lZyP9xsqmaiG_LE/s320/DSC_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496033792133607490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/68038a4af9955652.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/68038a4af9955652.jpg?size=320" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Addison, in typical Addison fashion, largely ignored Winn and family for most of the trip. On the last night, she sat down right beside him and read her book, and I yelled to Heather to get the camera, since it was a rare occurrence. I think this might be the only picture of all 3 we got all week!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCj1Bu_WUJ27Vtc50TXbu6Xq929mDAmrRVUnsWbphWCQnNFVIeZQY_GldmwX9EuBPNTaxcrbuvcIn-afT68dDjiUzS7wyXSCEffLnnjBTmMmqykwvYntIPBvPq6iZfE1rbZygQ9BbANk/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCj1Bu_WUJ27Vtc50TXbu6Xq929mDAmrRVUnsWbphWCQnNFVIeZQY_GldmwX9EuBPNTaxcrbuvcIn-afT68dDjiUzS7wyXSCEffLnnjBTmMmqykwvYntIPBvPq6iZfE1rbZygQ9BbANk/s320/DSC_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496033804667003730" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/16cc885cc329dd05.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/16cc885cc329dd05.jpg?size=320" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Addison acting the fool.<br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/6b913f772239951e.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:54342/fa9dfcdcb6371f28289b3ee5fa36aed4/image/6b913f772239951e.jpg?size=320" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqBr5aSvfmru2XCAGbXZjtCe9sum6Tc6qifgRzWeD4Qwiqm-vppy9ESdamNny3r1etFxFxjzOHr9XizQW8DvusMaDJK4AqCFwDP93OkMI-Sw_tKw-3XLSiTi05LAscSLeI6ak5Yu67Hs/s1600/DSC_0712.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqBr5aSvfmru2XCAGbXZjtCe9sum6Tc6qifgRzWeD4Qwiqm-vppy9ESdamNny3r1etFxFxjzOHr9XizQW8DvusMaDJK4AqCFwDP93OkMI-Sw_tKw-3XLSiTi05LAscSLeI6ak5Yu67Hs/s320/DSC_0712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496033813037284146" border="0" /></a><br />How sweet is this? Seriously. Smith was so incredibly gentle with Winn all week - he knew he was a baby and couldn't be played with hard - if only more children could come with a trust fund and a nanny, we'd have a hundred more (biology permitting!)</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-47806101330950220792010-06-11T09:58:00.004-04:002010-06-11T10:05:06.225-04:00KetchupOk - we've been horrible, horrible bloggers over the past few months. Truth be told, we've having too much fun with Smith and Addison to be worried about blogging! But we'll try to do better, because I know we have lots of friends and family that would like to keep up with them. Please note that there are multiple entries below that chronicle March - present.<br /><br />Its hard to believe that they'll be two years old in just a few months. Its both exciting and terrifying at the same time. They've definitely moved into toddler territory. They're both talking (Addison moreso than Smith, but he's not mute by any means. Just show him a ball and you'll know what I mean: "ball, ball, ball ball ball ball ball ball ball." Addison's learning shapes (As of today, she knows circle, heart, and star - and sometimes square). She also shocked the heck out of us this week at the pool by walking up to the 3ft and 4ft signs on the side of the pool and pointing to the 3 and 4 and saying them.<br /><br />I promise I'll try to do better, and if I'm not, a little gentle nudging is normally all it takes!Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-38225616629771601902010-06-10T19:26:00.002-04:002010-06-11T09:58:11.119-04:00Annual Family Beach Trip<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">Just like last year, The Days took the family to Edisto for the week. Addison DEFINITELY is a water baby, she'd swim to England if we'd let her. Smith enjoys it, but got knocked around a couple of times by a wave and so he's not QUITE as gung-ho about it as his sister. But he still likes it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHlAYjNbALOJH8UsZ3Tca-GRJVv0z91RI925B8564m9yrOaw2vTT6SPg7GBxpSY6k8IONE9_BDoPYKZhQ_d83_xLYdnJqGaprP7-ZC_Dbu_J_U3JLfd7vHdba8llvK8GYj-XN4-DWUE0/s1600/DSC06515.