<?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-19246979</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:10:50.598-04:00</updated><category term='posted by Joe (the Dad)'/><title type='text'>The adventures of Jaida Rhea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-56808476554616567</id><published>2009-05-13T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:20:01.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SgrkpTOPANI/AAAAAAAAATw/da68aO8YqRk/s1600-h/35e0772e0d76__1242145301000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SgrkpTOPANI/AAAAAAAAATw/da68aO8YqRk/s400/35e0772e0d76__1242145301000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335328106759520466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something missing from this goofy picture of my lovely daughter. Friday she came home from school all happy that her bottom tooth became very loose after eating an apple at snack-time. I really thought it would fall out over the weekend but she babied it and it stuck around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday she came out of class with her tooth leaning out of her mouth onto her bottom lip. It grossed me out on so many different levels. So yesterday while she was practicing piano I went in and grabbed a wash cloth and got it wet with cold water and came out and asked to see her tooth. She asked why I had a washcloth and I told her because teeth can be slippery. I guess she didn't quite figure out what I was planning. After I pulled her tooth out she looked at me and asked what I did because it felt strange. That is when I showed her the tooth in my hand. She gasped and shrieked about how I had pulled her tooth but said it didn't hurt. I still wonder what she thought I was going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the tooth fairy visited and left her a gold one dollar coin for her cute little tooth. This was Jaida's first tooth to come out. After all the agony and sleepless nights we went through while she was a teething baby I was a tiny bit sad to see it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-56808476554616567?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/56808476554616567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=56808476554616567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/56808476554616567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/56808476554616567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-something-missing.html' title='There is something missing'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SgrkpTOPANI/AAAAAAAAATw/da68aO8YqRk/s72-c/35e0772e0d76__1242145301000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5756879145202797486</id><published>2009-03-05T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:41:20.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Sa_IE9EH2aI/AAAAAAAAATY/ALmNvf-6B7E/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Sa_IE9EH2aI/AAAAAAAAATY/ALmNvf-6B7E/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309682473129990562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had a couple of snow storms this winter. The first only dropped a couple of inches of snow. This last one left us with nearly a foot of shimmery powder snow and Jaida a day off school. The kids and Raven had a lot of fun running around in it. The best part is that it will be nearly 70 degrees here this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my beautiful girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5756879145202797486?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5756879145202797486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5756879145202797486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5756879145202797486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5756879145202797486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/Sa_IE9EH2aI/AAAAAAAAATY/ALmNvf-6B7E/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-2842246632817079356</id><published>2009-01-12T10:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:02:35.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little concert</title><content type='html'>Jaida has been doing very well keeping up with her piano practice lately. She really seems to love playing and holding mini concerts for us. This last Sunday at church Jaida even played a song for the adult choir and then played it again at youth choir practice and all the kids sang the lyrics as she played. Best of all she is reading music! She still has a few issues working out tempo (which is why you hear her counting on the video but she is getting it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor's Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f856540586272f0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08289e41856f9a08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329934745%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21564D86E125D948AE558180B7C2AE371F1F924B.36F6645779D0CF898C4F08A39FDC343F6CE3D1E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8289e41856f9a08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzhmQk7Md2-60x47IUsNPJ5PO9S8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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Jaida learned the last two parts of the song this weekend and is now working on getting the tempo down. We are so proud of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-2842246632817079356?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fded0afb894ab45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8289e41856f9a08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f856540586272f0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2842246632817079356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=2842246632817079356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2842246632817079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2842246632817079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-concert.html' title='A little concert'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8784217640014274739</id><published>2008-12-31T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:02:02.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the cousins</title><content type='html'>We spent the Saturday after the holiday with my family so the cousins could exchange gifts. The kids had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida playing magnetic dress-up dolls with cousin Mattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt6xK9im6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/iDJ9JM8RuUo/s1600-h/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt6xK9im6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/iDJ9JM8RuUo/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285953572824062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins ... Jaida (holding little cousin Ryli), Mattie and Jaxon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt6-xQmcoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ub4dHDeQBHI/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt6-xQmcoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ub4dHDeQBHI/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285953806442852994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8784217640014274739?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8784217640014274739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8784217640014274739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8784217640014274739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8784217640014274739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-with-cousins.html' title='Christmas with the cousins'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt6xK9im6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/iDJ9JM8RuUo/s72-c/DSC_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-8919894457677178795</id><published>2008-12-31T08:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:55:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fun</title><content type='html'>Jaida is such a fun kid. Mostly because she really has this uncanny ability to temper her excitement .... most of the time. I think I have written before about the fact that it is hard to get Jaida really excited about something in advance. She just isn't that kind of kid. All of her responses are very measured and exact and well pragmatic for lack of a better term. However, every now and again the little kid sneaks out and she just can't hide her excitement. I love these times with her ... mostly because they are so rare (and difficult to achieve)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4tJGd3tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLG4ZgmgrIQ/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4tJGd3tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLG4ZgmgrIQ/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951304581897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4s1prLNI/AAAAAAAAARs/8ZHQESrmK34/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4s1prLNI/AAAAAAAAARs/8ZHQESrmK34/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951299360861394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4tiOot9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/imSjQ9cDVEs/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4tiOot9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/imSjQ9cDVEs/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951311327049682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4uOrlQ9I/AAAAAAAAASE/PPJmB5XdxAg/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4uOrlQ9I/AAAAAAAAASE/PPJmB5XdxAg/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951323259618258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4uaWdmrI/AAAAAAAAASM/vyxL9Yw-FRc/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4uaWdmrI/AAAAAAAAASM/vyxL9Yw-FRc/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951326392261298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5WZXA81I/AAAAAAAAASU/DLDUZgzFfZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5WZXA81I/AAAAAAAAASU/DLDUZgzFfZ4/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952013320909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5WrOEzmI/AAAAAAAAASc/v2OtRgkzftA/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5WrOEzmI/AAAAAAAAASc/v2OtRgkzftA/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952018115251810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5XNBKAlI/AAAAAAAAASk/1AwtDxQl3as/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5XNBKAlI/AAAAAAAAASk/1AwtDxQl3as/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952027187872338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5Xhrh1BI/AAAAAAAAASs/hyDjsM0B-RA/s1600-h/Dsc_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt5Xhrh1BI/AAAAAAAAASs/hyDjsM0B-RA/s400/Dsc_0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952032734303250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8919894457677178795?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8919894457677178795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8919894457677178795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8919894457677178795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8919894457677178795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas fun'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SVt4tJGd3tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLG4ZgmgrIQ/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-610919906073748602</id><published>2008-12-15T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:38:36.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109981385/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3109981385_62da6761b3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109981385/"&gt;0017&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love these two SO much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-610919906073748602?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/610919906073748602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=610919906073748602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/610919906073748602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/610919906073748602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-silliness.html' title='Holiday silliness'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3109981385_62da6761b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-209756853177304111</id><published>2008-12-15T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:37:40.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our gorgeous girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109986529/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3109986529_df8f5aef75_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109986529/"&gt;0048&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She makes my heart flutter a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-209756853177304111?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/209756853177304111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=209756853177304111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/209756853177304111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/209756853177304111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-gorgeous-girl.html' title='Our gorgeous girl'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3109986529_df8f5aef75_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5725586511812296684</id><published>2008-12-15T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:34:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109944503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/3109944503_163664fd8e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3109944503/"&gt;DSC_0083&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took some time on a frigid December afternoon but we finally found the perfect tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5725586511812296684?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5725586511812296684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5725586511812296684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5725586511812296684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5725586511812296684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/3109944503_163664fd8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-7210203939422889193</id><published>2008-12-15T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:31:45.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As far as Jaida is concerned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3110771058/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3110771058_672c65097c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3110771058/"&gt;DSC_0023&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is THE Santa. All of the other mall Santas are simply Santa helpers. He certainly looks and acts the part so who am I to argue. Jaida decided that since there are SO many girls and boys that Santa has to remember that she would write him a note for him to keep as a reminder. After he finished reading her note he folded it neatly and placed it in his vest pocket for safe keeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7210203939422889193?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7210203939422889193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7210203939422889193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7210203939422889193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7210203939422889193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-far-as-jaida-is-concerned.html' title='As far as Jaida is concerned'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3110771058_672c65097c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-1655652368688130540</id><published>2008-12-08T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:54:13.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/ST0m_4y9AYI/AAAAAAAAARE/lNLNiF06E_c/s1600-h/lamela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/ST0m_4y9AYI/AAAAAAAAARE/lNLNiF06E_c/s400/lamela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277417217367802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1655652368688130540?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1655652368688130540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1655652368688130540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1655652368688130540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1655652368688130540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/ST0m_4y9AYI/AAAAAAAAARE/lNLNiF06E_c/s72-c/lamela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-6105912140365678448</id><published>2008-11-17T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:53:03.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our BIG Girl</title><content type='html'>This is Jaida's school picture from Kindergarten ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SSG9fyr14uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jsXI-HgfMbM/s1600-h/DSCF6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SSG9fyr14uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jsXI-HgfMbM/s400/DSCF6250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701392879444706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6105912140365678448?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6105912140365678448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6105912140365678448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6105912140365678448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6105912140365678448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-big-girl.html' title='Our BIG Girl'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SSG9fyr14uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jsXI-HgfMbM/s72-c/DSCF6250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-4157650974252700147</id><published>2008-11-07T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:02:48.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3010647706/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3010647706_b5834acd5d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3010647706/"&gt;IMG_6988&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida had a great soccer season this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4157650974252700147?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4157650974252700147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4157650974252700147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4157650974252700147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4157650974252700147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/soccer-player.html' title='Soccer Player'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/3010647706_b5834acd5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5861840123102991283</id><published>2008-11-07T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:59:24.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3009784671/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3009784671_def4b72a12_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3009784671/"&gt;IMG_7292&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kids dressed up as a Fairytale Witch and her little black cat this year for Halloween. They went trick or treating in their daycare providers neighborhood and had a blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fairytale Witch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SRRXsRBhUuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AFnckevZ5sk/s1600-h/IMG_7298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SRRXsRBhUuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AFnckevZ5sk/s320/IMG_7298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265930282298594018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SRRXdMflOAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yLVvuYMRsLU/s1600-h/IMG_7300.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5861840123102991283?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5861840123102991283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5861840123102991283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5861840123102991283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5861840123102991283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='Boo!!'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3009784671_def4b72a12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-6181645448022163645</id><published>2008-11-07T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:50:52.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Look-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3009782821/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3009782821_b42166bbd9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3009782821/"&gt;IMG_7165&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida and her little friend from school in the look-out in the middle of a HUGE corn maze. This was during the schools field trip to the pumpkin patch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6181645448022163645?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6181645448022163645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6181645448022163645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6181645448022163645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6181645448022163645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/point-look-out.html' title='Point Look-Out'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3009782821_b42166bbd9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3761731411880731754</id><published>2008-11-07T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:47:25.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Sprite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3010619064/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3010619064_05f334a2ac_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/3010619064/"&gt;IMG_7135&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent a day at the Hard Bargain Farm again this fall. Going to Octoberfest has become our annual tradition ... and a fun one at that. Lots of arts &amp; crafts, hay rides and apple cider for the kids. Bavarian music troupe, beer and brats for the adults. All of this while hanging out in the deep woods. Just a lovely day all around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3761731411880731754?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3761731411880731754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3761731411880731754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3761731411880731754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3761731411880731754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wood-sprite.html' title='Wood Sprite'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3010619064_05f334a2ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3109715389255277959</id><published>2008-11-04T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:52:56.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOST excellent day for Americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vuoS0sE_90k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-excellent-day-for-americans.html' title='A MOST excellent day for Americans'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-6245894853674399142</id><published>2008-11-03T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:02:40.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfjQujYrfEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfjQujYrfEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6245894853674399142?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6245894853674399142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6245894853674399142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6245894853674399142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6245894853674399142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-to-do.html' title='Work To Do'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-5788199882117211477</id><published>2008-10-29T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:45:33.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day history will be made</title><content type='html'>hopefully! (not that I am superstitious or anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take Jaida to the polling place with me to vote. We have talked about this election and the importance of voting so much. This election coincided with the section on graphing that Jaida is doing in her math class so we have talked a lot about the different types of plots ... graphs, pie charts, line plots, scatter plots, etc and how they represent data. It has been great to print out the latest poll data and take it home to talk to Jaida about it and watch her face light up when she realizes on her own that as far as the polls go Obama is ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thewhitehouseproject.org/daughters/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SQihDXb8PXI/AAAAAAAAANs/-Xlx9F6aZRg/s320/banner.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262633243785313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5788199882117211477?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5788199882117211477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5788199882117211477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5788199882117211477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5788199882117211477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-history-will-be-made.html' title='The day history will be made'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SQihDXb8PXI/AAAAAAAAANs/-Xlx9F6aZRg/s72-c/banner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-4635751091877779686</id><published>2008-10-09T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:55:01.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>I simply do not want my children living in the same world as these completely and totally ignorant and hate-filled people. From the responses you would think these people are members of some radical fringe political group. Nope, wrong .... just normal everyday hate filled people attending a McCain-Palin rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much more for my kids than &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjxzmaXAg9E&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/10/8/21251/8186/934/624523"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. After your stomach settles please donate to the &lt;a href="https://donate.barackobama.com/page/contribute/standardvidbottom?source=mainnav"&gt;Obama campaign.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4635751091877779686?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4635751091877779686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4635751091877779686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4635751091877779686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4635751091877779686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/10/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8882453191146172417</id><published>2008-10-01T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:40:55.