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHlAYjNbALOJH8UsZ3Tca-GRJVv0z91RI925B8564m9yrOaw2vTT6SPg7GBxpSY6k8IONE9_BDoPYKZhQ_d83_xLYdnJqGaprP7-ZC_Dbu_J_U3JLfd7vHdba8llvK8GYj-XN4-DWUE0/s320/DSC06515.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I call this one Addison's Saturday Night Fever.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqGso0QqRIcOM0WTIvtHn7f3lSVxpUl8rmqpR1XplFfN5QD8bXvfwybRQmgXXApogc1CpnPAQxusNoKEGq4M2rB7wFeoHcMuJPt48BcyWBnAVUquAF_fVyNIaWkCNpFeHzlXgmOFvQqM/s1600/DSC06572.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqGso0QqRIcOM0WTIvtHn7f3lSVxpUl8rmqpR1XplFfN5QD8bXvfwybRQmgXXApogc1CpnPAQxusNoKEGq4M2rB7wFeoHcMuJPt48BcyWBnAVUquAF_fVyNIaWkCNpFeHzlXgmOFvQqM/s320/DSC06572.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love running up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down the beach!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t52Mz1aWoJpZdaChZ1TGp_0myNCCzZNORZxA8p1DsBG0hOXQ81amFqQbi80bLVZ7cx6TpGLdpaw5-fbNDd-riTkcfJ6eGinvBtJk-OhBEdaYsKEA-zdm7btbpZV5SFTHjq9LTYHqAXk/s1600/DSC06505.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t52Mz1aWoJpZdaChZ1TGp_0myNCCzZNORZxA8p1DsBG0hOXQ81amFqQbi80bLVZ7cx6TpGLdpaw5-fbNDd-riTkcfJ6eGinvBtJk-OhBEdaYsKEA-zdm7btbpZV5SFTHjq9LTYHqAXk/s320/DSC06505.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I got a shovel. In the water! (Sung to the tune of "I've got some ice cream!"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUlyCbGgsDQMkvKmnokZg9PMlXt3yrU_z18ktC42fJvksLyXh_zfPxW518TLKpasfdFE-UUY3z2TboGAKcuUb4nLPF-E-47uBIcBfrNkCrFvwlAWorR2o54S6QOA9PMJjY9XVuiYOitc/s1600/DSC06516.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUlyCbGgsDQMkvKmnokZg9PMlXt3yrU_z18ktC42fJvksLyXh_zfPxW518TLKpasfdFE-UUY3z2TboGAKcuUb4nLPF-E-47uBIcBfrNkCrFvwlAWorR2o54S6QOA9PMJjY9XVuiYOitc/s320/DSC06516.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Why can't we do this every week?<br /><br />The week went by way to fast, and we're already looking forward to next year!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-47662887367855951472010-05-10T19:20:00.001-04:002010-06-11T09:55:10.541-04:00April and May<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><br />April and May were busy - we traveled a good bit, had Dad's birthday in May, and were gearing up for our big family beach trip in June!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9h9vxu_BFgSVJEa-iCdhveKkn-9uuCGZd8UgiBuYnq43aWPeT-UUu8Dpz2byv4M9NWjuH2FJZM4HCrCQKmzaIUiGhfyP_LoghDnMvN3noDs02iPz43IfGIEdsWNL7lPOusA3AuD3HbI/s1600/DSC06133.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9h9vxu_BFgSVJEa-iCdhveKkn-9uuCGZd8UgiBuYnq43aWPeT-UUu8Dpz2byv4M9NWjuH2FJZM4HCrCQKmzaIUiGhfyP_LoghDnMvN3noDs02iPz43IfGIEdsWNL7lPOusA3AuD3HbI/s320/DSC06133.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">We had Cookie and Poppy's 40th anniversary surprise party at a local eatery in Hartsville, SC. They even had these nifty toys there for Smith and Addison to play with.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYc5M4p-HmKI4GfRit55wqLRgtAIvr3fyRDhg2HI1EN8LiKioX_DeaZALZpdLP5UllHsEE6SziwZGEShu-nrOqK2-3Q56yFtqWxub3E_uUlhxtr-5bIREiWxOpKLS8zuvN4wXkajoziqY/s1600/DSC06419.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYc5M4p-HmKI4GfRit55wqLRgtAIvr3fyRDhg2HI1EN8LiKioX_DeaZALZpdLP5UllHsEE6SziwZGEShu-nrOqK2-3Q56yFtqWxub3E_uUlhxtr-5bIREiWxOpKLS8zuvN4wXkajoziqY/s320/DSC06419.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Addison discovered how yummy crayons can be.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0z8Khu-nPx4jmtsEGW2wQuH58z0rnhtpT-OrO0b9GGfxfOQBuW4nXixYg-Pw8jstZw2HQcHvlyNijufE9lKnqiMIOgG-fEjQIW26qMmTYU1fJ46-RAEcj4iOAjdB5WiItNYs6ZwqE-I/s1600/DSC06443.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0z8Khu-nPx4jmtsEGW2wQuH58z0rnhtpT-OrO0b9GGfxfOQBuW4nXixYg-Pw8jstZw2HQcHvlyNijufE9lKnqiMIOgG-fEjQIW26qMmTYU1fJ46-RAEcj4iOAjdB5WiItNYs6ZwqE-I/s320/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Over Mother's Day Weekend, we went back to Columbia to visit our friends. We stayed with The Rankins and here Carter, Addison, and Smith are lined up in front of the TV enjoying Mickey Mouse!