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our spur of the moment adventure</title><content type='html'>On Friday I received an email about a last minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; rally in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fredricksburg&lt;/span&gt;, VA. So on Saturday after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; played her soccer game we packed up and headed over to VA. I explained to the kids why we were going and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; was pretty excited about seeing the person that could potentially be the next President of the US. When we arrived we found a deli and had a nice lunch. After we were stuffed with food we started walking to the Mary Washington University campus where the rally would be held. We arrived several hours early and already the line to get into Ball Circle was about a mile long (I think it might have actually been even longer). We got in line and figured we would just play it by ear depending on the kids ability to hold it together. The kids did absolutely wonderfully ... we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sto&lt;/span&gt;od in line for several hours and during that time we played games like I spy, punch buggy, etc. Finally, volunteers started bringing tickets to the rally around ... this gave us a bit of hope that we were actually going to get in. However, there were so many people in line in front of us and people were still turning out in droves and getting in line behind us. From the turn-out I would have thought that we were in a deep blue state but not the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at about 3:30 the line started moving. We wound our way through the campus and really enjoyed seeing all the people and feeling such a sense of community with people we didn't even know. We talked a lot about the inherent differences in the Democratic and Republican parties with the kids. We also spoke about the specific differences in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and McCain with the kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; had a lot of good questions. As we kept winding our way through the campus there was such a buzz of excitement in the air. It was easy to tell that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; was picking up on it also because she kept asking if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; was there yet. I have to say the entire event was pretty organized and everything went smoothly. We finally arrived at the security screening area and then made our way into the rally area. It was a lovely grassy area flanked on all sides by huge historic buildings .... quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the weather had been a bit iffy all day. At first it was really hot and humid and intensely sunny. Once we were in the rally area though the skies became more ominous. Because of security issues we were not allowed to have umbrellas, food or water inside the rally area (near the stage). Because of our hasty departure from the house that morning I didn't think to bring rain jackets, ponchos, or much of anything else with us. At about 5:00 (just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to take the stage) the sky opened and it poured rain. Not a little rain .... a HUGE thunderstorm. There was no shelter so we just stood there and got wet with everyone else. Luckily, the kids thought it was pretty funny to be standing out in the rain ... they didn't seem to mind it one bit. The amazing thing was that no one left ... everyone just stuck it out. After about 30-40 minutes of rain it finally started to clear up ... a bit. At one point the sun came out and there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; thought this was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a little after 6:00 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; came out on stage and got the crowd all riled up. He gave his stump speech and talked a bit about the debate the night before. Then to tremendous roars of the crowd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnxj4xFjrDM&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/28/despite-rain-26000-virgin_n_129981.html"&gt;speaking&lt;/a&gt;. Shortly after speaking the skies opened up again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; stood there and gave his entire stump speech during a torrential downpour. We enjoyed hearing him speak. It was nice that this was his basic stump speech where he reinforced points I heard him make in other televised speeches but more than that he did tailor it a bit to the crowd. He talked about the debate the night before, he worked the lousy weather into what he was saying, and talked about turning VA blue from red. All in all it was a very inspiring night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; was really feeding off the crowds excitement and was so insanely excited when she saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; come out on stage. Someone had given &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; a blow-up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; banner which she happily waved around when the crowd started cheering. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; left the night feeling like this process is something they can be a bit more involved in which I think is so very important. A few pictures and a link to the speech below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; patiently waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp9wWcVyI/AAAAAAAAALc/hDokxDiDeC8/s1600-h/IMG_7036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp9wWcVyI/AAAAAAAAALc/hDokxDiDeC8/s320/IMG_7036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252158100116100898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line to get into the rally from my spot in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-NmzI8I/AAAAAAAAALk/FfHVd9amPtE/s1600-h/IMG_7040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-NmzI8I/AAAAAAAAALk/FfHVd9amPtE/s320/IMG_7040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252158107969332162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; inside the rally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvE9vdXzI/AAAAAAAAANE/Umg6o364rRs/s1600-h/IMG_7065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvE9vdXzI/AAAAAAAAANE/Umg6o364rRs/s320/IMG_7065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252163721527910194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the buildings near the rally area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-hnU2DI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xTWBEZs-BWU/s1600-h/IMG_7047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-hnU2DI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xTWBEZs-BWU/s320/IMG_7047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252158113340250162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back side of the stage area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-eMUItI/AAAAAAAAALs/rEl8HlulAKs/s1600-h/IMG_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp-eMUItI/AAAAAAAAALs/rEl8HlulAKs/s320/IMG_7043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252158112421651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; showing off her shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvEnrxh2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/oFZi8xL7O5w/s1600-h/IMG_7035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvEnrxh2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/oFZi8xL7O5w/s320/IMG_7035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252163715606873954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida being a goof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvEzvqaKI/AAAAAAAAANM/9gzRoGNRoSk/s1600-h/IMG_7074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvEzvqaKI/AAAAAAAAANM/9gzRoGNRoSk/s320/IMG_7074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252163718844410018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice lady gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jaida an inflatable banner thing to cheer with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvFGlzITI/AAAAAAAAANU/4_agFWqTRks/s1600-h/IMG_7081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvFGlzITI/AAAAAAAAANU/4_agFWqTRks/s320/IMG_7081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252163723903312178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaked after down pour number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvFSFDuYI/AAAAAAAAANc/28YcDVDbLkc/s1600-h/IMG_7089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONvFSFDuYI/AAAAAAAAANc/28YcDVDbLkc/s320/IMG_7089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252163726987213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONq7T2fSKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NUjt4S5EJc8/s1600-h/IMG_7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONq7T2fSKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NUjt4S5EJc8/s320/IMG_7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252159157617772706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONqw6xd8HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WdyJAWodP5A/s1600-h/IMG_7096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONqw6xd8HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WdyJAWodP5A/s320/IMG_7096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252158979087134834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving the stump speech during a torrential down pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONq8MOxZHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B-r5AlTsUG4/s1600-h/IMG_7108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONq8MOxZHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B-r5AlTsUG4/s320/IMG_7108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252159172752008306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8882453191146172417?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8882453191146172417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8882453191146172417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8882453191146172417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8882453191146172417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-spur-of-moment-adventure.html' title='Our spur of the moment adventure'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SONp9wWcVyI/AAAAAAAAALc/hDokxDiDeC8/s72-c/IMG_7036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5872526292213243174</id><published>2008-09-19T10:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:26:54.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW Endorsement</title><content type='html'>For the first time since 1984 &lt;a href="http://www.now.org/press/09-08/09-16.html"&gt;NOW&lt;/a&gt; (National Organization of Women) has endorsed a presidential candidate in the general election. Very important news for women everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5872526292213243174?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5872526292213243174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5872526292213243174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5872526292213243174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5872526292213243174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-endorsement.html' title='NOW Endorsement'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7727524904617982169</id><published>2008-09-19T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:18:16.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke to me</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me knows I am an Obama suporter. Now that that disclaimer is out of the way .... this video really spoke to me. Here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gwqEneBKUs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7727524904617982169?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7727524904617982169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7727524904617982169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7727524904617982169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7727524904617982169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/09/spoke-to-me.html' title='Spoke to me'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4315011117183239231</id><published>2008-09-05T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:58:03.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Debate 2008</title><content type='html'>There are lots of issues to debate during this political season. Also many liberal and conservative sources for information. As a scientist that is married to a scientist Joe and I both believe strongly in scientific integrity and research based learning. There is a HUGE missing element to the current political debates and that is the discussion of the current state and future of scientific research in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest the &lt;a href="http://www.sciencedebate2008.com/www/index.php?id=40"&gt;Science Debate 2008&lt;/a&gt; website as a good jumping off point for finding out the views of our future political leaders on many relevant scientific issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4315011117183239231?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4315011117183239231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4315011117183239231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4315011117183239231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4315011117183239231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/09/science-debate-2008.html' title='Science Debate 2008'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-6961138049746059939</id><published>2008-09-02T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:53:15.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 7</title><content type='html'>Jaida is playing big kid league soccer this year. She has been doing great during practice. She even has been playing goalie during many practices and she proudly will tell anyone that will listen that she even picks up the ball when it is yucky and when it looks like someone might kick her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When given the choice of what jersey number she wanted to be she looked at the list  and picked number seven. I need to find out what went into this decision of hers. She always has a reason ... I need to find out waht made number seven so attractive to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6961138049746059939?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6961138049746059939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6961138049746059939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6961138049746059939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6961138049746059939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/09/number-7.html' title='Number 7'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-1603099026139851675</id><published>2008-09-02T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:35:03.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>My baby is in kindergarten! I had nightmares for the entire week before she started. Jaida, on the other hand, was practically vibrating out of her own skin with excitement at the prospects of being at the BIG school with the BIG kids. She loves her teacher, her classroom, her locker, her pink mailbox, walking in all.by.herself.every.single.day, the playground, taking her lunch to school, the science center, checking out books from the library and have I mentioned her teacher .... who happens to be quite young, bubbly, and energetic. It doesn't hurt matters that Jaida thinks she looks like her teacher (dark hair and eyes) and that her teacher has proclaimed PINK! as her all-time favorite color. It is all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from Jaida's first day of school ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida enjoying her first day of school breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6R04_q_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OiQCInyEnps/s1600-h/IMG_6969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6R04_q_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OiQCInyEnps/s320/IMG_6969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787354144505026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling her new big girl back pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SAGzZdRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/adkFfHhPCVc/s1600-h/IMG_6974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SAGzZdRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/adkFfHhPCVc/s320/IMG_6974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787546829681938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside her new big kid school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SAkOicDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pFuO17deRhg/s1600-h/IMG_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SAkOicDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pFuO17deRhg/s320/IMG_6977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787554728144946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Jaida ... "I am mostly excited with a tiny bit of nervous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SA55ZUZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qudRlANS2U4/s1600-h/IMG_6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6SA55ZUZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qudRlANS2U4/s320/IMG_6978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787560545046930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1603099026139851675?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1603099026139851675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1603099026139851675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1603099026139851675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1603099026139851675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6R04_q_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OiQCInyEnps/s72-c/IMG_6969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5177410907771205732</id><published>2008-08-15T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:40:32.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>We had a great stay on Hatteras Island. Mostly we just relaxed. We hung out on the beach, ate ice cream, did a bit of sight seeing and visited Ocracoke Island. It was a very relaxing and fun trip. Some much needed down-time before the fall frenzy sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures of Jaida ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TpDllu7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CN6jTsiRp04/s1600-h/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TpDllu7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CN6jTsiRp04/s320/IMG_6897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789349852724146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TpeZMGvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sQu9p0n_RJc/s1600-h/IMG_6921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TpeZMGvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sQu9p0n_RJc/s320/IMG_6921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789357048470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TptQpNtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jy19xJd5pfg/s1600-h/IMG_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TptQpNtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jy19xJd5pfg/s320/IMG_6925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789361039161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6Tp0BHJQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dwTqpjD3-FE/s1600-h/IMG_6941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6Tp0BHJQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dwTqpjD3-FE/s320/IMG_6941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789362853061890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5177410907771205732?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5177410907771205732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5177410907771205732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5177410907771205732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5177410907771205732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SL6TpDllu7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CN6jTsiRp04/s72-c/IMG_6897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5349910110551399249</id><published>2008-08-08T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:12:42.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sand and Margaritas</title><content type='html'>(Although the kids will not be enjoying the Margaritas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJw4KrYIb9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CnbtMiNKXTk/s1600-h/chairs_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJw4KrYIb9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CnbtMiNKXTk/s320/chairs_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232118623191461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be on a road trip .... More to come shortly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5349910110551399249?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5349910110551399249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5349910110551399249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5349910110551399249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5349910110551399249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/08/sun-sand-and-margaritas.html' title='Sun, Sand and Margaritas'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJw4KrYIb9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CnbtMiNKXTk/s72-c/chairs_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-34263442084444465</id><published>2008-08-06T07:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:28:02.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; is doing amazingly well on both these fronts. With time being the limiting factor in us being able to practice these things with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; it seemed she was getting easily frustrated. And so were we. We were trying to practice two or three days a week for 20-30 minutes each time and that was simply too big a chunk of time in our already packed summer schedule. So we implemented our new practice everyday for just 5-10 minutes policy and it is so much easier on all of us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; is thriving and is no longer frustrated and we feel that she is getting all the practice time in she needs at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first get home from daycare I sit down with both kids with books. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; has a book that talks to him when he pushes the buttons so he can *read* it by himself while I work with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; can handle about three or four short stories at a time before she starts getting squirmy and losing her ability to concentrate. Because I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; to do the reading I have started to steer away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Dr. Seuss books and other longer beginning reader books. They are too long and we have a hard time making it all the way through. For this reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; has been really flying through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bob-Books-Set-Beginning-Readers/dp/0439845009/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218023287&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; books lately. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmPN7oNrqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n2L9LRm4w7k/s1600-h/51qjKNTnZzL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmPN7oNrqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n2L9LRm4w7k/s320/51qjKNTnZzL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231369911674973858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are perfect for her&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmPVRLekeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/28IS1XTr_m0/s1600-h/51VmBXxMJfL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmPVRLekeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/28IS1XTr_m0/s320/51VmBXxMJfL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231370037719110114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read by herself with just the occasional assistance from me. The books are around 5-6 pages long.  The words are short and rhyme. Also each set focuses on a set of letters or sounds so the concept is really reinforced. The thing I most love about them is all the words can be sounded out so it has really reinforced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; that if she doesn't recognize a word immediately all she needs to do is sound it out. My only complaint is the stories are a bit boring (compared to Dr. Seuss or similar) and the drawings are pretty simple which is both good and bad. The good is it keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; focused on the words rather than the pictures but the bad is they don't really hold her attention for very long. The books that have really been great for many reasons are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Playful-Pals-Level-Nora-Gaydos/dp/1584762039"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; ones. The books have a nice progression from simple short-vowel sounds simple consonant sounds, and beginning sight words and mostly three letter words to long-vowel sounds, blended consonant sounds, reinforce sight words and four and five letter words.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmSzp9FvRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLHfFTh4nJQ/s1600-h/51XCVC2H0QL._SL500_SS75_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmSzp9FvRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLHfFTh4nJQ/s320/51XCVC2H0QL._SL500_SS75_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373858300607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmS_E0nvkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OIUsGDnX3j8/s1600-h/519H2T5JB0L._SL500_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_SS75_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmS_E0nvkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OIUsGDnX3j8/s320/519H2T5JB0L._SL500_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_SS75_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231374054491405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the stories are funny and the pictures are colorful and very interesting. Many times while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; is reading she will look at the picture and say "I wonder what that is" and then she will say "let me keep reading and find out". I think the pictures are a great motivation tool. Another great motivation tool is the fact that the set comes with 10 short stories, a parents guide that talks about the sight words and suggestions on how to reinforce the concepts and a sheet of stickers that correspond to each of the ten books in the set (40 stickers). So each time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; completes a book on her own she gets to put the appropriate sticker inside the cover of the book. She totally loves this aspect of the books and I love that it means she will read each of these books 4 times on her own so that she can put all the stickers on the cover. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmUOtdGurI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ycJjTbwJG9w/s1600-h/519JRAYQ35L._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmUOtdGurI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ycJjTbwJG9w/s320/519JRAYQ35L._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231375422608292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; also loves the Dick and Jane books. For some reason this makes me so happy. I learned to read with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Storybook-Treasury-Dick-Jane-Friends/dp/0448433400/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218024359&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Dick and Jane&lt;/a&gt; books. The stories are simple, pictures are cute and the repetition is great. This compilation of stories is really great because the first stories are very short - "See Spot Run" sort of sentences. As you make your way through the stories the sentences become longer, more complex words are added, punctuation is added and we start seeing things in quotes which has allowed me to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; about following the story and telling me who is doing the speaking. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; finishes a story I usually have her sit there and tell me what happened in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; story in her own words just to reinforce that she not only needs to figure out the words while she is reading she needs to pay attention to what is actually happening in the story. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; is doing so well on the reading front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading time which really only lasts about 15 minutes or so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; gets to play for a bit and then when Joe gets home she practices piano for 10 minutes or so. This has also worked out really well. Joe has really been working with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; on keeping good posture, hand placement and being able to hear the rhythm or beat. They also just really focus on mastering one page of her music book. She learns it and then plays it over and over again until she has it down. Then they start refining it with making sure she has the rhythm down and can do it from memory. I think it is helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; to have a sense of accomplishment to be able to walk away knowing she just learned something from beginning to end and can do it well. She also is really really good at reading the music and following along in her music book. I am most amazed that while she is playing she has learned to look ahead to see what is coming next without losing her place. She is really doing well! She has a five week break from formal lessons due to vacations for everyone. I think Miss Denise is going to be pleasantly surprised when she sees how much progress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jaida&lt;/span&gt; has made. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-34263442084444465?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/34263442084444465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=34263442084444465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/34263442084444465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/34263442084444465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading-and-piano.html' title='Reading and Piano'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SJmPN7oNrqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n2L9LRm4w7k/s72-c/51qjKNTnZzL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-8693460809290225077</id><published>2008-07-29T08:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:32:31.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't talk about our own spirituality much. Let me clarify that … we talk about it with our children and between ourselves but for the most part avoid the subject altogether when talking with friends and extended family. I suppose there are several reasons for this. First, for us, religion/spirituality is a private matter. We have never felt the need to convert other people to our belief system. Also, most (if not all) of our friends and most definitely all of our extended family are much more socially/politically conservative than us. Joe and I are VERY liberal. Add to that the fact that we are both atheists it is just easier at times not to talk about any of it. Because of all of these reasons finding a spiritual path to follow has been difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joe and I were both raised in Christianity. I was raised as a Southern Baptist (although we only went to church a handful of times during my entire childhood). I would say it was more fear-based than anything … fear of going to hell, fear of not getting what I wanted because I was a sinner, etc. Very early on I realized I was not a believer and was not like everyone else around me. Joe was raised in a pretty vanilla non-denominational church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It wasn’t until after we had the kids that we talked about how we would raise them. Joe took a pretty anti-organized-religion stance while for me it was more important that our kids not be baptized into any one belief system. I wanted to give them all the knowledge and tools early on to allow them to choose their own faith when they got older. Or not. At first I thought it would be good enough to raise good, upstanding people. To teach them how to be helpful, empathetic, caring and to treat others as they would hope to be treated. Then I realized that I was searching for something more ... something was missing. We were missing that sense of community. We wanted to find a group of people that were like-minded. I wanted for my kids to never feel like outcasts due to what they believed. I never thought I would find that in any sort of organized religion. I use the word religion very lightly here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After speaking to a couple of friends and doing some internet searches I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.uua.org/"&gt;Unitarian Universalism&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not my desire to try and convert anyone. I just feel a need to talk about this and since it is my blog I guess I am entitled. After much reading about the UU faith, searches to find a l&lt;a href="http://www.uua.org/aboutus/findcongregation/index.php"&gt;ocal fellowship&lt;/a&gt; and attempts at convincing Joe to come with me just one time to try it out we have found our spiritual home. We feel so at home and quite honestly for the first time feel like we have surrounded ourselves with like-minded people rather than always feeling like the odd-duck or outsider because of our beliefs. We fondly refer to our church as the "hippie church". Although Joe has *issues* with the word "church" because it has such a loaded connotation, so we call it a fellowship. Either way it is a beautiful old building nestled in a thick grove of trees just outside of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state&gt;DC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The building blends in with surrounding environment rather than standing out as something different from it. During the winter we are greeted by a roaring fire in the fireplace. During the spring and summer the light filters through the forest canopy and through the domed sky lights in the sanctuary in the most beautiful of ways. In the fall we have a gorgeous view out the sanctuary windows of the turning foliage. The building is spare, with a lovely sanctuary which contains absolutely no religious iconography. The decorations are minimal and usually consist of paintings by local artists and a beautiful hand painted tree of life which hangs on the back wall. Thanks to one lady there is always a lovely arrangement of items brought in from nature … anything from a vase of twigs artfully arranged to beautiful flower arrangements using flowers grown on the property or along the roadside sitting next to the alter. It always brightens my day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We became members in 2006, slightly before Jax was born, after attending for nearly a year. Both of our kids had their dedication ceremony last year. The dedication had less to do with bringing the kids into the religion and more to do with the people of the congregation agreeing to watch over and guide the children on their path of learning to the best of their abilities. I've become involved in teaching the religious education classes (exploring all religions and beliefs of the world) for Jaida’s age group. We are part of a larger spiritual community now, but our children will be encouraged to work out their own belief system (believing in god or not) in a supportive, welcoming environment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was with great sadness and horror that I read about the shooting in at the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Unitarian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Knoxville&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;TN.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; A gunman entered the crowded sanctuary and killed two people, injuring more, while children were performing "Annie." He was eventually subdued as he stopped to reload his 12-gauge shot gun. It appears that his reasons for killing were that he was &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/07/28/church.shooting/index.html"&gt;upset at not being able to find a job and he hated the liberal movement&lt;/a&gt;. As someone on the internet pointed out, "...if you have people like, say, Malkin and Coulter out there spreading the idea that liberals should be shot, it kind of follows that someone's going to be crazy enough to take that seriously." Is it their fault? No. Did it happen that way? We don't know. But it does make me wonder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shot? For being liberal?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think many UU’s are feeling a bit rattled. Our church just recently became an official &lt;a href="http://www.uua.org/leaders/leaderslibrary/welcomingcongregation/index.shtml"&gt;Welcoming Congregation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; and proudly sports a sign declaring this on the front door. We also have signs out by the road which state that we are a free-thinking, tolerant, empathetic group of people and that all are welcome. Our church supports many liberal causes and there is no doubt about what the people who enter our church believe. It is a bit worrisome though seeing as we are not located in the most liberally progressive area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fact that the shooter chose a community of peace-loving, open-minded and loving-hearted people to "touch" with his evil act (a word the Reverend of the church used to describe the situation), is ironic in the saddest sense of the word. One quote (from the Reverend of the UU congregation in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Woodstock&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;TN&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) that caught my eye yesterday is “We don’t want to leap to conclusions and need to wait for the investigation to unfold,” Larsen said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“But if this is another example of the fruit of bigotry, it will only encourage us to pursue more vigorously our Unitarian Universalist belief in ‘the inherit worth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dignity of every person’ and to pursue ‘justice, equity and compassion in human relations.’”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All innocent victims of senseless violence have a right to be acknowledged, but my heart is with that community today. My thoughts are with all those affected. I wish you peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8693460809290225077?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8693460809290225077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8693460809290225077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8693460809290225077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8693460809290225077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-9006095717585596270</id><published>2008-07-23T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:15:52.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>We find ourselves in the middle of summer. We have been spending lots of time at the pool. Jaida is now officially a swimmer! She can dog-paddle and tread-water efficiently at this point and is now learning to swim under water with her little goggles on. She leaps (flying-squirrel style) off the side of the pool in the deep end and then swims to either Joe or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida is also really enjoying being able to read and spends lots of time trying to figure/sound out words on her own. The Scholastic BOB books have been a great learning tool. She is now moving onto Dick and Jane stories and some Dr Seuss books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida is also really flourishing in her piano lessons and is now playing with both hands and reading music. She really has a good ear and recognizes when she has done well with something she is playing. The curriculum her music teacher is using is &lt;a href="http://musicforlittlemozarts.com/home.html"&gt;Music for Little Mozarts&lt;/a&gt;. It is really well written and progresses at a good pace. Most of all it is interesting and fun for Jaida. She loves the workbook that comes with the music lesson book. She also loves the little animal companions that come with the music lesson book. It really makes learning fun and seem less like learning which is great. Jaida loves her Mozart Mouse, Beethoven Bear and Clara Schuman Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the summer where we are really seeing Jaida come into her own. So far this has been a great summer with Jaida. She is so easy and we have tons of fun as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-9006095717585596270?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/9006095717585596270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=9006095717585596270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/9006095717585596270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/9006095717585596270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-634595555410991800</id><published>2008-06-25T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:27:36.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Year Well Child Check-Up</title><content type='html'>Jaida had her five year old check up yesterday. She is as healthy as can be ... but then again we already knew that. She is 41.25 inches tall and if she continues on her current growth curve she will be about 5'3" or 5'4" as an adult. That sounds just about right. She is also 38 pounds. So about 50% for weight and 30% for height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Smith was asking Jaida all sorts of questions just to get a feel for her linguistic abilities and ability to comprehend more complex questions. Jaida sat there and had a very nice conversation with the doctor. She then showed him how she can read a book. He was very impressed and said I am going to really need to advocate for Jaida this year and get her working at a accelerated pace in school to keep her from getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, a very good appointment overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-634595555410991800?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/634595555410991800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=634595555410991800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/634595555410991800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/634595555410991800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-year-well-child-check-up.html' title='5 Year Well Child Check-Up'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8908345257152980638</id><published>2008-06-23T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:12:21.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bouncing Good Time</title><content type='html'>Jaida and Jaxon had their joint birthday bash on Saturday. This year we decided to have the party hosted outside of our house. We chose a play arena called &lt;a href="http://www.bounceaboutinc.com/"&gt;Bounce About&lt;/a&gt;. It is a large warehouse that has several very large inflatable play areas ... a moon bounce, two obstacle courses, a large slide and smaller slide and then a contained moon bounce slide structure for the under three set. The kids ran and bounced for a solid hour. After that we had pizza and fruit and then &lt;a href="http://dessertsbygerard.com/"&gt;strawberry short cake&lt;/a&gt; and ice cream. I think all the kids had a great time and were totally exhausted afterwards. Jaida invited several of her friends from dance, some friends from school, and then her best friends Jordyn and Peyton. Jax's little friend Faith also came. They all had a really good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8908345257152980638?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8908345257152980638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8908345257152980638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8908345257152980638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8908345257152980638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/bouncing-good-time.html' title='A Bouncing Good Time'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-5867092537706348849</id><published>2008-06-19T09:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:53.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Companionship</title><content type='html'>There are times having two kids feels like a tremendous amount of work. For instance getting them ready to go in the morning, getting them to share toys, getting them to agree on what they want to eat, etc. But these times are so overshadowed by the friendship we see blooming in our kids. While they still bicker on occasion and each seems to derive great pleasure from pestering the other they absolutely adore each other. It is so nice to see them getting to the age where they actively seek each other out for companionship. It is also really nice to see that they are both very protective of each other against those they perceive as outsiders. I know they will have times where they drift apart and then become close again but I hope this love they share as little ones stays with them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of our two little monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the Awakening statue at National Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYTpWvY9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/bPrba0sWt4s/s1600-h/2591887207_f40c20f3f9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYTpWvY9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/bPrba0sWt4s/s320/2591887207_f40c20f3f9_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213576613176763346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the hill at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYfMCGeDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MQpHJKyiHFE/s1600-h/2591887797_37518c2c71_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYfMCGeDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MQpHJKyiHFE/s320/2591887797_37518c2c71_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213576811463997490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a sandwich, curb and some giggles at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYqcOw1YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg8q3UQAvFg/s1600-h/2592726680_64db549012_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYqcOw1YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg8q3UQAvFg/s320/2592726680_64db549012_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577004790633858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the geese at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpY3wPXdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iA_Up41MUDM/s1600-h/2592728758_4a4f6c080a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpY3wPXdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iA_Up41MUDM/s320/2592728758_4a4f6c080a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577233500174130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing us the daisies they picked while at the dog park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZBzKSFVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iIwKYujb3ws/s1600-h/2592729724_6b6c0281a2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZBzKSFVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iIwKYujb3ws/s320/2592729724_6b6c0281a2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577406082848082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing a computer game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZQOqz4BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ee3j_JaMsIg/s1600-h/2592734694_0e3f528549_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZQOqz4BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ee3j_JaMsIg/s320/2592734694_0e3f528549_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577653985206290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a late afternoon popsicle. Look at how they squeezed themselves together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZaR4u7fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UDRjz4CzLFY/s1600-h/2592734830_7d646524be_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpZaR4u7fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UDRjz4CzLFY/s320/2592734830_7d646524be_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577826647600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post this on both kids blog to serve as a future reminder that once upon a time they really did like each other. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5867092537706348849?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5867092537706348849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5867092537706348849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5867092537706348849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5867092537706348849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/companionship.html' title='Companionship'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpYTpWvY9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/bPrba0sWt4s/s72-c/2591887207_f40c20f3f9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-8340020618788881562</id><published>2008-06-19T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:54.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpTEpk-r5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mZnYhpsX6Og/s1600-h/2592727290_b5abfabea9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpTEpk-r5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mZnYhpsX6Og/s320/2592727290_b5abfabea9_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213570857980309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one thing that never ceases to amaze me about Jaida is how much of herself she throws into everything she does. She never half way does anything. Once she decides this is something she indeed wants to do she goes at it full throttle. I think this following picture really is a great example of her enthusiasm. It was taken during her PeeWee World Cup soccer tournament. She really had a blast and played her little heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even made a few goals, chased the ball down and *stole* it a few times and ended up with a pretty good skinned knee in the process. She played hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8340020618788881562?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8340020618788881562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8340020618788881562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8340020618788881562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8340020618788881562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/exuberance.html' title='Exuberance'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpTEpk-r5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mZnYhpsX6Og/s72-c/2592727290_b5abfabea9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-4656072771443071506</id><published>2008-06-19T08:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:54.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>Jaida's dance recital was last Saturday evening. She did absolutely great ... all the girls really did wonderfully. They knew their routine and got right up on the stage did what they were supposed to do. Most importantly they had a blast .... they were all giggles and smiles which was nice to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jaida with the other girls (minus one) from her class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQMxA3avI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uSUcbj1990o/s1600-h/2591891621_7cccdee3e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQMxA3avI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uSUcbj1990o/s320/2591891621_7cccdee3e1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213567698880391922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jaida up on stage as her routine began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQgshYOnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I11c6b7bBqA/s1600-h/2592735096_c9882e519c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQgshYOnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I11c6b7bBqA/s320/2592735096_c9882e519c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213568041271966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are boogie woogying their little hearts out in this one - their song was Rockin' Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQw2n0rwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3TJE6m09Juw/s1600-h/2592735126_9e0cba3554_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQw2n0rwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3TJE6m09Juw/s320/2592735126_9e0cba3554_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213568318861258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during the final bow for all the dancers. Look how happy and excited Jaida is ... her expression says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpRBf4sZII/AAAAAAAAAGs/AuduXUzF_94/s1600-h/2591896959_fb5c1ca39f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpRBf4sZII/AAAAAAAAAGs/AuduXUzF_94/s320/2591896959_fb5c1ca39f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213568604815778946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4656072771443071506?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4656072771443071506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4656072771443071506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4656072771443071506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4656072771443071506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SFpQMxA3avI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uSUcbj1990o/s72-c/2591891621_7cccdee3e1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-372354705935471579</id><published>2008-06-18T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:26:39.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day all about Jaida</title><content type='html'>is what we have fondly taken to calling yesterday at our house. Since it was her birthday Jaida got to pick how every aspect of the day went. She decided that she and Jax should have cinnamon rolls (hot out of the oven) and strawberry ice cream for breakfast. Let me say that now Jax thinks he should have strawberry ice cream for breakfast every day. I gave her the choice of us staying home from work and celebrating or her going to Nancy's house. She opted for making cupcakes to take to Nancy's to share with her friends and politely requested that I stay at work late so she could get lots of celebrating in with her friends. :) They spent the day swimming, playing video games, spa and she was completely worn out by the time I arrived (late, of course) to pick her up and head for home. Once home she opened all her pressies ... which she totally loved. She then requested creamy mac &amp;amp; cheese and all the candy she can eat for dinner. The funny thing is the thought of eating unlimited quantities of candy for dinner must be intoxicating because she doesn't even like candy. Anyhow, she ate a copious amount of mac &amp;amp; cheese and then we sang Happy Birthday to her while she blew out five candles stuck in a cupcake. A bit more playing and by the time she hit the bed she was asleep in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we are having a combination party for Jaida and Jax at a local bounce arena. Jaida is SO excited as many of her school friends that she has been desperately missing are going to be there. Should be lots of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-372354705935471579?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/372354705935471579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=372354705935471579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/372354705935471579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/372354705935471579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-all-about-jaida.html' title='The day all about Jaida'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3476503698411853603</id><published>2008-06-17T07:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:33:47.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years Old</title><content type='html'>I am not exactly sure when I blinked and my little chubby baby became a very slender 5 year old girl. It scares me a bit though. I have really made an effort to live in the moment with my kids. I don't wish time to fly by to get out of rough patches or phases of undesirable behavior. Instead I try to live in the now knowing that with the little bit of bad will come an abundance of good. So in some ways I feel like we have had a very full five years together but in another way I feel like the five years just went by much too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dark hours of the early morning my first baby, my only girl baby, turned five years old. This seems huge. She has left the baby in her behind forever. She has had her feet firmly planted in the domain of the little kid for a while now as evidenced by dance recitals, playing piano, learning to swim, tying her own shoes, playing soccer, etc. One thing changed during the early morning hours today ... she is now officially five years old. For the last year I have spent a fair amount of time in denial still calling her a toddler because she was after all only four years old. A four year old is not of school age and therefore not a little kid is what I told myself (over and over again). I am feeling a little weepy today as I think about Jaida as a baby and how quickly these last five years have sped by. Even though I am a little weepy I am mostly happy when I think about all Jaida has become in the last five years and all the potential she holds for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my sweet girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3476503698411853603?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3476503698411853603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3476503698411853603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3476503698411853603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3476503698411853603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-years-old.html' title='Five Years Old'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3731922444298019968</id><published>2008-06-05T07:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:57:51.