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6tjrk4wTweFU7QYAwqt495u03glUmVy3in1hTwuaX4GTXJIgK134w7ZgGlA6t1IMW8AWDiIiWK2AymtOS0Q6PxA3BbOMl-iXI011La743pFx04V35YomvdLXVXZUkGNFtfT2EIC2b1I/s1600/DSC06472.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6tjrk4wTweFU7QYAwqt495u03glUmVy3in1hTwuaX4GTXJIgK134w7ZgGlA6t1IMW8AWDiIiWK2AymtOS0Q6PxA3BbOMl-iXI011La743pFx04V35YomvdLXVXZUkGNFtfT2EIC2b1I/s320/DSC06472.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finally, on Mother's Day, we visited the Day family to marvel and their fancy kitchen renovations, and Addison discovered how delicious Heineken can be.<br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-80381862742866208412010-04-05T19:14:00.001-04:002010-06-11T09:46:53.751-04:00Easter 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnV-EhpTNoehk1uAsIM_kLgjAVgEVsfE3D-lWj4ZSZ2wvkphqWwpsx6tNRQhIRf7-8-jkF0WxsQc0foZzOT_lDpvmvbtC90u5_5IUXDmpqzg4mFiLml0unQe5enBPdWEWnrhTElWm0FDI/s1600/DSC06291.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgvOIuCR5JpAIuRzUd94AV9jyD3ZjfkVi6Nm33PbhsI0LORNNXlZa36OStGIBdsBaWS1TWFyvl345Iec3LoM4_EvFqEB6Jd5TsHpKNm7ouFu0I2iZSb5WrD4bzOsu24Gz1dhQuMiCMmc/s1600/DSC06285.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We had a great Easter 2010. The entire Day clan invaded Pawleys Island and we spent the weekend on the beach, going to church, and enjoying Easter with the twosome!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKdX3LpgCzS4gma0eh6fxgkTtaTy7MUMMdRO8ZFm_hpTBsi0rWzxkXFKhJtHOtb9R8pZAsjgtQLK1b41nptKFjhYl7uf3MSLm78w_SoHKb9MCQVmqhqF5qPi7nKh9wMmN3gEtwd8IeoU/s1600/DSC06202.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKdX3LpgCzS4gma0eh6fxgkTtaTy7MUMMdRO8ZFm_hpTBsi0rWzxkXFKhJtHOtb9R8pZAsjgtQLK1b41nptKFjhYl7uf3MSLm78w_SoHKb9MCQVmqhqF5qPi7nKh9wMmN3gEtwd8IeoU/s320/DSC06202.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Easter Bunny Came! Both Smith and Addison got new lovies (see, the Easter Bunny knew that Mom wanted to be able to wash their existing ones, and so backup lovies are a necessity, especially in this post pacifier world!) They also got personalized beach towels!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaw1biAxyIW_4vkvvPz7djHA-43LLnk9jozr03vCo_G0X2ptvt6jZugHsF7WAiGqUxvXf6yDZH9MVcq-_tdPPPWL1IQOz9MWsPkkG0AmWP8VgCrvCpTVWiVqp0ky-sTR6a1LQNnCgCxjM/s1600/DSC06248.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaw1biAxyIW_4vkvvPz7djHA-43LLnk9jozr03vCo_G0X2ptvt6jZugHsF7WAiGqUxvXf6yDZH9MVcq-_tdPPPWL1IQOz9MWsPkkG0AmWP8VgCrvCpTVWiVqp0ky-sTR6a1LQNnCgCxjM/s320/DSC06248.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Addison enjoying a reeces cup. I think she liked it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCRkmT4igLm1WhGhyphenhyphenRTiK3A8doE-Dd13d1AvgTNBNY47Chfg39ZOM4pbI6DW906IrISJcECMOqQmt9FdiYZm6fr30RQNk_Uwr7ie3ryK5JqM99Blqk0DyMaubw0-odneNQtY5EKny554/s1600/DSC06256.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCRkmT4igLm1WhGhyphenhyphenRTiK3A8doE-Dd13d1AvgTNBNY47Chfg39ZOM4pbI6DW906IrISJcECMOqQmt9FdiYZm6fr30RQNk_Uwr7ie3ryK5JqM99Blqk0DyMaubw0-odneNQtY5EKny554/s320/DSC06256.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">After the family all left on Sunday afternoon, we got the kids dressed BACK up in the Easter outfits and went into the back yard to get some pictures.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQ_GyMxGn8Gbydkc_Wkjbb2UdQp17dMeOOF76bTdRWASxdpn_nOvxuZZN_f5SMEpMHfnLhVZckzYE0wSmorQGZbGo5AL1C1TgFMNge0buzY1CHHISJ-1Cbv1e7zpSu-UUMzMDSbCm3w4/s1600/DSC06275.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQ_GyMxGn8Gbydkc_Wkjbb2UdQp17dMeOOF76bTdRWASxdpn_nOvxuZZN_f5SMEpMHfnLhVZckzYE0wSmorQGZbGo5AL1C1TgFMNge0buzY1CHHISJ-1Cbv1e7zpSu-UUMzMDSbCm3w4/s320/DSC06275.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So proud of his stick.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgvOIuCR5JpAIuRzUd94AV9jyD3ZjfkVi6Nm33PbhsI0LORNNXlZa36OStGIBdsBaWS1TWFyvl345Iec3LoM4_EvFqEB6Jd5TsHpKNm7ouFu0I2iZSb5WrD4bzOsu24Gz1dhQuMiCMmc/s1600/DSC06285.