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>This last Friday Jaida had her preschool graduation ceremony. She put on her little white cap and marched into the sanctuary with the rest of her graduating class. They performed several songs and other things they had memorized for the occasion. It was really very sweet. All of the kids seem so tiny .... much too small to be heading off to full-day kindergarten in just a couple of months. I think Jaida is ready to head off to her new big school  to learn all that she can in kindergarten. Her mama on the other hand is not so ready for this change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3731922444298019968?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3731922444298019968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3731922444298019968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3731922444298019968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3731922444298019968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7569649398451226956</id><published>2008-05-15T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:35:21.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is war?"</title><content type='html'>This is a hard question to answer ... especially when a 4.5 year old is asking it. We are pretty open when talking to Jaida about most things. We have been very open with Jaida about reproductive biology and she understands what we have told her (for the most part). We have also been fairly open about our (our being Joe and I) lack of religious beliefs. We are fairly cautious in these conversations for two reasons ... first we do not want to brainwash Jaida into believing as we do. Religion is a very personal decision .... I just want her to be fully informed when she eventually decides what she wants to believe or not believe if that is the case. Secondly, she attends a Baptist preschool ... where I think her parents views might make more than a few waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the subject of war. A couple of weeks ago Joe and I were discussing the mess the US has gotten itself into and the best ways to get ourselves out of it. The next day Jaida asks Joe what is war. The question caught us both off-guard. I suppose because it is such a complicated question and is even more complicated by the fact that Jaida really has no concept of deadly violence. She never watches tv shows or even cartoons that have violence in them. She doesn't even know that a gun is called a gun. She refers to guns as shooters and really has no idea what they are used for other than the fact that kids can accidentally get hurt by them. She just knows that if she is ever around another kid that has a shooter she is to get far away and find an adult and tell them ... she is absolutely never to touch it. Part of our difficulty in explaining war to Jaida is her absolute naivity on the subject of violence. Explaining the current war is made even more difficult due to the fact that all the ways I/Joe would use to describe a war/reason for war such as ... war only happens after all the other peaceful ways of resolving conflict have been exhausted, we (our military) are protecting ourselves from aggressors, we are protecting our freedom and way of life, and wars are short lived disagreements that eventually get worked out and make life better for all involved ... are simply not true at all.  Add to that the inevitable questioning of what we would do if war was to happen where we live and I can honestly say I have no idea how to answer these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we found a very general way of explaining war to Jaida. When we were done talking about war the puzzled look remained on her face but she got side tracked with something else. We are bracing ourselves for the tough to answer questions that are sure to come soon as she mulls over all teh information we gave her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7569649398451226956?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7569649398451226956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7569649398451226956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7569649398451226956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7569649398451226956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-war.html' title='&quot;What is war?&quot;'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-1154436050797893198</id><published>2008-05-06T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:49:59.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a crappy mom</title><content type='html'>Not sure what the reason is but Jaida and I are really butting heads lately. This really has me feeling quite down because I really just want to do right by her but right now we seem to be stuck in a cycle that I can't figure out how to get us out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this is caused by my recent return to the work force full-time and therefore feeling scattered and unorganized or if it is an age/developmental thing with Jaida or some combination of all of it. It seems that lately I am constantly on Jaida's case about something. Not moving fast enough or making me repeat myself a dozen times before she does what I ask, doing the VERY thing I just asked her not to do, etc. I feel like all I do is repeat myself and get ignored which really makes me feel like a nag ... which I hate. It doesn't help that I keep getting negative reports (for much the same reasons) from her daycare provider. I know these little things don't really bother Nancy and instead she is just venting to me but they just seem to add fuel to the fire. I am already on edge by the time I take Jaida home in the afternoon. I feel like I have such a limited amount of time in the evening and instead of us all having fun I spend my time nagging Jaida and she spends her time frustrated, annoyed and therefore whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really bothering me because I just so desperately want to have a good relationship with Jaida. My relationship with my own mom is extremely strained and knowing the angst it has caused me (for the better part of my life at this point) it is the last thing I ever want for Jaida. I am not sure how to remedy the situation. I try to be attentive and a good listener. I am going to try harder to just let go of the little things and just ask her to do X once and leave it at that. If she hasn't put her shoes on by the time I am ready to go she will just have to lock up the house and meet me in the car I suppose. sigh ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1154436050797893198?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1154436050797893198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1154436050797893198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1154436050797893198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1154436050797893198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-like-crappy-mom.html' title='Feeling like a crappy mom'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8983484125070516867</id><published>2008-05-05T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:36:45.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turd is a very funny word</title><content type='html'>Sunday we were out in the yard playing ball with the dogs. Raven was starting to get frisky and act like she might bolt so I said something like "get over here you little turd". Jaida was standing there when I said it. Next thing I hear is "mama what is turd". I told her that it was a not-so-nice way of saying poop. She thought it was a hilarious word and even funnier that I had just called the dog a piece of poo. We had to have another talk about how turd is yet another word that her mama says that she shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then put Raven on the leash. As we were heading back to the house she thought I was going to throw her toy and took off. I wasn't expecting it ... she yanked my arm hard as she came to the end of her lead. I heard/felt my neck pop. I yelled "good lord dog". Next thing I hear is Jaida asking "mama does good lord also mean poop?" We had to have another talk and mama needs to start watching what she says ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8983484125070516867?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8983484125070516867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8983484125070516867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8983484125070516867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8983484125070516867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/05/turd-is-very-funny-word.html' title='Turd is a very funny word'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8223026126189965991</id><published>2008-04-28T07:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:55.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition</title><content type='html'>For some time now we have been considering getting another dog. Mostly because Kaiko (our dog of many years) has always known life as a member of a pack. That is until Jasper (our old dog) passed away right before Jax was born. Then we had a new baby and the thought of another dog went away completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though we have started thinking again about getting another dog. Partly for Kaiko to have a friend and help him be a little less lonely and partly to have a dog that really likes kids and wants to play with them (Kaiko tolerates the kids but is not amused by them). We had a lot of ideas of what we wanted. We did not want a puppy. We wanted a dog that was well-adjusted and loves kids. We wanted a dog that was okay with cats. We wanted a dog that could be let off leash outside without running off. Mostly, we wanted a dog without a lot of baggage or issues. We have spent years getting Kaiko to a semi-normal state after all the abuse he suffered early on ... we don't have that kind of energy or time any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SBWzW9AKVxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AHenhD28uuw/s1600-h/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SBWzW9AKVxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AHenhD28uuw/s320/raven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194254952155469586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing Raven ... Our new two year old black lab. She adores the kids. She tolerates the cat. She loves to harass Kaiko and Kaiko loves to harass her in return. She slept on Jaida's bed for part of the night last night which had the pleasant side-effect of keeping Jaida in her bed last night. Her favorite game is fetch - OFF LEASH - which is fun and very entertaining for the kids. She is also an amazingly quiet dog - no whining, barking, whimpering, etc. She is a big ol' lap dog which is a bit much considering she weighs in at about 70 pounds. It almost seems as if she is tailor-made for us. She is everything we were hoping for in a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SBWzgdAKVyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H_rZE9UzL84/s1600-h/raven_jaida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SBWzgdAKVyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H_rZE9UzL84/s320/raven_jaida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194255115364226850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaida simply adores Raven and I am pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Their favorite game is when Jaida runs around the loop calling Raven. Raven happily trots after her pretending like she can't possibly catch Jaida. Jaida giggles the entire time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8223026126189965991?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8223026126189965991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8223026126189965991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8223026126189965991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8223026126189965991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-addition.html' title='A new addition'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SBWzW9AKVxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AHenhD28uuw/s72-c/raven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3204980138317792562</id><published>2008-04-23T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:55.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SA87KNAKVwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v7J-E-glE8g/s1600-h/wormdirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/SA87KNAKVwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v7J-E-glE8g/s320/wormdirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433941856540418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before bed Joe reads several books to Jaida. A while back I was given There's a hair in my dirt by Gary Larson as a gag gift. Jaida decided this is the book she wanted read first. Well, every night for the last several weeks Jaida fell asleep before Joe got to the last several pages. Joe was glad of this because this is not a kids book and the ending is pretty grizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jaida stayed awake and there was nothing Joe could do but keep reading because Jaida was very interested in how it was going to turn out. Needless to say it scared the crap out of her and made her cry. What a way to have to fall asleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3204980138317792562?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3204980138317792562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3204980138317792562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3204980138317792562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3204980138317792562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/traumatized-for-life.html' title='Traumatized for life'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/SA87KNAKVwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v7J-E-glE8g/s72-c/wormdirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3200821900974894304</id><published>2008-04-11T07:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:51:55.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to be long ...</title><content type='html'>This is a very interesting and entertaining article posted by Hunter at &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/4/10/72338/0002/129/493110"&gt;Daily Kos&lt;/a&gt; and cross posted at &lt;a href="http://www.mothertalkers.com/"&gt;Mother Talkers&lt;/a&gt;.  Quite political in nature but beyond that just his description of how his daughter "is" at the tender age of 7 is quite interesting. It makes me worry a bit as I already see many of these traits in my sweet little Jaida and she is not yet 5 years old. What in the world is she going to be like when she is 7?!? A little frightening to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="story"&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="diaryTitle"&gt;Foreign Policy As Practiced By Seven Year Old Children&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 class="byline"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://hunter.dailykos.com/"&gt;Hunter&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4 class="date"&gt;Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 04:47:00 PM PDT&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="intro"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter, in second grade, has been (let's face it) an unholy terror of a child, of late. I blame this entirely on her fellow classmates at her public school, as she was an impeccably well adjusted, unfailingly polite and conscientious child before she met them -- that's my story, anyway, and I'll stick to it. Before starting school, she was an emotionally competent if energetic child, able to comport herself with all the grace a preschooler is capable of mustering. After starting school, she almost immediately absorbed all the most primal lessons of grade school social interaction, and has become a small, pink-clothed monster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some of this I recognize from my own childhood, of course. The petty tribalism, the true vapidity of what counts as "friend" or "enemy", and the seemingly tidal nature with which the two designations come and go, primarily revolving around who brings what fabulous new toy, marble, trading card, sugar bomb, handheld game, whatever, etc., and so on. Some comrades show the first twinges of what may someday become true friendship; others reveal themselves to be the future bane of all those they come in contact with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other lessons, though, are different. As a grade school boy, I cannot deny that social interactions were much more twinged with actual violence, in our circles -- "social" skills were not just lacking, but actively avoided. My daughter has given me a new window into the interactions of sub-ten-year-old girls, which combine the implicit physical violence common among boys with an underlying social viciousness that we boys would have been boggled by. Deny it all you want, but young boys and young girls are &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;, and if I had my pick I know I would far rather have been made to eat playground dirt than be subjected with the withering, coldly plotting glare of a grade school girl contemplating my relative value in her social circle, and what she was about to do about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life never progresses much beyond high school, goes one common observation. I think, though, that this is perhaps being more charitable towards many adults than is warranted. Perhaps &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people never manage to evolve past basic high school social interactions, but for others even that seems a lofty pinnacle indeed. Everything I needed to know about the implicit tenets and instincts of conservatism, for example, I learned and rejected before I had turned ten. My daughter seems on the same path.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- polls come after this --&gt; &lt;ul class="catcom"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  :: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extended"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f all the habits of two legged little monsters that my daughter has recently adopted, by far the most prevalent and annoying is the phrase "Do what I want, or I won't be your friend anymore." I have no idea which of the cloven hoofed little brats from Satan's personal jungle gym first introduced her to this omnipresent schoolyard concept, but my daughter has now made it fully her own, along with clever variations like "do what I want, or I won't love you anymore," or "do what I want, or I'm not going to listen to you anymore," or the minimalist, unsubtle version, "do what I want, or I hate you." My daughter considers this to be a master stroke of manipulation, the ultimate takedown when faced with any adversary who demands that she brush her teeth or stop tying things to the dog. Of course, all it actually does is enrage the recipient of the threat, convincing them that all promised decades of bitter, loveless relationship with their child will be just fine, thank you very much, if You Will Only Brush Your God Damned Teeth This Instant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I shudder to imagine what the schoolyard must be like, with my daughter's dozen or so second-grade friends in constant orbit around each other, each threatening at all points in time the ostracism of all of the others unless their will is adhered to at any particular moment. Every child seeks to find that delicate balance between getting what they want and over-irritating all the others to the point of potential retaliation. Every child, when faced with the threat, attempts to be placid enough to not invoke resentment, but all of them are too bent on domination to stop &lt;em&gt;issuing&lt;/em&gt; the threats themselves. For a child in those first few years of social interaction, there are no shades of gray, there is only black and white, friend and enemy, compliant momentary footstool or bitter rival. One day "Peggy" is a bosom friend; the next day "Peggy" doesn't want to share her favorite toy, so she is now called "Piggy" and despised. Repeat until the children grow out of it, or until Peggy develops telekinetic powers and starts popping the other children's heads like grapes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It seems difficult to imagine such stumbling social misfittery finding any home in anyone over the age of, say, ten. Surely it is a product of the most rote years of childhood, when you are learning your social balance alongside your physical balance, and only accomplishing either through trial and error. In the end, though, "do what I want, or I won't be your friend anymore" is a time-honored tradition of the highest levels of discourse. If you want to witness the interactions of eight year old girls on a school playground, you need look no farther than Bill Kristol, or Sean Hannity, or any number of devoutly conservative pundits and lawmakers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hey, France. I'm going to go attack that country over there. Help me or I'm not going to be your friend anymore."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But that's a stupid thing to do. Why would I want..."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"OK, that's it. You're a jerk and I hate you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"All I'm saying is that--"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hey everybody! I say from now on we don't call french fries &lt;em&gt;french fries&lt;/em&gt;, we call them &lt;em&gt;Freedom&lt;/em&gt; Fries!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You know, french fries aren't even French--"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Too late! Freedom Fries, Freedom Fries, Freedom Fries!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, when faced with the grade school gambit of "do what I want, or I won't be your friend anymore," the fear of every child is to end up like France, mocked and alone, with people making fun of your name in the cafeteria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish I could tell my child, during those times when she herself has been declared France for the day, that eventually people grow up and that sort of thing doesn't happen anymore. But then I watch CSPAN, and it seems an impossible promise to make.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he second behavioral abomination that my child has decided to make her own is the &lt;em&gt;I Know Better Than You&lt;/em&gt; phase. My daughter is absolutely convinced -- without question -- that she is the expert on any subject, any device, any process, and any phenomenon of the physical world that she declares herself to be the expert of. I do not even know when she &lt;em&gt;learned&lt;/em&gt; the word "expert," but now she is one, and her subject of expertise changes according to the winds and whatever anyone else is doing at the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My daughter has declared herself an expert driver: she has never once driven, and cannot reach the pedals, but she is insistent that she knows more than I do on the subject. She can play the piano better than I can; can play video games better than I can; can chainsaw tree branches better than I can; can program computers better than I can; can choose quality merchandise at moderate prices better than I can, and so on. She has achieved expert status on how banks work ("they give people money"), how tall trees can get ("until they poke the sky"), how big the moon is ("bigger than the whole city!"), and the full and complete definitions of any word you can show her, read to her, or make up on the spot. She can fix the plumbing under the sink using nothing more than my biggest pipe wrench, used as a hammer (crap -- excuse me one moment...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;... and is an expert on where the pipe wrench goes, after it has done its duty. My child, in other words, is that special kind of genius, the genius that does not even need to know that a field of study exists in order to have mastered it to an extent greater than all others in recorded history. She is only foiled, alas, by the fact that all other second graders in her school have acquired the exact same superpower. This, as you can imagine, leads to fights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is unfathomable to me how society could function if our primal young did not quickly outgrow this conceit. I can only imagine what would happen if my daughter were to, say, be suddenly placed in charge of the economy and legal frameworks of a large but damaged Middle Eastern nation. She would not even be able to speak the language, could not read a newspaper, could not so much as understand T-shirts she saw on the street, but she would insist she had a thorough and complete comprehension of the nuanced economic policies needed in order to rebuild that nation into a better place. She would not have studied economics at all, in fact, nor have a degree in anything but personal self-satisfaction, but she would be absolutely certain in her convictions, and just as certain in her dismissals of anyone who spoke to the contrary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The result would likely be ruinous. I can only quiver at the thought of someone like my daughter, in her current state, running amok in the halls of power, whether it be in that country, in this one, or in any other. The scientists would come to her with their scientific findings; the small child would simply rewrite them, insisting she knew more about the subject than they did. The economists would tell her that her most cherished preconceptions were fundamentally flawed; the child would declare it all bunk, and insist that she knew better. Constitutional law, environmental policy, foreign policy, education, welfare, disaster relief -- imagine, if you will, a government populated at the highest levels by small children chosen for the unbudging resolve with which they hold their preconceptions, rather than any actual expertise in their assigned fields. Imagine a half-formed leader who, upon being told what the laws were, simply wrote down on a piece of paper what his or her "interpretation" of those laws were -- and asserted it loudly to be more binding than the actual law itself. Or, when faced with any dicey situation, simply ignored all dire assessments until they found a single, sole other child who said what he wanted to hear -- and elevated &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person over the others, and placed &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person in charge of the situation, and presumed from then on in that the problem was solved by simple virtue of their own decider-ness that it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; resolved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;omeone like my own seven year old daughter, in charge of a nation, declaring with all the strength a pouting seven-year-old can muster which inviolate laws of man and nature were true and which were now to be declared false, dismissing all fields of study, all expertise, indeed all experience throughout history other than her own barely formulated, primal notions of her surroundings?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cannot imagine the catastrophe; it boggles the mind. I am glad for my daughter's newfound self confidence, yes, but thank goodness we keep such undeveloped, emotionally primitive people away from any true power, in this country, choosing instead to elevate those that seek to study and understand their surroundings rather than recast them according their own cherished fantasies. Thank goodness we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; value expertise over simple stubbornness, and science over self-serving, evidenceless declarations, and thank goodness indeed that you need to be a competent, well-functioning adult to rule the world, and not a petty, stubborn child.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet, I confess, I sometimes wonder whether the presumption of innate expertise ever truly goes away, in adulthood, or simply recedes into the background as actual expertise displaces those first mere perceptions of knowledge. What would happen, if a child or even young adult grew up in an environment in which fictional information was more highly prized than real information -- in which a system of beliefs was cherished over actual, provable facts? Would they ever, even as grown men and women, outgrow those claustrophobic mental confines -- or even seek to, or even understand the difference? I watch the news, on most days, and watch the unending stream of faces who seem to exhibit those very characteristics, the ones that in my daughter represent only a fleeting, passing phase, and in my darker hours I wonder if perhaps there is not a secret underground movement of people trying for exactly that environment of willfully arrested development -- a kind of Freemasons for the promotion of ostentatious idiocy, perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Certainly, the signs are plentiful: obscure websites, magazines, think tanks, famous pundits, authors of no discernible expertise or talent, all revolving around the same central vortex of studiously enforced factual illiteracy. I for one am resolved to find out whether such an underground society exists or, more to the point, why all evidence points to it existing if, as my conservative friends keep insisting, it does not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;here is one more developmental car crash that has manifested itself in my young daughter, and I suspect it is strongly related to her own aforementioned sense of supernatural expertise. My daughter remains steadfastly in the &lt;em&gt;disassembly&lt;/em&gt; phase of development.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The most obvious and frequent manifestation is the "destroy the city" game. My daughter can build soaring, tall buildings made out of blocks, or can tame the wildest frontiers of the living room via well-planned railroad construction. Flat surfaces of all sorts become miniaturized parking lots, or superhighways, or more frequently both at the same time. Sooner or later, however, all living room civilizations must fall. Whether it be by unexpected child-shaped meteor, or horrific imaginary plane crash, or the dreaded Ballerina Godzilla, or some other natural or supernatural fate, every block building will eventually be toppled with giddy glee. Every railroad line will be wrecked by giant beasts; every crowded superhighway is fated to become an apocalyptic scene, and usually before dinnertime. I have never known any child, anywhere, who did not instinctively enjoy destruction as much as creation, and consider them the inseparable, joyous yin and yang of childhood. It is instinct, and it is a small token of much needed personal power; complete control over the fate of some small, discrete, petty thing, even though the wide outside world is unfathomably large, and unmovable, and opaque.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My own child, however, takes disassembly quite seriously: in addition to a steady stream of creative indoor apocalypses, no toy or other sufficiently tantalizing individual item is safe from a methodical, astonishingly thorough deconstruction. My daughter believes that nothing is worth playing with unless it can be carefully destroyed, reduced to its smallest, most elemental parts. Not only is this great fun, but she considers it the inexorable methodology of the universe: my daughter is entropy, born into human form.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s a recent gift, my wife and I presented my daughter with a fully posable doll, meant as diminutive rider for an appropriately sized but rather non-posable toy horse. Within twenty minutes, the floor looked like a crime scene. The first minutes were spent removing all articles of clothing, including the hair braids. That lasted only a moment; after that, the arms and legs were all somehow detached. The figure was unceremoniously decapitated, and even the posable wrists were detached from the posable forearms. And all were scattered in a small section of the floor, as if the poor doll had stumbled over a land mine buried in the living room rug.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From this, my initial deduction was that my child was going to grow up to be either an accomplished scientist, or an equally accomplished serial killer. (Which she leans towards seems to shift by the day, but for the moment I think perhaps some more abstract, non-human toys may be in order, just to give some relief to the unnerved grownups around her.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was not, though, an act of violence or even aggressiveness. It was a mere act of childhood entropy -- of discovering the true nature of a new thing by fully dissecting it and categorizing the remains, whether it be doll, toy car, a strand of beads, the parts of a flashlight. If something unscrews, it is meant to be unscrewed; that much seems transparently obvious, even to a child. If something is openable, it is meant to be opened. If something &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be disassembled, than it was clearly &lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to be disassembled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are excruciatingly foolish, leave a child alone in a room with only two things: a hammer, and a vase. Any parent with a functioning cortex can predict the outcome. The answer, to the child, is obvious: if I have been given access to a hammer, that must mean something needs hammering. If I have been given access to something that can be destroyed by hammering, then it clearly is meant to be hammered. It is so transparently predictable and ingrained that the most rudimentary form of this instinct has been reduced to aphorism: &lt;em&gt;give a man a hammer, and the whole world looks like a nail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To a child, creation and destruction look like the same thing. They are merely alterations of their environment from one state to another. Who is to say that an intact doll is the natural state of the doll -- why could not the disassembled state be the more fundamental one? It certainly, if nothing else, requires more work to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What, then, would happen if this grade-school instinct were practiced at the highest elevations of power? What if a fool were given access to a military, what would happen? An air force is like the best, shiniest, most spectacular hammer ever developed; what level of studious adult restraint would it take to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; start waving the thing around? Never mind even that, reduce it further -- what if, God forbid, we were governed by children who &lt;em&gt;could not tell the difference between the constructed and unconstructed states of a thing?&lt;/em&gt; What if "destroying the village in order to save it" actually was considered a perfectly unironic thing -- a most distinguished policy, in fact?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t is an unnerving thought because this developmental phase, too, seems to have stumbled unaccountably into the halls of power, and seems to be rolling around those halls haphazardly and unchecked. It is inexplicable due to its sheer nonsensicalness, to adult eyes: if a child does not &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; the difference between an unsmashed vase and a smashed one, and does not understand why one would be any more desirable than the other, how on earth do you debate the subject? Countless adults are finding themselves in that precise predicament.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If Social Security needs "fixing", the premised modern fix is to disassemble it and scatter the pieces. If an agency is producing troublesome data, dismantle the agency. If education policy needs fixing, the asserted cure is threatened dismantlement. If the United Nations is deemed inefficient, the solution is yet again reform through disassembly. The hammer fixes all. If a nation is led by a repulsive tyrant, what possible response could their be &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; to disassemble the country, utterly and completely, under the presumption that the pieces will of course reassemble themselves easily into a better form?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How many vases can one country have, after all?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It seems remarkably consistent. While past recent American political regimes have claimed great accomplishments, ranging from the establishment of social safety nets to moon landings, monumental highway networks, national parks, public education and the like, the current obsession is for deconstruction, not construction. No moon landings, this decade, nor abolition of dread disease, nor great public works. After many years of governance, the sole new edifice added to the American landscape by the current hammer wielders is a desolate, fragmented wall in the desert. It seems Ozymandias has vowed to dissect himself, not content to leave the task to time and the desert winds. Even nature itself seems eager to deconstruct our cities, out from under our very feet, while we seem listless and sullen in our defenses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know my daughter will eventually learn self control, and moderation. She even now is beginning to grasp the difference between things disassembled constructively, and destructively, and why one is more valuable than the other. And in the meantime, I will let her be Ballerina Godzilla, in her own living room -- it is not like her explorations into the utility of destruction cost human lives. If they did I would be a monster for allowing it, but she is only a child, and her games are not real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll of this is, as a parent, exhausting. I have been through all of the previous phases, and so far lived; I have seen through each of them the natural progress of a mind coming to terms with its environment. Temper tantrums, food-related ordeals, the slow, agonizing process of teaching a two-foot-high human to refrain from crapping in their own pants even though it is so very self-evidently the most efficient solution: all of this came, then quickly went. We are past the danger of experimental self-administered haircuts, and the dog is finally safe from being used as furniture. So if all of those developmental speed bumps have been successfully navigated, it gives hope that these will pass just as quickly -- and hope brings much-needed sanity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In politics, however, there is no such certainty. One cannot expect legislators to refrain from the same petty verbal or social tyrannies that would be abominable behavior for a grade school child. There is no parent that can teach a political movement the difference between what is true and what is false, if the movement insists on celebrating their own lack of distinction. There is no available path to teach a pundit or leader that some acts of destruction cannot be easily undone, if they cannot intuitively grasp the notion themselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only consolation is the knowledge that my daughter, at least, will outgrow it. I am at least confident of that much; the rest of the nation seems doomed to the common path. When my daughter grows up and has children of her own, perhaps she shall see the very same behaviors on her own higher-definition, thousand-channel television, and will write a similar essay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3200821900974894304?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3200821900974894304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3200821900974894304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3200821900974894304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3200821900974894304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-going-to-be-long.html' title='This is going to be long ...'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4558151757825098071</id><published>2008-04-08T07:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:52:36.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395858626/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2395858626_19614e0400_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395858626/"&gt;IMG_6337&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida thought the alligators were pretty cool. Especially when they would high walk and get all growly. Alligators make a really weird breathy growl/bark sound when they are feeling anxious. I have never been really up close and personal with a gator so I had no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4558151757825098071?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4558151757825098071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4558151757825098071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4558151757825098071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4558151757825098071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/alligators.html' title='Alligators'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2395858626_19614e0400_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-1956786686508716308</id><published>2008-04-08T07:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:47:49.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395029585/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2395029585_9255b2b109_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395029585/"&gt;CIMG0354&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida was just amazed at the size of the huge Orcas. She just kept saying "the Orca is looking at me!" She might have been right for all we know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1956786686508716308?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1956786686508716308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1956786686508716308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1956786686508716308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1956786686508716308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/shamu.html' title='Shamu'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2395029585_9255b2b109_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-6758857702696284951</id><published>2008-04-08T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:46:00.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2341048706/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2341048706_fc85b97f65_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2341048706/"&gt;CIMG0277&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida just adores her cousin Mattie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6758857702696284951?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6758857702696284951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6758857702696284951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6758857702696284951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6758857702696284951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2341048706_fc85b97f65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-1466491614169733054</id><published>2008-04-07T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:58:35.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395856138/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/2395856138_a0d35f0fdb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2395856138/"&gt;IMG_6227&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really thought Jaida would have a blast at Seaworld. I think she would have had a lot more fun if it hadn't been for all the rude adults that kept crowding her out of the way around the exhibits, stepping on her feet and generally attempting to trample her. She did enjoy watching the dolphins and got the biggest kick out of feeding the Sea Lions some really smelly fish. She did love her trip to Aquatica and couldn't get enough of all the water rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally though she really enjoyed getting to explore the historic and more natural areas of Anastasia Island and St. Augustine. The fort (Castillo de San Marcos) was one of her favorites ... so many chambers and neat areas to go crawl around in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she had a good time on the trip. AND ... she handled the 15 hour car ride (straight through) like a champ .... not so much for her brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1466491614169733054?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1466491614169733054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1466491614169733054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1466491614169733054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1466491614169733054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprised.html' title='Surprised'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/2395856138_a0d35f0fdb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3605905265461454831</id><published>2008-04-01T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:34:00.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we forget ...</title><content type='html'>that Jaida is actually only 4.5 years old. Most of the time she is like having a mini-adult around. Every now and again though she does something that is so totally typical of a 5 year old that it just throws us for a loop. Not anything that is wrong ... just something that is totally goofy and characteristic of a normal five year old. We tend to forget that these things are normal goofy little kid behavior and not something we should be wishing she would just stop already because it is annoying us to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying really hard to be more patient parents to our sweet but sometimes silly nearly five year old daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3605905265461454831?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3605905265461454831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3605905265461454831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3605905265461454831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3605905265461454831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-we-forget.html' title='Sometimes we forget ...'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4141084258412518468</id><published>2008-02-19T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:09:57.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted by Joe (the Dad)'/><title type='text'>The Power of Belief</title><content type='html'>This is Dad (Joe) checking in today with an interesting story about Jaida. A few weeks ago we were all sitting around the diner table and the topic of “belief” came up. Now those of you who know Gia and I know that this is a touchy subject with us. Suffice it to say that we accept that other people can believe what they want, as long as they don’t try to force those beliefs on us (or our children). However, we are both quite adamant about not confusing facts with beliefs, and we want to make sure our children grow up knowing the difference.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alright, back to the story - so to add to our discussion, Jaida brought up that one of the boys in her pre-school class does not believe in Santa Claus, but she does, “and that’s OK” she said. Gia and I were happy and a bit amazed that she seemed to understand what could be a rather abstract concept. However, then she added, “I don’t believe is space, though, and that’s OK too.” When we asked why she didn’t believe in outer space, she refused to talk about it, but simply added, “It’s OK to believe in different things, right?” Of course, we had to agree, and then just let it slide.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few days later, Gia asked her again why she didn’t believe in outer space, trying to explain that some things are facts, and are not beliefs, citing that outer space is where the moon is, and where the stars are. Again she dismissed these, and repeated that it’s OK to believe in different things. Later, Gia and I discussed this and Gia said she was going to drop the subject for now, because if she really sat down with Jaida and discussed the difference between “facts” and “beliefs,” the original subject of Santa Claus would come up and what would we say then? Jaida has a bright mind and forgets nothing! We want her to grow up thinking rationally, but at the same time, we don’t want to kill her childhood completely by making her realize that Santa Claus might not be real after all, especially since she really wants to believe in him right now. That will come later, as it does for all children, and we don’t want to spoil that one bit of magic for her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, we now jump forward a week (and to the point of this rather long post). I was alone with Jaida, playing dolls or something, and she brought up the subject of jobs and what I do at my job. I mentioned that when I’m not on a boat, I look at images taken from cameras in space, and suddenly we were back to that strangely taboo subject. After telling me again that she doesn’t believe in space, I asked her again why. Then she sort of closed down in a way Gia and I both know means there is something she is afraid of. I picked her up and hugged her and said it’s Ok to tell me what’s bothering her (and that we don’t keep secrets in our house - another subject that we are keen on). She finally looked up at me with those big brown eyes and said that she didn’t want space to be real because she was afraid of falling off the Earth and floating away. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a smart and clever girl, I realized as I hugged her and reassured her that that could never happen. Rather than confusing fact from fiction, as we had originally thought, she was simply protecting herself from the scary unknown by refusing to admit it was real. Jaida is much better now that she can talk about it, but it kind of makes you realize just how many beliefs are born out of simple “fear of the unknown.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The power of belief can be strong and overpowering for children (and also many adults who have difficulty thinking rationally). I hope we can always find a way to help both Jaida and Jaxon understand the power of belief, own it (as Dr. Phil might say), and never let it control them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4141084258412518468?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4141084258412518468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4141084258412518468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4141084258412518468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4141084258412518468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/power-of-belief.html' title='The Power of Belief'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-2798986091833913906</id><published>2008-02-08T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:38:15.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots!</title><content type='html'>Jaida survived her doctor appointment. She received not one but two immunizations ... she was less than thrilled when she found this out last minute. However, she might be the bravest 4.5 year old ever. She went to the appointment knowing she was getting a needle. She didn't do any of the following (all of which I expected would happen)  cry, whine, or plant her feet and refuse to move forward. We talked a lot about what it was going to feel like ... a poke and stinging ... and the great treat she would get afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up getting her first varicella vax and the doctor decided to go ahead with her 5 yo MMR vax also. This way at her 5 year appointment it will be nothing other than pleasant seeing as how there will be no shots of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse gave Jaida the varicella vax Jaida just winced a bit. The MMR made her nearly cry but by the time she was getting wound up it was already over. The promise of a pink kitty beanie baby and a cupcake from Starbucks was enough to make her very happy. I had a MMR booster before I started college .... I remember that one hurting quite a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-2798986091833913906?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2798986091833913906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=2798986091833913906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2798986091833913906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2798986091833913906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/shots.html' title='Shots!'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3533828874650390404</id><published>2008-02-06T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:50:10.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Presidents</title><content type='html'>We have gone to Chick-fil-A a couple of times in the last couple of weeks. In their kids meal the toy is not exactly a toy but rather a set of flash cards bound by a ring. The cards have pictures of our Presidents on the front and a short bio and a very small picture of the first ladies on the back. We are sitting at the table and Jaida is flipping through them showing us which ones are on money when she looks up and says there are no girls in here. She seemed quite dismayed that there were no girls on the front of the cards. Joe and I explained that in the history of our country having Presidents there has never been a female (or girl in Jaida lingo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a bit conflicted as to which dem candidate I will vote for. I like them both and think either would make a great POTUS. The extremely liberal feminist in me is screaming that I should vote for Hillary. The idea that my daughter could be raised in a time where having a Madame President is just normal makes me positively giddy with happiness. What better way to illustrate that as a woman Jaida is fully capable of achieving anything her heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to vote in the MD primaries and you better believe Jaida will be going with me when I do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3533828874650390404?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3533828874650390404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3533828874650390404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3533828874650390404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3533828874650390404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-about-presidents.html' title='Talking about Presidents'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3717038181805339552</id><published>2008-02-06T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:34:25.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy memories</title><content type='html'>My entire labor with Jaida is still quite a blur. I suppose because it was SO long and I was SO tired I just don't remember much of it. Morning turned into night and repeat a couple of times ... that is all I really remember at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while driving to work some music came on and suddenly fuzzy memories of laying with Jaida came flooding back to me. It was odd though because I couldn't really place the memories. They weren't recent memories but she was generally the same size she is now. After a bit I realized they were from the night Jax was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sort of a whirlwind of an evening. My water broke right around 7pm. After that point the contractions didn't take too long to get ramped up. Around 10 p.m. I was already settling down in my bedroom to try to relax all the while everyone else was bustling through the house getting last minute things finished up, eating, etc. After a bit I heard Jaida in her bedroom sobbing while Joe tried to soothe her to sleep. She was just too excited and ramped up and tired all at the same time. I got up and went padding into Jaida's room where she immediately launched into my arms. I shooed Joe and my sister out of her room and just curled up on her toddler bed with her and held onto her. After a few minutes she asked me why I was breathing funny and I told her that my belly was squeezing pretty hard to try to push her brother out. We laid there for a bit while Jaida felt the contractions and talked about all the new stuff tomorrow would bring. Her goodnight music was playing on the cd player. Eventually, she settled down and fell fast asleep. At no other time have I been so uncomfortable and completely overjoyed and relaxed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3717038181805339552?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3717038181805339552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3717038181805339552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3717038181805339552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3717038181805339552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuzzy-memories.html' title='Fuzzy memories'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4926747292490781987</id><published>2008-02-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:01:20.