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgvOIuCR5JpAIuRzUd94AV9jyD3ZjfkVi6Nm33PbhsI0LORNNXlZa36OStGIBdsBaWS1TWFyvl345Iec3LoM4_EvFqEB6Jd5TsHpKNm7ouFu0I2iZSb5WrD4bzOsu24Gz1dhQuMiCMmc/s320/DSC06285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481295450476150946" border="0" /></a><br />Sitting is hard.<br /><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnV-EhpTNoehk1uAsIM_kLgjAVgEVsfE3D-lWj4ZSZ2wvkphqWwpsx6tNRQhIRf7-8-jkF0WxsQc0foZzOT_lDpvmvbtC90u5_5IUXDmpqzg4mFiLml0unQe5enBPdWEWnrhTElWm0FDI/s1600/DSC06291.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnV-EhpTNoehk1uAsIM_kLgjAVgEVsfE3D-lWj4ZSZ2wvkphqWwpsx6tNRQhIRf7-8-jkF0WxsQc0foZzOT_lDpvmvbtC90u5_5IUXDmpqzg4mFiLml0unQe5enBPdWEWnrhTElWm0FDI/s320/DSC06291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481295749287869778" border="0" /></a><br />I love BUBBLES!<br /></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-33772966924137789342010-03-21T19:10:00.001-04:002010-06-11T09:40:57.171-04:00Beach Afternoon during the Winter<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><br />Since we moved to Pawleys in July of 2009, our late summer/fall was really spent in getting settled and figuring life out.<br /><br />Both Krissee and I love the beach, so we want to ensure that our children do as well, so we started taking them early this year - on a Sunday afternoon in late March, we braved the beach at Huntington State Park. It was slightly warm, although you'd never know that from the bundles that Mom made everyone dress up in!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPOF9k5WEoPlKLcBAX2vNfMrv0YnMiV8GXUkjTcsdegS5qYw9-DayugDiiKy3ZHhn2aKeuv7X5Abpb_8qblbZrK-VgB_w6O7-hbvhkkZM3XYOtJLiRHcEdbekbTjg6pRkLMr3Y1Yj9bo/s1600/DSC06065.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPOF9k5WEoPlKLcBAX2vNfMrv0YnMiV8GXUkjTcsdegS5qYw9-DayugDiiKy3ZHhn2aKeuv7X5Abpb_8qblbZrK-VgB_w6O7-hbvhkkZM3XYOtJLiRHcEdbekbTjg6pRkLMr3Y1Yj9bo/s320/DSC06065.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Smith lost in thought<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l1dGi-Sbe3KsQyYOPUCUKsqUaRXgfbodyKTmUz95UuRpF-N58JXiWr93cYdsPh5K4bZN_MefhR1X6Hi1T0KTZ181VJCKbM3D63xIFGiwpphgpPKQZyaRCrJ2uUlcLUFyozamSyGg2fE/s1600/DSC06090.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l1dGi-Sbe3KsQyYOPUCUKsqUaRXgfbodyKTmUz95UuRpF-N58JXiWr93cYdsPh5K4bZN_MefhR1X6Hi1T0KTZ181VJCKbM3D63xIFGiwpphgpPKQZyaRCrJ2uUlcLUFyozamSyGg2fE/s320/DSC06090.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Addison LOVED chasing her shadow up the beach. The only problem with that is when it was time to turn around and go back to our spot, there's no shadow. She didn't love that part so much.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2UkEOUqLQTO6Qw6gA4o9y4rUgEmjc85DJ0sN3lHxlXJSazjZGcn9lnk-zF3k_tSFmjRw4jWPjzLcn6MxR1ucPBYjGqGJEOF9AB_0nzPuGbtB8H2uA3wPJhQj3MtXLMbENS9CfrVlWSo/s1600/DSC06095.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2UkEOUqLQTO6Qw6gA4o9y4rUgEmjc85DJ0sN3lHxlXJSazjZGcn9lnk-zF3k_tSFmjRw4jWPjzLcn6MxR1ucPBYjGqGJEOF9AB_0nzPuGbtB8H2uA3wPJhQj3MtXLMbENS9CfrVlWSo/s320/DSC06095.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dad and Addison taking a little stroll.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyy0JTFQpwLuYw1TxStI5nkYt-OazDzq3xFhc6NZj7HtgJYU47XU9vTTmcTzLFZ9l1keXRT8ypQIzXtEzn-syTL-2Jfg143xTVZU-aKrpQhdOylUw7Fv0UPbtd7FKjDApCUQgIzBHeNY/s1600/DSC06105.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyy0JTFQpwLuYw1TxStI5nkYt-OazDzq3xFhc6NZj7HtgJYU47XU9vTTmcTzLFZ9l1keXRT8ypQIzXtEzn-syTL-2Jfg143xTVZU-aKrpQhdOylUw7Fv0UPbtd7FKjDApCUQgIzBHeNY/s320/DSC06105.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />And the next Day - they did this all on their own. Please don't call social services on us. We're good parents. Look at how proud they are!<br /></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-40607982297815496242010-02-20T14:48:00.002-05:002010-02-20T14:50:55.551-05:00When its nice, we park<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br />For the first time in what feels like forever, its sunny and warm at the beach (Remember, last week, there was snow on the ground.)