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD</title><content type='html'>This entry is not directly about the kids ... maybe it is about them in a round-a-bout sort of way such as "I have no patience to deal with them right now" but that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY.SINGLE.YEAR right about mid-January I start feeling down in the dumps (is that an actual term? it seems odd). I never get what I would think full-on depression is like but I feel blah. It is usually at its worst come mid-February and by the first day of Spring I feel that renewed sense of being and happiness but I seem to have to go though the winter blahs first. I have never  been to  a doctor about this and have never been officially diagnosed with anything. That is the beauty of the internet I can diagnose myself with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; or even better yet &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/depression/tc/seasonal-affective-disorder-sad-topic-overview"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt; without having to go to the doctor and commune with the sick people and possibly catch something worse than my minor case of SAD. I love the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am thick in the heart of the winter blahs. If I had  an un-limited supply of cash I think I would just up and move to someplace warm and sunny for the winter. I do wonder though if I would still have the blahs ... they would probably just be called something else. I am not a big fan of medication (don't have a problem with others using meds - just not for me)  but I do wish there was something like Botox for the brain. Something that could make me superficially happy just long enough to get me to Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4926747292490781987?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4926747292490781987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4926747292490781987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4926747292490781987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4926747292490781987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad.html' title='SAD'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-6897829901372388708</id><published>2008-02-01T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:48:18.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Jaida will be starting full day kindergarten in the public school system in the Fall. I seriously cannot believe that my baby girl is going off to real school soon. Anyhow, she needs to get her varicella vaccination before she can be registered. I was really hoping she would get the chicken pox (and thereby natural immunity) before she turned five but as it seems no such luck. She is not going to be pleased when she finds out she is getting a shot next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhh .... please don't tell her until I think of something to bribe her with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6897829901372388708?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6897829901372388708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6897829901372388708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6897829901372388708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6897829901372388708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/02/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-6573319581851705752</id><published>2008-01-31T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:39:30.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparent's Day</title><content type='html'>Jaida's preschool has a little Grandparent's Day celebration every year on Valentine's Day. Last year this was an intensely stressful day for me as I just want nothing more than for Jaida to be happy. Jaida was still fairly naive to the fact that every other kid she knew had Grandparent's locally and she didn't. Last year our wonderful friend Alice agreed to be Jaida's Grandfriend and take time off her job to attend the program at Jaida's school. Jaida just beamed with happiness when she saw Miss Alice come through the door of her school. She talked of nothing else for the week that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Jaida is a bit more aware of her situation. When she found out Grandparent's Day is coming up soon she very timidly asked me what we are going to do since her Grandparents all live far away. I explained that she was correct that the Grandparent's that would be willing to come to such an event do live far away so they would not be able to come but that we would figure something out. She is worrying over this though and that just about tears my heart out. Surely other kids have Grandparents that live far away but why is it that at this time of year it feels like mine is the only child in this situation? Anyhow, as it stands now it appears that my good friend (and the mom of Jaida's best friend) is going to go with Jaida to her school program. She is not a Grandparent or even a Grandfriend for that matter but she is someone that adores Jaida and I suppose that is all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6573319581851705752?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6573319581851705752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6573319581851705752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6573319581851705752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6573319581851705752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparent&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-5619679386902063316</id><published>2008-01-10T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:27:12.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Mushroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2182532581/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2408/2182532581_1353007c73_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2182532581/"&gt;PO20080109_0016&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaida started ice skating lessons. She really seems to love it and has really (surprisingly ) good balance. At one point all the kids were toppling over and I look out on the ice and there is Jaida standing on the ice watching all the commotion. She catches me watching and gives me two big thumbs up. Right before lessons started Jaida looks out at all the other kids on the ice and tells me "mama, none of the other kids are wearing helmets". I told her that her brain would thank me when/if she fell on the ice and banged her noggin. As she was leaving with her teacher she looks over her shoulder at me and says "mama, you worry too much". I think she would be paralyzed by fear if she knew how much I worry about her on a daily basis. I must hide it well (for the most part).&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/19246979-5619679386902063316?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5619679386902063316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5619679386902063316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5619679386902063316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5619679386902063316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-balance.html' title='Pink Mushroom'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2408/2182532581_1353007c73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-141220907675385296</id><published>2008-01-03T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:07:37.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a little break from all the excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2162221255/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2162221255_7cd23c8560_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2162221255/"&gt;IMG_5908&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Jaida had a great Christmas. We had a lot of fun on our break and of course she received many nice gifts. Jaida really got into all of our traditions this year. I think for Jaida preparing for Christmas was more fun than the actual day this year. Quite fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-141220907675385296?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/141220907675385296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=141220907675385296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/141220907675385296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/141220907675385296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-little-break-from-all-excitement.html' title='Taking a little break from all the excitement'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2162221255_7cd23c8560_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-6100258449016959310</id><published>2008-01-03T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:57:56.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am reasonably sure she did not like the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2162229489/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2162229489_98a3091473_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2162229489/"&gt;IMG_6057&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-6100258449016959310?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6100258449016959310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=6100258449016959310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6100258449016959310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/6100258449016959310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-reasonably-sure-she-did-not-like.html' title='I am reasonably sure she did not like the present'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2162229489_98a3091473_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-4252611433160337813</id><published>2007-12-21T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:58:12.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a visitor</title><content type='html'>Jaida has a little friend that suddenly showed up about a week ago. We named him Elfie and he is an &lt;a href="http://www.elfontheshelf.com/"&gt;Elf on the shelf&lt;/a&gt;. The first evening Jaida found him spying on her from the shelf in her playroom. The second night he found his way to the Christmas tree, then he was found riding one of santa's reindeer (on our mantle), etc. It is so much fun for her to wake up in the morning and go look for him. She talks to him but never tries to touch him. Can I say that Jaida has never been more well-behaved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4252611433160337813?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4252611433160337813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4252611433160337813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4252611433160337813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4252611433160337813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-have-visitor.html' title='We have a visitor'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-5517005675481281690</id><published>2007-12-19T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:41:19.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in New York City</title><content type='html'>We recently returned from a nearly week long trip to the big apple. It was rather exhausting but in a fun sort of way. We saw the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall. The kids were all enchanted. Jaida's favorite part was when the Rockettes dressed as reindeer pulled Santa and his sleigh across the stage. Jax enjoyed all of the appearances of Santa Claus. We visited Fao Schwartz where both kids picked out a toy to purchase and Jaida was able to dance on the piano featured in the movie Big. Jaida and I ventured to the American Girl Place where Jaida picked out a new outfit for her Bitty baby. We spent time in Rockefeller Square and watched the brave people try to ice skate. We also braved Times Square at night which was an adventure. Generally, we did  A LOT of walking. It was rather difficult as it was very busy and the stroller just got in the way. Poor Jax ended up strapped into his stroller most of the trip but he did enjoy running up and down the ramps in teh hotel lobby a lot. ;) It was a fun trip but we are all really glad to be home and are looking forward to Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5517005675481281690?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5517005675481281690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5517005675481281690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5517005675481281690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5517005675481281690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-new-york-city.html' title='Christmas in New York City'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7121152765567537366</id><published>2007-12-03T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:59:39.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She LOVES Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2083475075/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/2083475075_025c81ffeb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/2083475075/"&gt;Kids_with_Santa_2007&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no greater person on Earth than Santa Claus this year. I definitely think this is the BIG year for Santa with Jaida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7121152765567537366?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7121152765567537366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7121152765567537366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7121152765567537366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7121152765567537366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-loves-santa-claus.html' title='She LOVES Santa Claus'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/2083475075_025c81ffeb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-4810426933384160745</id><published>2007-11-05T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:19:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The picture of beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1827718127/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/1827718127_cba46c95bf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1827718127/"&gt;IMG_5523&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida was a beautiful (non-Disney-fied) princess for Halloween. She had lots of fun at her schools trunk-or-treat event but has no interest in all the candy she collected ... that is what she has her dad and me for though. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4810426933384160745?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4810426933384160745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4810426933384160745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4810426933384160745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4810426933384160745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-of-beauty.html' title='The picture of beauty'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/1827718127_cba46c95bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-539600097935963879</id><published>2007-10-18T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:30:51.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to explain the concept of charity to a four year old</title><content type='html'>This is a subject I have been talking a lot to Jaida about recently. Mostly because she is four and is entering that phase where a lot of little kids sort of live in a self-centered universe. We have always made donations to various charities, etc. We give to the toys for tots campaign during the holidays and stuff like that. Though honestly it really has not made quite the impression on Jaida that I was hoping for. If at all possible I try to avoid having Jaida be involved in monetary contributions to charity mostly because she has very little concept of how much money it takes to buy stuff and secondly she has a hard time wrapping her little mind around the fact that there are kids and adults in the world that do not have as much (food, clothes, love) as her. It is all hard for her to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church does a lot of social activism work (for our local area) and the children are pretty involved through the religious education program. Still I feel the need for Jaida to understand just how fortunate she really is and to find a better way to help her understand ways that we can help other people (on a global scale).  In my endeavor to achieve both these goals I found &lt;a href="http://www.markmakers.org/default.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website. You purchase your child an on-line gift card and then they use that gift card to shop on the website to buy things that can help other people. I think it has more overhead charges than I normally like but I think this is a good way to help Jaida understand the global enormity of the problem and how a simple thing can really help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-539600097935963879?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/539600097935963879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=539600097935963879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/539600097935963879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/539600097935963879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/trying-to-explain-concept-of-charity-to.html' title='Trying to explain the concept of charity to a four year old'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7978154940171117508</id><published>2007-10-18T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:35:12.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher conference</title><content type='html'>I went to our Fall conference with Jaida's teacher. Of course Jaida received a glowing report in every category.  Academically she is doing outstanding. Her teacher could not say enough about what a pleasure it is to teach Jaida and how eager she is to learn/discover new things. She commented on Jaida's amazingly long attention span also. One striking thing her teacher said is that Jaida is by far the most popular kid in her school. This is such an odd thing for me seeing as I spent much of my younger years on the outside looking in (so to speak). Her teacher said it is odd because Jaida is totally not an attention seeker at school yet the kids just flock to her. Joe and I see this in other areas such as at church or in her dance class also. I think part of it is that Jaida is a genuinely nice kid. She is also usually very happy and cheery. She is not the type to be another child's friend one minute and not the next ... she treats everyone equally and with respect. This is something we harp on her constantly about ... well that and treating others as you would like to be treated. I am glad some of what we talk to her about is actually getting through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7978154940171117508?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7978154940171117508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7978154940171117508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7978154940171117508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7978154940171117508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent-Teacher conference'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4212996984527795804</id><published>2007-10-12T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:33:30.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the record</title><content type='html'>Jaida told me this morning that when she grows up she wants to be an artist that mainly paints, a book writer that draws pictures in books and a dentist (because she has shiny white teeth). I told her that I am sure she can be any one or combination of those that she wants to be if she sets her mind to it. She gave me a big smile in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-4212996984527795804?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4212996984527795804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4212996984527795804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4212996984527795804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4212996984527795804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-record.html' title='For the record'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-162179703001663995</id><published>2007-10-09T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:50:38.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A gruesome scene</title><content type='html'>Jaida recently received a bunch of books from her Grandma. They are all the Disney stories ... Lion King, Jungle Book, etc. Jaida LOVES these books. We don't own most of the Disney movies so this is really her first introduction to themes such as sibling violence, mother-less youngsters, killing (death she is familiar with but not the actual taking of a life) and a fair amount of violence. We use these books as a jumping off point for many discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Jaida is quite intrigued by the fact that animals eat each other (Lion King?).  She had her Lion King figurines as well as some other plastic animals at the table this morning while I was making breakfast. I deliver her food to her and see a grizzly little scene she set up. She had a plastic cow laying on its side and all the other animals were circling it and positioned as if they were eating it. I asked if she remembered that Giraffes are veggie eaters and typically only eat leaves from trees. Jaida's response - "not these Giraffes, they grew up in a way they shouldn't have , like Mowgli, they eat meat". I answered  with a shrug and okay. She says "hey mom, look at all the animals they are feasting on beef - hey that rhymes!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-162179703001663995?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/162179703001663995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=162179703001663995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/162179703001663995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/162179703001663995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/gruesome-scene.html' title='A gruesome scene'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8764821809394770855</id><published>2007-10-05T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:28:26.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Jaida has several baby dolls that she plays with. All have been named by her with no help of us. Most have had these same names for at least a year if not longer. Her favorite baby doll is the Bitty Baby from American Girl. Bitty is named Sam. At first we thought Sam was maybe short for Samantha since Bitty wears a lot of pink and appears to be a girl. Recently, Jaida informs us that Sam is NOT a girl but instead a boy baby that just likes to wear a lot of pink. Then there is Pix. Pix is a baby doll that has been adopted by Jax. He hauls Pix everywhere. Jaida named Pix though ... Pix is short for Pixie. There is also a big baby doll (generally newborn size doll), named Ping, that has never been in the inner circle of Jaida's doll favorites until lately. This doll is a girl and was recently promoted to the inner circle when Jaida realized some of cousin Mattie's newborn baby clothes fit her. Many outfit changes everyday. Lastly there is this little baby doll that Jaida calls Ching Ching. This doll mostly lives in the car. So, we have Sam, Pix, Ping, and Ching Ching ... quite the motley crew. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8764821809394770855?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8764821809394770855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8764821809394770855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8764821809394770855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8764821809394770855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-493219199547708018</id><published>2007-10-04T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:29:12.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy Girl</title><content type='html'>We are having our bathroom remodeled ... aka - gutted. The workmen show up Wednesday a.m. bright and early. Jaida is hanging out downstairs as we get ready to go for the day. She sees a guy walking out the front door with our toilet and says "the toilet has left the building". It was pretty funny. Then she proceeded to say the same thing every single time another bathroom item was hauled out the door. What was once cute became old very quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-493219199547708018?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/493219199547708018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=493219199547708018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/493219199547708018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/493219199547708018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/10/goofy-girl.html' title='Goofy Girl'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-480562390621637814</id><published>2007-09-28T12:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:38:26.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Today I made all of the kid's pictures on Flickr available only to people I deem as friends or family. I might make them public again after the mess with Orkut gets straightened out but until then you will need to email me so I can make you friends and family so you can view the photos. I don't mind doing this so just drop me a line. Email is in my profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-480562390621637814?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/480562390621637814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=480562390621637814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/480562390621637814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/480562390621637814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7922037768908938587</id><published>2007-09-20T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:13:28.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your typical kid's music</title><content type='html'>Not sure if I have ever mentioned the fact that Jaida has musical abilities. This fact surprises me because she came from my womb and I am assuming shares at least a portion of my DNA. I have no musical abilities .... zero, zip, nada, none. Not a single person in my family has the slightest amount of musical abilities. It really is quite pitiful. Jaida however is simply amazing ... not in that young musical prodigy sort of way. She simply can carry a tune when singing, she can point out when others are not carrying a tune, she can listen to a tune and change the lyrics around on the fly all the while staying in tune, she can remember lyrics to fairly complicated songs, etc. She has even learned how to play several little songs on the piano we received from freecycle. Being completely tone deaf and not having a memory for lyrics AT ALL I find this simply stunning. She even sings in the youth choir at our UU church. The music director often compliments Jaida on her ability to stay focused, sing clearly and loudly, good breathing and posture, etc.  We often find Jaida singing to the cat, herself or Jax . It makes us happy to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been the best at introducing Jaida to tons of children's music although we always have adult type music playing in the car and often at home also. I was never one to sing to her as a baby ... it just wasn't my thing. Especially since I am tone deaf and cannot remember lyrics to even the most simple diddys. Takes some of the fun out of it. Lately Jaida has been enjoying exploring her collection of children's music on her own ... she definitely has her favorites. The Giddy Up song (not sure of the real name) is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida absolutely loves two songs that are not typical kids music. First is Waiting on the World to Change by John Mayer. She actually knows a fair amount of the words to the song. I have to say it is a little strange to hear a four year old (any four year old) singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting On The World To Change lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and all my friends&lt;br /&gt;We're all misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;They say we stand for nothing and&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we ever could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see everything that's going wrong&lt;br /&gt;With the world and those who lead it&lt;br /&gt;We just feel like we don't have the means&lt;br /&gt;To rise above and beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;We keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to beat the system&lt;br /&gt;When we're standing at a distance&lt;br /&gt;So we keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we had the power&lt;br /&gt;To bring our neighbors home from war&lt;br /&gt;They would have never missed a Christmas&lt;br /&gt;No more ribbons on their door&lt;br /&gt;And when you trust your television&lt;br /&gt;What you get is what you got&lt;br /&gt;Cause when they own the information, oh&lt;br /&gt;They can bend it all they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we're waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;We keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just know that the fight ain't fair&lt;br /&gt;So we keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;One day our generation&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna rule the population&lt;br /&gt;So we keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other song she loves and routinely requests that Joe play in his car is Fine Knacks for the Ladies from Sting's Songs from the Labyrinth.  I do hope Jaida's love of and interest in music continues to grow along with the rest of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7922037768908938587?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7922037768908938587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7922037768908938587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7922037768908938587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7922037768908938587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-your-typical-kids-music.html' title='Not your typical kid&apos;s music'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-7960049285842387756</id><published>2007-09-12T12:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:03:20.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No fun at all</title><content type='html'>The appointment was not a disaster but it was less than ideal. Jaida woke in a dentist angst induced foul mood. She finally snapped out of it in time for her appointment but then chomped down and refused to open her mouth for Dr. Sona. After much pleading and promising on my part it was clear she had dug her heels in and was not planning on cooperating. She finally kind of opened her mouth enough to get the little bite thingy in and then we just sort of held her in place while Dr. Sona worked as quickly as possible. Luckily, no nitrous oxide or novocaine was needed. We got through it, eventually. As her prize for semi-cooperating she chose a Beck doll (Disney Fairie) that sits on the back of her Chipmunk friend, Scamper. It is pretty cute. Not sure why I like the Disney Fairie toys so much considering I am not at all fond of Disney stuff in general. Anyways ... that is how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-7960049285842387756?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7960049285842387756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=7960049285842387756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7960049285842387756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/7960049285842387756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-fun-at-all.html' title='No fun at all'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-9027548366234367956</id><published>2007-09-11T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:01:51.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I might have promised her a car</title><content type='html'>or maybe it was a pony or a cute little pink pig that can live in our house and drink from a baby bottle ... not sure. I have a feeling I will be buying something big if this all works out though. This is what happens when a parent relies on bribery as a means to get the child to do something they don't really want to do .... but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida has a dentist appointment tomorrow to finish the work that was not finished the last time. And since the last visit was such a raving success I imagine this one will be loads of fun (hence the bribery). We decided to not do the sedation with versed since it made Jaida twitchy and screechy last time. Even though there is not much to do I imagine the short 20-30 minute dentist visit is going to last a freaking eternity for all of us. Wish us luck .... loads and loads of luck. I think we are going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-9027548366234367956?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/9027548366234367956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=9027548366234367956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/9027548366234367956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/9027548366234367956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-might-have-promised-her-car.html' title='I might have promised her a car'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-8102960999184871565</id><published>2007-08-31T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:39:42.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Pre-K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1285385847/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/1285385847_ae630d1314_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1285385847/"&gt;IMG_4823&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no first day jitters at all. Jaida marched right into her classroom and put her backpack and lunch bag away. She looked rather perturbed that Joe and I kept lingering by the door saying "bye baby, have a good day" over and over again. It was definitely harder on us than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do kids have to grow up SO fast. It seems as if time is flying by. sigh ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8102960999184871565?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8102960999184871565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8102960999184871565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8102960999184871565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8102960999184871565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-pre-k.html' title='First day of Pre-K'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/1285385847_ae630d1314_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-3170080822842165108</id><published>2007-08-29T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:13:12.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little whip cream among friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1266533315/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1367/1266533315_a43d3f8e9d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1266533315/"&gt;IMG_4789&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaida went to her friend Caleb's forth birthday party. There was a whip cream eating contest. The kids were to dip their faces in the pan and eat/smear the whip cream. Jaida and her best friend decided not to waste the whip cream so they just scooped it into their mouths. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3170080822842165108?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3170080822842165108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3170080822842165108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3170080822842165108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3170080822842165108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-whip-cream-among-friends.html' title='A little whip cream among friends'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1367/1266533315_a43d3f8e9d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5059272748618282213</id><published>2007-08-23T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:29:11.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Jaida went to her pre-K orientation yesterday. The child is floating on cloud 9. Not only did she get the teacher she was hoping for but three of her classmates from last year are in her class this year. Plus the classroom is painted purple and the only color better than purple is PINK. And her helping hand color is PINK. This means her mailbox is pink, her cubby is pink, and her coat hook is (yes, you guessed it) PINK. Apparently, life gets no better than this. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5059272748618282213?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5059272748618282213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5059272748618282213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5059272748618282213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5059272748618282213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/pink.html' title='PINK!!!!!'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-1311367423635330722</id><published>2007-08-21T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:07:43.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1138514336/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/1138514336_e190492944_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1138514336/"&gt;rhea_kids_0586&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are starting to slow down on all the summer activities that have been swallowing large chunks of time. Jaida's last group of swim lessons ended on Friday. Her lazy days spent playing with her friend Paige and the older girls and swimming at Nancy's are soon to be replaced by more structured days spent at school, dance class, soccer, and possibly piano lessons. I think we are all looking forward to these things but the transition still seems to be difficult at times. I feel like we are spending a great deal of time getting ready for all of these things only to be left sitting here waiting for them all to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have bought Jaida's backpack and coordinating lunch box for Jaida to use at school. As you can imagine this involved a bit of a struggle between my desire for neutrality and Jaida's desire for PINK. We spent part of this last weekend buying Jaida's new school clothes ... most of which Jaida will not be able to wear for at least a month due to the lingering summer heat. Jaida was fitted for her tap shoes for her dance class. Left to purchase is a new soccer ball since her old one seems to have a hole in it. All of these preparations have left us feeling like things should get started now. However, we still have a bit of a wait. School orientation is tomorrow but the first day is not until Thursday Aug 30. Dance class starts Sept 5th and soccer starts Sept. 10th. It promises to be a busy fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then Jaida still enjoys her time spent playing while at Nanacy's house. We will likely make a few last trips to the pool before the weather starts cooling, the life guards go back to school and the pools close for the season. We have a few summer sort of activities still planned but generally we are ready for all the things that come along with fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1311367423635330722?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1311367423635330722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1311367423635330722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1311367423635330722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1311367423635330722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/1138514336_e190492944_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5415468734052518984</id><published>2007-08-16T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:31:24.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The book of Jaida</title><content type='html'>Jaida's adventures from her time as an embryo through her first birthday are now published in this handy little &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/1115285"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5415468734052518984?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5415468734052518984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5415468734052518984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5415468734052518984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5415468734052518984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/book-of-jaida.html' title='The book of Jaida'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3246865599955918818</id><published>2007-08-14T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:15:54.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1137678073/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1033/1137678073_f1b2548e65_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1137678073/"&gt;rhea_kids_0619&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think Jaida's reign as queen of the Lamela-Rhea household may be coming to an end. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3246865599955918818?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3246865599955918818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3246865599955918818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3246865599955918818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3246865599955918818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1033/1137678073_f1b2548e65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5399944810188192936</id><published>2007-08-13T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:15:20.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bejeweled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1137674311/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1137674311_b5c06e77f4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/1137674311/"&gt;rhea_kids_0573&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaida has pierced ears. She has asked about getting to wear ear rings a couple of times. I never had a problem getting them done as long as she wanted it. Honestly, I didn't think she would be willing to go through with it once I explained someone had to actually put holes in her ear lobes in order to wear real ear rings. Joe on the other hand was not crazy about the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Annapolis this last weekend and decided to run by the mall on our way home. I figured it was as good a time as any to get her ears done. I explained exactly what was going to happen and that it would hurt/sting a little bit (but no worse than the vaccine she got at the doctors office not long ago) but it would be done very quickly. She was wavering ... wanted it done but didn't want it done but then again maybe she did. We went and watched another girl about Jaida's age get hers done. She cried .... loudly. I figured that would end it for Jaida but instead she went up to the girl and asked her if it hurt. The girl said just a little bit. Jaida decided she would go ahead. I honestly could not believe she still wanted it done. She actually climbed up on the chair by herself and looked at me and said "let's just get this over with mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up and had her sit on my lap instead. I could tell Jaida was very nervous as the technician cleaned her ear lobes and put the tiny dots on her ears. Jaida happily picked out the pinkest little studs they had. I suggested the tech get another person so they could do both ears at once ... she thought that was a good idea. About 30 seconds later Jaida had pierced ears. She didn't even cry. I think the sound of the gun popping scared her which distracted her from any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks very cute. Let me tell you how proud she is of herself. She shows anyone that even briefly looks in her direction. She was especially happy to show all the big girls at daycare and she just was beaming when they were all making a big fuss over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also bought finger nail polish while at the mall (Ack!). I painted her nails tinkerbell pink when we got home. She is just as girly as can be right now. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5399944810188192936?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5399944810188192936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5399944810188192936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5399944810188192936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5399944810188192936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/bejeweled.html' title='Bejeweled'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1137674311_b5c06e77f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-5709606288925887114</id><published>2007-08-08T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:35:19.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A very brave girl</title><content type='html'>I am often surprised at how brave Jaida can be. I suppose this is because she is such a cautious child by nature. Joe and I have always known that Jaida is a child that has to think before leaping. She is not a kid that will just rush out and do something at the spur of the moment. There is always a bit of hanging back and watching and assessing the situation. I would not categorize her as shy at all  ... she just needs a bit of time to warm to a new situation. This is not a big shock to us as Joe and I are both similar. We have seen this behavior many times with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently though it has been in swimming. We have been going to a local pool several times a week all summer. Also, Jaida gets to swim practically every day while at daycare. It seems for the longest time there has been a stumbling block for Jaida and that was getting her face wet. She didn't like to be splashed in the face and going under the water was simply out of the question. Also, she was a bit nervous to be in the pool at all without her float vest. About three weeks ago we started her in group swim lessons and for some reason she had a really hard time doing any of the things the instructor asked even though she would do all of them for Joe or me. Then Nancy  (her daycare instructor) did something that pushed Jaida over the edge and turned her into a total wild woman in the pool. Nancy has a large inflatable slide that she set up at the deep end of her pool. Jaida was scared to death to go down the slide (with floats of course) but Nancy worked with her and got her to slowly start going  down the slide. First she held Nancy's hand, then she just bounced off the end of it into the water, etc. Then one day Nancy announced this was the day Jaida was going to go down the slide all by herself. I suppose because she didn't give Jaida the choice of not doing it it made it easier for Jaida. Within a day Jaida was going down the slide headfirst, feet first backwards, forwards , sideways, etc and having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day everything has changed. Jaida no longer has any fear of going under water. She was bumped up to the next level in swim class because she is doing so great. She now eagerly goes all the way under the water, takes a breath and kicks off from the side of the pool and will swim a short distance to her instructor or us. She jumps off the side of the pool to us. Floats face down and on her back. She is learning to tread water and swim under the water now. She is doing so great. She loves going to swim class and it has the added benefit of wearing her out completely which leads to a very early bedtime. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5709606288925887114?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5709606288925887114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5709606288925887114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5709606288925887114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5709606288925887114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-brave-girl.html' title='A very brave girl'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-882281369663025066</id><published>2007-07-31T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:26:49.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Parenting Moment</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should make this a recurring topic of this blog because there seem to be many more difficult parenting moments now that we have two children that are both big and wise enough to be up to no good - often at the exact same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times where I have to say I have no idea how a single parent deals with an issue like this seeing as how Joe and I had issues with how to deal with this and there are two of us. Jaida was in a bit of a raucous mood yesterday evening. Not mis-behaving necessarily just on the hairy edge of not behaving all evening. Bath-time came and the kids get in the tub together as is their normal. They have a little foam disc that they were each taking turns holding with their teeth while the other took it away using her/his teeth. Seemed like an innocent enough game at the time. So much so that Joe asked me to go downstairs and get the camera since it was a cute photo op ... and it was until the blood curdling screams were sent forth by Jaxon. I had turned my back for the briefest of seconds to set the camera outside the bathroom door and not sure what Joe was looking at but it definitely was NOT Jaida biting her brother on the finger - HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaxon screamed for what seemed like forever. Judging by the volume of his screams I half expected to see his little nub of a finger floating in the bathwater. When we finally came to our senses and realized Jax was screaming and Jaida was trying to melt into the toy net with her hand over her mouth. We figured she must have done something so we asked "what did you do?" - definitely not one of our finer parenting moments. She did not answer so we inspected Jax and found deep teeth marks on his middle finger. No broken skin but it was quite a bite all the same. Jax was still screaming like he had been violated.  We get everyone out of the tub and at that very moment Joe and I look at each other and realize we have absolutely no idea how to handle this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrap Jax in a towel and take him in the bedroom and leave Joe to deal with Jaida - which he does with a very stern voice I might add. I finally get Jax to stop crying ... he is a sensitive little guy. Now Jaida is in her bedroom bawling at high volume. I meet Joe in the hallway and we switch kids ... I think I heard Joe mumble something about good cop/bad cop as he was heading downstairs to give Jax his nightcap. I talk to Jaida very calmly and get her to finally tell me why she felt the need to bite Jax. First answer "I was hungry" ... Jaida and I both had a little chuckle at that answer. Then she finally admitted she just wanted to know what it felt like. I offered to show her ... but she declined. When she declined we had a long talk about how she knew it would hurt (that is why she declined having me show her) yet she still bit Jax. How it was wrong to do that, blah, blah, blah. When all was said and done she calmed down a bit but still wanted her daddy and was very upset until he came back up to remind her that he always loves her no matter what. She goes through all the rotten things she can think of that might make someone not love her (in her little world these scenarios are pretty limited) and Joe tells her that even when she does X he will still love her no matter what. She drifted peacefully off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this might have occurred partially because there has been a fair amount of biting going on ... Jax is working on another tooth and gets a bit nippy - only with Joe and I though. This morning both Jax and Jaida woke in a great mood. Jaida was filled with guilt and remorse (apparently) and was VERY affectionate and willing to share with Jax. Jax was his normal happy self and from his actions I would say does not remember the events of last night or at the very least is no longer bothered by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire event made me realize how hard it is to parent when you have two kids of differing ages  and needs. One kid needs to be disciplined for hurting their sibling and the other needs  calming because they have been hurt. It is hard to know where to start. We are fortunate that there are two of us and we are equally involved in the parenting of our children so we could divide and conquer. But what if Joe had been on travel? Not sure what I would have done or what order things would have happened in but guaranteed the whole event would have been more difficult to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-882281369663025066?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/882281369663025066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=882281369663025066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/882281369663025066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/882281369663025066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/difficult-parenting-moment.html' title='Difficult Parenting Moment'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3509129401944280575</id><published>2007-07-25T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:45:30.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaida does not heart the dentist!</title><content type='html'>Jaida had a couple of her teeth repaired last year. She did not have actual cavities but due to all of the antibiotics she was on as a toddler, for her ear infections, the enamel on the two year molars is less than perfect. Apparently, this can happen if a baby/toddler has to take a lot of antibiotics before all their teeth are in. The issues were not from eating sweets, poor dental hygiene or anything like that. Anyhow, we were in "let's watch it" mode with the last of her two year molars to come through. At her yearly exam in June Dr. Sona announced that while the tooth did not have an actual cavity it did have the beginnings of a little carie and the tooth was quite soft. So we should start thinking about fixing it and then sealing the tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day to get the tooth fixed. Jaida sees a pediatric dentist. It is quite the fun place if one is not getting their teeth reamed out and puttied. They have a very detailed aquatic theme with a HUGE pirate ship play structure in the center of the waiting room. There is a picnic table in the exam area with a thatched umbrella over it for sitting at and coloring. They also have a green parrot named Flossie. Jaida really does like the place. They do sedation dentistry. They use Versed to relax the kids and make them loopy before any work is done. It has the added benefit of causing amnesia so they really don't remember anything that happened. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No food for Jaida this morning which made her a bit cranky as the girl does love her food. Get to the dentist and they give her grape flavored *happy* juice. Within 5 minutes or so we start seeing the first effects of the meds as Jaida is leaning heavily on me, slurring her speech and is acting a tad bit loopy. However, I could tell almost instantly that it wasn't going to go well. She was loopy but not in that totally relaxed I don't care what happens to me sort of way. In fact that is the way she was last time. This time however, she very much cared about what was going to happen to her and she was feeling obviously loopy and totally out of control. For a type A personality this is not a good combination. We took her to the chair where she was totally freaked by the little nose mask that delivers the nitrous oxide. Then she was freaked by the water squirter, the suctiony thing, air from the fan blowing on her ... you name it and she was freaked out by it. The Novocaine put her over the edge. The screaming began ... I am sure there were a few dozen small kids running for the door when they heard her screeching like someone was torturing her. We had to hold her down to get the work finished up in a jiffy. That was a regular party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we took her to Dunkin Donuts for a very sugary early morning treat just to ensure we have to do this all over again someday. ;) The Versed seemed to kick in full force while we were in the car on the way home (once her body relaxed a bit). She sounded like a little drunk woman. Apparently, her feet are quite cute and funny because she had a good laugh at their expense on the way home ... it was pretty funny. It is quite something to see your child completely stoned. Once home Joe took her to the potty since it had been a while. She tried to dismount once finished and nearly fell on her face. We took that as a pretty clear sign that today needs to be a lounge on the sofa and let your brain rot in front of the TV sort of day. So that is what she is doing today. At least the tooth is fixed. Oh yeah ... she remembers none of what happened at the dentist.  We are very happy about that because the whole scene had the makings of a horrible and very traumatic childhood memory. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3509129401944280575?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3509129401944280575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3509129401944280575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3509129401944280575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3509129401944280575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/jaida-does-not-heart-dentist.html' title='Jaida does not heart the dentist!'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-5563722181607956134</id><published>2007-07-23T11:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:24:04.