<br /><br />So, we went to a local park to enjoy the outside time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeSUZ6igrH30SXdRPtaAsj2ELYoSPepxttqepAI9DvGy_NkDSCNvcVX0MhVeDB7IHjVY7wi6gfTBqMHeuV_Ml1wBc0_Uue4rV8YVeaFnmMz1JjMa-IWDkT5mAzTwmVKe8C-jB2Oep0Cw/s1600-h/DSC06028.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeSUZ6igrH30SXdRPtaAsj2ELYoSPepxttqepAI9DvGy_NkDSCNvcVX0MhVeDB7IHjVY7wi6gfTBqMHeuV_Ml1wBc0_Uue4rV8YVeaFnmMz1JjMa-IWDkT5mAzTwmVKe8C-jB2Oep0Cw/s320/DSC06028.JPG" /></a> </div><br />Addison ran around and had her own little party.Everything was fun, as long as dad was relatively close!<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqoU_9doDOofcWS6-Ou9iVaCv8QdVlO8yMi_mGhmuXOW_Ela7NDrx6vt_pEYAiDBaSDe8n55FUw_KWE68z8pTAzzYZEi4E_sa5Np9BgC_r21qD-MmH3dE2TDahPE9oT6b81Hasabh4aM/s1600-h/DSC06038.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqoU_9doDOofcWS6-Ou9iVaCv8QdVlO8yMi_mGhmuXOW_Ela7NDrx6vt_pEYAiDBaSDe8n55FUw_KWE68z8pTAzzYZEi4E_sa5Np9BgC_r21qD-MmH3dE2TDahPE9oT6b81Hasabh4aM/s320/DSC06038.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Smithenjoyed himself too, but was more interested in exploring how the swings worked and the ladies on the tennis courts. We made friends with someone who brought bubbles, and he LOVED that.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both">(For those wondering about the pacifiers - we're golden! The first nap on Monday was a no go, with the expected tears and cries. However, after that, everything is relatively back to normal. They're not napping quite as well, in that many naps are now quiet time rather than actual sleeping, but they're not screaming. Nighttime has been perfect. Just like one would expect of our children! :) )</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-78812674292576839682010-02-15T09:06:00.004-05:002010-02-15T09:17:35.375-05:00Pacifiers - its been a good runWe knew this day was coming - and have been putting it off as much as possibly could.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw71iKA_y4_eARhAqUgim5KiDWfwYt9Y3PRhyxZqmfsmr7W-m6xTa0U32AJLadkUvlYLUXJp51LxUMURY9XqNLMHhFb4fc1e7dIVjjKtlz1iB_2VWx7GtiSYTlukR8m3sLS5hN_hrLPY/s1600-h/Pacifiers.jpg"><br /></a>Both of our pediatricians (the one we used in Columbia and the one we use here in Pawleys) told us that 18 months was the cutoff for pacifier use. And we've been planning on when and how. We were going to do it after new Years, and then the next weekend, and so on and so forth.<br /><br />Finally, at their 18 month appointment, we asked the doctor again (thinking we might get a different answer?) and were told, again, that 18 months was the upper limit for pacifier use without potential orthodontic affects.<br /><br />The decision was made that after the following weekend, on Monday morning, the pacifiers would be gone. Krissee felt that since she had the luxury of staying home with them, at least it wouldn't ruin OUR weekend, just maybe her day(s).<br /><br />So, after everyone got up this morning, Dad collected the pacifier's and took them to work. (I like the idea of doing something with one or two of them - maybe putting them inside a build-a-bear?)<br /><br />(Please don't let the attached picture fool you - these were ALL the pacis that were in the house, and many of them were already in the bag in a cabinet, not being used!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw71iKA_y4_eARhAqUgim5KiDWfwYt9Y3PRhyxZqmfsmr7W-m6xTa0U32AJLadkUvlYLUXJp51LxUMURY9XqNLMHhFb4fc1e7dIVjjKtlz1iB_2VWx7GtiSYTlukR8m3sLS5hN_hrLPY/s1600-h/Pacifiers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw71iKA_y4_eARhAqUgim5KiDWfwYt9Y3PRhyxZqmfsmr7W-m6xTa0U32AJLadkUvlYLUXJp51LxUMURY9XqNLMHhFb4fc1e7dIVjjKtlz1iB_2VWx7GtiSYTlukR8m3sLS5hN_hrLPY/s320/Pacifiers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438473537144994706" border="0" /></a><br />So long pacifiers. We've had a good run. But my big boy and big girl don't need you anymore!Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-88493074695968337922010-02-13T11:18:00.002-05:002010-02-13T11:34:23.011-05:00Snow in Pawleys Island<div style="text-align: center;">It figures that the year we move to THE BEACH, we get snow!<br /><br />We (Krissee and Daniel) had an impromptu date night on Friday - Applebees and a movie. On our way into the 7:20 movie, the snow was coming down pretty good. The weathermen were calling for 1-3 inches, but the being the pessimistic southerners, we didn't think it'd actually come to pass.<br /><br />Well, WRONG! On our way home, there was already a pretty good dusting, and we woke up this morning to find even MORE snow on the ground. As of this writing (11:30 AM), its already well underway to melting, but of course we had to get out and play in it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPea-r6YDpNP6TiMLp0X321VtoN99Djv8aEnuXXC19bLQsUHH8yEVbOgU9AFEeG-NUEKgRsPhTbIGFkkMXQtyKuq__yhyphenhyphenpdW4m68hwTHfpSwoYPTPmkQ0EKK6GxagtRSR0Yp5x35gMLjk/s1600-h/DSC05957.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPea-r6YDpNP6TiMLp0X321VtoN99Djv8aEnuXXC19bLQsUHH8yEVbOgU9AFEeG-NUEKgRsPhTbIGFkkMXQtyKuq__yhyphenhyphenpdW4m68hwTHfpSwoYPTPmkQ0EKK6GxagtRSR0Yp5x35gMLjk/s320/DSC05957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437764122642242978" border="0" /></a>Smith wanted to walk - we were pulling them in the wagon at this point, but he wasn't having any of it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGmZE35cog6xOZFd-YRxaKuNZ9wArNRNYmYc0JjJ4sFaAKufsqOWt6mqR0TGjhVsC6x7UHNSFPZobvVdZfmeEx6QdggLvQbdlcjzDH2NPnUHUkMX3GOnVS_IzC2UcknK8PTbEnJM1aMQ/s1600-h/DSC05937.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGmZE35cog6xOZFd-YRxaKuNZ9wArNRNYmYc0JjJ4sFaAKufsqOWt6mqR0TGjhVsC6x7UHNSFPZobvVdZfmeEx6QdggLvQbdlcjzDH2NPnUHUkMX3GOnVS_IzC2UcknK8PTbEnJM1aMQ/s320/DSC05937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437764113715137074" border="0" /></a>Addison really loved it. I mean, really.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZ_9tTkItT6Wxus99GIfKUJDSQnjOk8ERGx1B1bt-ILSLwk_m7HZDD4ietJnDM6kZkpVH5R2YjWHE-ToVM45eGlzYto3Z3qWYEi-GBbJbFJHlYYYxnReulMnWgJo3kdOxfqHZQXwOny4/s1600-h/DSC05920.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZ_9tTkItT6Wxus99GIfKUJDSQnjOk8ERGx1B1bt-ILSLwk_m7HZDD4ietJnDM6kZkpVH5R2YjWHE-ToVM45eGlzYto3Z3qWYEi-GBbJbFJHlYYYxnReulMnWgJo3kdOxfqHZQXwOny4/s320/DSC05920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437764110140887586" border="0" /></a>Really<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTuYEE4fiFCMh7HIrVJJLStP-1puUo8w6E6C5irZJSO3RCsUmeb8iC8lXGXEms7VfZquz8i2T-Sn68U8e5EOeOAw3E72OLh06P_lIUsuiccnplT2lvKCX3l3JnJgSjGW8UkkCwJCRvQQ/s1600-h/DSC05906.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTuYEE4fiFCMh7HIrVJJLStP-1puUo8w6E6C5irZJSO3RCsUmeb8iC8lXGXEms7VfZquz8i2T-Sn68U8e5EOeOAw3E72OLh06P_lIUsuiccnplT2lvKCX3l3JnJgSjGW8UkkCwJCRvQQ/s320/DSC05906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437764103560051778" border="0" /></a>Smith, on the other hand, wasn't QUITE so sure about it. But he did have a good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoqtCq01DjVQzjke39OV2iy5cdFuBLlgfkSKvktAeTET8gZsTWd8mTQ97q91pjJpVF9W9SBFmzCHRej8EzD7eostsxzv3FBOqhtH-L7Uzt4oyxDi5a1onMFO2GxtfHy6rBttdU3UCoCk/s1600-h/DSC05925.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoqtCq01DjVQzjke39OV2iy5cdFuBLlgfkSKvktAeTET8gZsTWd8mTQ97q91pjJpVF9W9SBFmzCHRej8EzD7eostsxzv3FBOqhtH-L7Uzt4oyxDi5a1onMFO2GxtfHy6rBttdU3UCoCk/s320/DSC05925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437764092654641698" border="0" /></a>Dad built a quick Snowman, and we got a picture of it - a few hours later, the poor snowman is dead.<br /><br />We had a great time in the snow - but the Day's are certainly beach bums and look forward to the lazy days of summer to be spent on the beach!<br /><br /></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-67699402135550964712010-02-02T20:27:00.003-05:002010-02-02T20:31:36.846-05:00A week awayFor those keeping up at home, Krissee, Smith, and Addison are spending this week in Rock Hill with <a href="http://chapandheather.blogspot.com">Chap, Heather, and Winn</a> while Heather goes back to work.<br /><br />Smith and Addison had a <a href="http://www.skype.com/">Skype </a>date with dad on Monday - their 18 month birthday! Its hard to believe that they're next big milestone is 2 years old. Anyways, I enjoyed seeing the family via Skype - Addison just sat there and laughed. Smith didn't seem too sure of seeing his Dad in the computer - but he finally came around. It got me thinking about how they'll grow up - and that they will grow up Skyping with friends and family - and that will just be normal to them.<br /><br />Dad is certainly ready for them to get home, but know they're having a good time up there.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-45585624202411415432010-01-17T19:02:00.004-05:002010-01-17T20:40:26.863-05:00You should see the other guy!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div>The Day parents have recently undergone what we understand to be a parent of toddler's rite-of-passage: The black eye.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last week - Krissee called while she and the kids were out and about running errands. They were near my office, and wanted to come by and get a quick visit in.</div><div><br /></div><div>They came in, and of course were a huge hit! We then took them upstairs to our conference center so they could run around. Everyone was having a great time, and then, all of a sudden, Addison was on the ground screaming. </div><div><br /></div><div>Neither of us saw what happened, but I can wager a guess, as the desk/tables in our largest room happen to be eye level with the twosome. We then noticed quite the little whelp on her eye and knew we were in for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast Forward a few days later, and this is where we're at. It doesn't seem to be bothering her at all, but its quite gnarly looking and I think we'll all be a little more at peace once it goes down. (If you really want to get up-close and personal with Ms. Thang's black eye, you can enlarge the below picture).</div><div><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1ngh5A0avrwBvzvhVC8u3nCfRHdkm6E7IlKdz7CNoChzKKYZZbcoNvDUTz_G4TbbJ95lZGJe17wTX7EdggcGy-oZw_ktmHZGqEnBTQnp6gU64JyNDyABtGS6gxsYokIlR-zswxZN2J4A/s1600-h/DSC05885.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1ngh5A0avrwBvzvhVC8u3nCfRHdkm6E7IlKdz7CNoChzKKYZZbcoNvDUTz_G4TbbJ95lZGJe17wTX7EdggcGy-oZw_ktmHZGqEnBTQnp6gU64JyNDyABtGS6gxsYokIlR-zswxZN2J4A/s320/DSC05885.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the effort of fairness, Smith's has transformed into full on little boy the past few weeks - I caught him here entranced with Mickey after a day out at the playground and riding around town!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0Z93-94yish2515gbC4ui3b2IHMMuPfVE287rl1MdDzwCi8LR6oA2ZUIYoPN2VuCVf5p30LIxz7JtGoDaO6h5BPO-kJjzkVmkMy5_WdR2owrgXEHce8AAYZz_ouSx-LuQGh3RQelzFz9/s1600-h/DSC05882.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0Z93-94yish2515gbC4ui3b2IHMMuPfVE287rl1MdDzwCi8LR6oA2ZUIYoPN2VuCVf5p30LIxz7JtGoDaO6h5BPO-kJjzkVmkMy5_WdR2owrgXEHce8AAYZz_ouSx-LuQGh3RQelzFz9/s320/DSC05882.JPG" /></a></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div>Krisseehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11153329499675055604noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-62625206790003509332009-12-27T18:46:00.002-05:002009-12-27T18:53:59.732-05:00Santa Claus Came!!!This year for Christmas, we all went to the Day's house for Christmas Eve and Day. The entire family had a great trip - we went to Christmas Eve service at the church that Daniel grew up in. It was then back to Nanny and Poppa's for dinner.<br /><br />The next morning, we all woke up to see that Santa had visited and brought Smith and Addison some great new toys!<br /><br /><br />It was a great holiday all around, and we're lucky to have been able to spend it with family. (And for those of you keeping count at home, we spent the previous weekend with the Rollings family and celebrated Christmas there - unfortunately, there weren't too many picutres from that event - but we enjoyed that weekend just as much!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26TeqP4n477EGtSIf4TcboEJevELSi8pZ8imUhcSQ5CYjTEh_PRDDNNjRK_rqm-tcqnkNTwb8BNq9Zh3b80tggM3j5f6KbcPm4OiAAK1ygnPz2A5Ln-JT50zktK9lLIUifqRv9gPWpzg/s1600-h/DSC05868.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420067045217234866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26TeqP4n477EGtSIf4TcboEJevELSi8pZ8imUhcSQ5CYjTEh_PRDDNNjRK_rqm-tcqnkNTwb8BNq9Zh3b80tggM3j5f6KbcPm4OiAAK1ygnPz2A5Ln-JT50zktK9lLIUifqRv9gPWpzg/s320/DSC05868.JPG" /></a> Addison crawling through the tunnel!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqC-RGRSpOrzIq6SQKe6iCyCzzkzeCqXmD9N7qAFAU2iAo2O6rwGAzU4wCs9cknaGnPfwbXUOXN5Qh-qvECMJjDuv4tCo_3J9NvHdn5isKglE_PiN3Txy-10X0tHOLYDhHtGE1LPxe4Ro/s1600-h/DSC05845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420067041721408114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqC-RGRSpOrzIq6SQKe6iCyCzzkzeCqXmD9N7qAFAU2iAo2O6rwGAzU4wCs9cknaGnPfwbXUOXN5Qh-qvECMJjDuv4tCo_3J9NvHdn5isKglE_PiN3Txy-10X0tHOLYDhHtGE1LPxe4Ro/s320/DSC05845.JPG" /></a> Smith being Smith. 'Nuff Said.</p><p><br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXST7x1wlMXbgbktLXvTC0HaPZdL1sxcT4Vi4W0E7gWQa95KftVSuyxsf_k69MIVU8r-K7UbO5WZZgbIhxo-UoMzGBMqyFRfxU0oLBbQmyU3xOjsgIwSYI-f4JlSlb72TRFvfs3Rrn1H0/s1600-h/DSC05825.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXST7x1wlMXbgbktLXvTC0HaPZdL1sxcT4Vi4W0E7gWQa95KftVSuyxsf_k69MIVU8r-K7UbO5WZZgbIhxo-UoMzGBMqyFRfxU0oLBbQmyU3xOjsgIwSYI-f4JlSlb72TRFvfs3Rrn1H0/s320/DSC05825.JPG" /></a> </div>This is what we walked into Christmas Morning - Santa had come and brought with him some fun fun stuff!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yGkuEZBWJPeoaagc5P2pbg-wWKCmHT6L8ufHYaWjnjiYdyepdNS17RZQ98wjn3IteIuPoDPiXtWFcFGXigUlMTp62-viocOtcajBB1tM9zHPY-d9NiCWGj8XDHj3VMEeDyx5bqFUg0o/s1600-h/DSC05829.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yGkuEZBWJPeoaagc5P2pbg-wWKCmHT6L8ufHYaWjnjiYdyepdNS17RZQ98wjn3IteIuPoDPiXtWFcFGXigUlMTp62-viocOtcajBB1tM9zHPY-d9NiCWGj8XDHj3VMEeDyx5bqFUg0o/s320/DSC05829.JPG" /></a> </div><p align="center">He even organized into sections - here is Smith's stuff.<br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijAFDMdqvHw5OpU6aRWEZvuesgVo3jowUoK60AkPuvqPZkCcaJeNN5KVdX0j31cMOgkZQD8_bOQPSlD37jt-N_qDF6ehzuE28eI7Z-bm7ipx6uVtEFBk6H7Uybn859VCp7P2kAP-DOI8/s1600-h/DSC05830.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijAFDMdqvHw5OpU6aRWEZvuesgVo3jowUoK60AkPuvqPZkCcaJeNN5KVdX0j31cMOgkZQD8_bOQPSlD37jt-N_qDF6ehzuE28eI7Z-bm7ipx6uVtEFBk6H7Uybn859VCp7P2kAP-DOI8/s320/DSC05830.JPG" /></a> </div><p align="center">...and Addison's stuff.<br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiqkgSH3TEIzvICJu1EakevQ07mom4WNt9EAOMr5cOZjrl8XyC1fWWsGsRaQYddLh3AOLFF-Z3jfOQn7-a-oxgIAhN2-nXkQQDIBAnszWmIZPsP2kWTaq2NFlZkAwk1H7th-3zSg4jSH8/s1600-h/DSC05832.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiqkgSH3TEIzvICJu1EakevQ07mom4WNt9EAOMr5cOZjrl8XyC1fWWsGsRaQYddLh3AOLFF-Z3jfOQn7-a-oxgIAhN2-nXkQQDIBAnszWmIZPsP2kWTaq2NFlZkAwk1H7th-3zSg4jSH8/s320/DSC05832.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">And finally - the stuff they have to share!!!</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095735919220228253.post-64124169059149172772009-12-22T10:11:00.002-05:002009-12-22T10:13:26.209-05:00Scary Ghost Stories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGguPHBOPceZ_IOlAwxhYNE-yfAmF0LetubBIIcZ3JqAhNgYQUArKuQxxKB2gUYw58C5WHBeLbysSEAOJT8-BTosUWkeEaufju1Aehcc2OaAFJNUVLR3cKR1Y0CYfwHE3WxPusbL38k4/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGguPHBOPceZ_IOlAwxhYNE-yfAmF0LetubBIIcZ3JqAhNgYQUArKuQxxKB2gUYw58C5WHBeLbysSEAOJT8-BTosUWkeEaufju1Aehcc2OaAFJNUVLR3cKR1Y0CYfwHE3WxPusbL38k4/s320/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418078759107900162" /></a><br />It looks like someone was telling one of those scary ghost stories of Christmases long long ago!! I'm not sure who looks the most frightened - Smith, Addison, or Santa???Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101075120563059311noreply@blogger.com3