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An illustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/519985704/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/519985704_fe07be5ee6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/519985704/"&gt;rhea_05102007 001&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at Jaida's hand and then read last post. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-5563722181607956134?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5563722181607956134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=5563722181607956134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5563722181607956134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/5563722181607956134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/illustration.html' title='An illustration'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/519985704_fe07be5ee6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-2546562574606846758</id><published>2007-07-22T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:25:43.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A posse of imaginary friends</title><content type='html'>We have several recent photos of Jaida and the one common theme in all of them is that she has one hand extended like she is holding a friend's hand. She has an imaginary friend named Paige. Paige is modelled after her in real life friend Paige. The real Paige is at daycare with Jaida and the imaginary one comes home with Jaida from daycare. In many of our recent pictures Jaida is standing with one hand extended that Paige is holding. We include Paige in many of our activities. It is pretty funny when I tell Jaida and Paige to get up to the table for dinner and Jaida very matter of factly informs me that Paige went home over an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a Kamen. Kamen is apparently Jaida's way of exploring  all the things she is not supposed to do. Kamen rarely shows up in imaginary person form but rather calls Jaida on her toy cell phone. Kamen says the word butt A LOT ... as in calling Jaida a butt, etc. As if Jaida doesn't have enough reason to tattle on Jax constantly she now tattles on Kamen also. Kamen also hits people and Jaida tells me about that also. I usually try to use the Kamen activities as a jumping off point for discussing why Jaida should not do these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a Mr. Sparks. There isn't a lot of information available about Mr. Sparks. Although from what I can tell he resides in the playhouse attached to her swingset. Don't worry there is no real Mr. Sparks living out in her playhouse ... trust me - we have checked. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-2546562574606846758?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2546562574606846758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=2546562574606846758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2546562574606846758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2546562574606846758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/posse-of-imaginary-friends.html' title='A posse of imaginary friends'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-4008092686517767251</id><published>2007-07-20T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:07:43.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/858811944/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/858811944_b82beb129c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/858811944/"&gt;0Cute_Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent a long weekend at the beach. More about that in a different post though. While we were there we met up with a friend and her kids. Jaida just has such a little crush on her son. She says he is a wild and crazy boy and apparently she just loves this about him. Anyhow, we went for a stroll along the boardwalk and Jaida was determined she was going to stroll while holding his hand. How insanely CUTE is this picture? There is something about this picture that just screams summer to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized we might not think this is SO cute when Jaida is sixteen and doing this same thing while wearing a bikini. Ack!!!!&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/19246979-4008092686517767251?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4008092686517767251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=4008092686517767251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4008092686517767251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/4008092686517767251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-crush.html' title='Little Crush'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/858811944_b82beb129c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-2898426058067513880</id><published>2007-07-06T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:56.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do clowns make you feel nervous?</title><content type='html'>If so you may not want to look at this post. :) Jaida had her big birthday bash on June 23rd. She had a ball. Her favorite friends all showed up and she was just vibrating with happiness the entire day. We had a moon bounce which surprisingly didn't see as much action as the new playset that Joe assembled. We also had Big Red the clown. She came and did a magic show and then did face painting. Even the kid's that were slightly nervous about clowns warmed to her fairly quickly. She was a very low-key sort of clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a smattering of the pictures from the fun day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5da21jidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UYcwdiPG328/s1600-h/623123363_77ce864f98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5da21jidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UYcwdiPG328/s320/623123363_77ce864f98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084103745325992402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5dlm1jieI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ehKQSF_68wk/s1600-h/623123687_4adcbe7c50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5dlm1jieI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ehKQSF_68wk/s320/623123687_4adcbe7c50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084103930009586146" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5dwm1jifI/AAAAAAAAABE/yRLKFZK4oEQ/s1600-h/623124395_36caa89660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5dwm1jifI/AAAAAAAAABE/yRLKFZK4oEQ/s320/623124395_36caa89660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084104118988147186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5d321jigI/AAAAAAAAABM/mAyJnJqW2hI/s1600-h/623125617_25f8cd2af0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5d321jigI/AAAAAAAAABM/mAyJnJqW2hI/s320/623125617_25f8cd2af0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084104243542198786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5d_m1jihI/AAAAAAAAABU/x4yJKMmSH2c/s1600-h/623987552_4b9c16d311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5d_m1jihI/AAAAAAAAABU/x4yJKMmSH2c/s320/623987552_4b9c16d311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084104376686184978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-2898426058067513880?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2898426058067513880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=2898426058067513880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2898426058067513880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/2898426058067513880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-clowns-make-you-feel-nervous.html' title='Do clowns make you feel nervous?'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5da21jidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UYcwdiPG328/s72-c/623123363_77ce864f98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-8570529921540076596</id><published>2007-06-18T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5Y-W1jicI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V06Cnp8Udg/s1600-h/623984778_6c5b100fc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5Y-W1jicI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V06Cnp8Udg/s320/623984778_6c5b100fc7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084098857653209538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often wonder where the time goes? It seems that I blink and 6 months have zipped by. I am thinking this is only going to get worse as my kids get older but maybe I am wrong? This picture is the direct result of Jaida being both four years old and completely adorable. Jaida turned a whopping four years old on June 17th. She was so excited about her birthday this year and started marking the days off the calendar back in March. Unfortunately, she had a terrible stomach virus on her actual birthday which meant she spent the day in the bathroom. Fortunately, her birthday party was scheduled for the following week.  Jaida did get a brand spanking new Trek mountain bike (16")  for her birthday from mom and dad. She had requested a big girl bike that was pink with white tires and had a basket. Let me tell you how hard it is to find a girl's pink bike that does not have Disney princesses all over it.  She also received a Hooked on Phonics set to help with reading and the My Pretty Pony castle set-up along with a pony to inhabit the structure. We had cupcakes once the vomiting stopped. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5XoG1jiYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GdUNT8UMrAU/s1600-h/369922426_80fe8e8b3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5XoG1jiYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GdUNT8UMrAU/s320/369922426_80fe8e8b3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084097375889492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much has happened since my last update.  Jaida started in a 5 day a week three year old program last fall. She loved it and absolutely thrived. She only had slight first day jitters but happily marched into her new classroom and found her chair and started her day. She looked a bit nervous when it was time for me to go but did very well and just waved goodbye and let me go. She continued to thrive the rest of the school year. We were constantly given glowing reports of well Jaida was doing (both socially and academically) by her teacher. Jaida really loved going to school every day. Some of the highlights of her school year were her bike-a-thon, bear cave reading adventure, trip to the pumpkin patch, doughnuts with dad, muffins with mom, imaginary field trip to outer space, trips to several local parks, spirit week, and lots of other fun that was had in the classroom. In August she starts the pre-K program for four year olds at the same school. She is very excited to find out who her new teacher will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida went trick or treating this last Halloween and she dressed as a beautiful flower. She also did a trunk or treat event at her school and had tons of fun. In October she also played in her third season of peewee soccer. It was amazing to see her out on the field ... she just has so much confidence. She also started her ballet class which she looked forward to every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter was filled with holiday fun. We didn't get that much snow this last winter but the little we did get Jaida enjoyed playing in. Lucky for her she seems to have inherited her dad's metabolism and is always too warm so she likes winter quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5X021jiZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3IGB_11gmU/s1600-h/623985508_0f6d12a499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5X021jiZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3IGB_11gmU/s320/623985508_0f6d12a499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084097594932824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Spring was very busy with get togethers with friends, outings to fun places, playing soccer for the spring season, and getting ready for her first dance recital. She finished school the end of May. Since then she swims pretty much every day at Nancy's house and has become so confident in the water. She seems to enjoy every minute of swimming and is getting a great work-out in the process. We have also been enjoying a local pool quite a bit so far this summer. We go a few times a week and at least one day each weekend. Jaida starts swim lessons at this pool in mid August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida is the best big sister in the world. I am surprised that there isn't more fighting between her and Jax. They seem to just work things out amongst themselves pretty well. We have learned that Jaida is very much not a morning person and Jax very much is ... for a while this was causing a few issues as Jax practically woke up screaming for yae-da. Now we keep him locked in our master bedroom with us until Jaida has time to wake and get moving on her own without her brother inviting himself into her room to poke her in the eyes until she wakes up and plays with him. Works much better and leads to a much more harmonious morning. :) Jaida just loves Jax so much ... she is constantly kissing on him and hugging him which is saying A LOT since she is not a kissy/huggy sort of person. Jax of course completely adores his sister and Jaida just loves this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all ... Jaida has just turned into such a lovely little lady. She is just the love of our life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8570529921540076596?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8570529921540076596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8570529921540076596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8570529921540076596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8570529921540076596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/07/four.html' title='FOUR'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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/_2A6AMoFviOU/Ro5Y-W1jicI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V06Cnp8Udg/s72-c/623984778_6c5b100fc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-8480202457364461396</id><published>2007-02-08T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:18:26.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy (ahem ... Jaida)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/383255588/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383255588_dbe4f7805f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhea_kids/383255588/"&gt;jaxon_02062007 050&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rhea_kids/"&gt;gias_kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a little test to make sure my blog link is working. Just bear with me for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-8480202457364461396?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8480202457364461396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=8480202457364461396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8480202457364461396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/8480202457364461396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2007/02/fancy-nancy-ahem-jaida.html' title='Fancy Nancy (ahem ... Jaida)'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383255588_dbe4f7805f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19246979.post-1060873946041386689</id><published>2006-10-18T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:18:26.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just Jaida</title><content type='html'>This is going to be the title of Jaida's Autobiography when she is famous. Joe and I have all sorts of pet names for her ... stinker bell, stinker butt, Jaida Bo Baida, etc. What we always hear is "I am not (enter pet name)&lt;enter&gt;&lt;enter&gt;  I am just Jaida". For some reason this strikes us as so funny. It is a little game we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have been meaning to write about is Jaida's love of the movie The Borrowers. I have never watched the movie myself but apparently it is about a family of little people that sneak belongings of their larger housemates ... hence the name Borrowers. So now whenever Jaida can't find a thing she is looking for she blames it on the Borrowers. So far the Borrowers have multiple hair bands and clips, a blue rubber frog, Flo (plastic Cars character), and the cat from her doll house. These are all things Jaida has misplaced and is convinced that the Borrowers have taken. Quite the vivid imagination.&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-1060873946041386689?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1060873946041386689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=1060873946041386689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1060873946041386689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/1060873946041386689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-just-jaida.html' title='I am just Jaida'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-3998377749657546090</id><published>2006-10-17T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:09:01.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up TOO fast</title><content type='html'>No more promises to update this blog in a timely manner because apparently I am incapable of such things. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my last update was after Jaida potty trained herself. Since then a baby brother (Jax) was born. Jaida loves him so much. Her first words every morning are "is Jaxie awake yet ... I want to cuddle him". He looks up to her and watches her SO intently. I am sure the fighting will start as soon as he figures out how to move but for now we are loving the interactions between them. Jaida is a great helper with all things baby. She has never shown much interest in helping with changing diapers but then again she isn't stupid ... she finds the whole poopie diaper thing to be pretty darn disgusting (and rightly so). She is however excellent at calming Jax when he is feeling fussy. She quietly sings You Are My Sunshine to him and strokes his head ... works like a charm every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida also started pre-school. She is in the 3 year old program and attends 5 days a week for 2 hours in the morning. She LOVES it and is absolutely thriving in the environment!  She is now able to sound out words and is starting to read and can write her name without looking at anything. She can write just about anything we tell her how to spell. The first day Jaida walked right in and found her name on her chair and didn't look back. Joe and I peeked in on her a couple of times and while she did look a little unsure of everything she just went with it. Never cried or asked for us. She is always happy to tell her what her job that week was ... calendar, weather, line leader, flag holder, light person, etc. Her teacher said she wishes she had 10 little Jaida's in her class. Apparently, Jaida only throws temper tantrums for Joe and I or her teacher might not say that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida just finished up her third soccer season. She REALLY got into it this year. She did very well at all the practices and followed directions from Coach Robin eagerly. Her best friend Jordyn played with her this season which she loved. They just had their PeeWee World Cup tournament and Jaida actually played real soccer so that was fun to watch.  Jaida and her friend Jordyn are also taking a dance class together. It is sort of the basics of tumbling, ballet and tap all rolled into one class. She loves it and is in pink heaven since she has pink everything ... dance bag, tights, leotard and ballet shoes. How in the world did I end up with a child that loves pink SO much?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty lazy summer since Jax came along the end of June. We stayed close to home but had fun doing lots of local stuff ... went the beach, zoo, multiple fairs and carnivals, etc. We have a fun Fall and Winter planned ... again with mostly local stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-3998377749657546090?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3998377749657546090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=3998377749657546090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3998377749657546090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/3998377749657546090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/10/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up TOO fast'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-114918425305816036</id><published>2006-06-01T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:24.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaida is officially toilet trained</title><content type='html'>We have never pushed the potty training on Jaida. The simple fact is I am pretty lazy and enjoy the convienence of diapers but beyond that it was just a battle I wasn't willing to take on. Well, then we realized we are going to have some serious timing issues. First being the arrival of new baby ... I wanted Jaida to either be trained well in advance of his arrival or well after. Well in advance didn't really work out for us as we followed the relax and it will happen when it happens method. Jaida played/sat on the potty a lot and even pooped in it a handful of times but was hesitant about the whole peeing thing. Well after brother's arrival wasn't going to work out either since the month after he arrives she starts pre-school and she needs to be potty trained before then in order to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... Joe and I declared Memorial Day weekend as a diaper free weekend. Lucky for us Jaida went along with our plan and got up Saturday morning and collected all of her Easy-up's and threw them in the trash and put on her big girl underwear. We immediately took the trash out so it was clear to Jaida that the Easy-up's were not coming back. We kept Jaida fully hydrated by continuously offering Capri Sun raging water drinks ... which are quite the treat as she only gets water or milk normally. She flooded herself and eventually had to relent and pee on the potty. She was little twittery about it at first but once she realized it wouldn't hurt she was gung-ho. Lots of celebrations, hugs, fruit snacks, lollipops and stickers were handed out. I think we would have given her a new car just for peeing on the pot had she asked. :) On Saturday she had no accidents but was still holding it for 4-5 hours in between going on the potty. She appears to have a bit of camel in her. She even napped in underwear and stayed dry. Sunday she was all into the potty. I swear the child peed every thirty minutes all day long just because she could and it was apparently loads of fun. Joe and I were suddenly worried that we were going to be tied to the potty chair forever since she was going so frequently. Again she napped in underwear and had no accidents all day long. Monday we decided to go to the beach. This seemed like a risky proposition considering but we went anyhow. I set up the portable potty http://www.kidsurplus.com/kal1730.html in the van and we put her in underwear and stuck her in her seat. She made the hour long trip to the beach just fine and we never had to stop. Then she continued to use her special portable potty all day while at the beach. No matter what she was doing if she felt the sensation to go she told us and we helped her on the potty ... again no accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are on day 6 of being accident- and diaper- free. I have to say the word liberated has new meaning for all of us. :) We no longer even really remind her to go unless she is REALY engrossed in playing or a movie or something and it has been a while. She even pees on the pot a couple of times before bed to try to empty her bladder ... she does this all on her own while we are downstairs and then she crawls into bed and goes to sleep. She has also learned to pee on command before we get in the car which takes some of the guesswork out of the whole situation. Now we just have to work on getting her on the big potty ... she is fairly terrified of it but we have lots of time to tackle that problem. We are so proud of her for all she has managed to learn in one week ... it is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida had her peewee world cup soccer game a couple of weeks ago and she played so well. She even made one goal ... she was quite happy with herself. They held an awards dinner (pizza, juice and cake) and she received her award and certificate. She was SO proud of herself. She also recently started a gymnastics class for the summer at Elite Gymnastics and is loving it also. She is a wild woman in that studio though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I will try to be a bit better about updating. We are working frantically to get everything finished up before baby brother comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-114918425305816036?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/114918425305816036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=114918425305816036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918425305816036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918425305816036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/06/jaida-is-officially-toilet-trained.html' title='Jaida is officially toilet trained'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-114918261452462278</id><published>2006-04-28T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:24.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaida the puppet master</title><content type='html'>Jaida has a new way of playing that involves a huge elaborate pretend world with all of us having scripted (by Jaida of course) roles to fill. Godzilla help us if we get our lines wrong or don't remember exactly which pretend scene we are re-enacting and we try to ad lib. We hear screeches of "mommy, daddy you remember the game don't you?" Mostly we re-enact scenes from the movie Toy Story 2 with her roundup gang dolls. It gets quite intense at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to tell us what is funny and what is not. Especially, if Joe and I get laughing about something outside Jaida's domain of knowledge ... she gets quite peeved and informs us that what was said was not funny and that we shouldn't laugh. After a few minutes she will usually concede that maybe it was a little funny and we can laugh but just a little bit. She is a bossy little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida started her second season of peewee soccer and is doing so well. She now stands and listens to Coach Robin's directions. She follows said directions without any action on our part. She dribbles pretty well and isn't afraid to try to make a goal. She gets a little confused as to what direction she should be running but then again so do all the kids so that is not a biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida is really becoming quite the little girl and no longer a toddler. I often feel as though I am speaking to a five year old and forget that I am talking to a little girl that is not even three yet. She is such a BIG girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-114918261452462278?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/114918261452462278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=114918261452462278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918261452462278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918261452462278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/04/jaida-puppet-master.html' title='Jaida the puppet master'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-114918188009917258</id><published>2006-03-31T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:24.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>Jaida had a total blast in California. Unfortunately for us the trip did happen at the same time her last 2 year molar was trying to cut through. Between tooth pain and a bit of over-stimulation she was a total bear at times but nothing unmanageable. Many temper tantrums were had and a good deal of time was spent either discussing how she should act or in time-out or a little bit of both. :) We brought an inflatable Dora bed with us and she happily slept in it for both naps and night-time sleep and slept very well the entire trip. She really enjoyed spending time with Uncle Dave and Aunt Cheryl and meeting some of her other distant cousins. She also enjoyed spending time with her Grandma. Her Grandpa Don left a lasting impression as he tried to *steal* her Curious George doll once and that set the tone for the rest of the visit with him. She thought it was funny ... kind of ... and even now talks about it often. We spent a day at Disneyland. Jaida wasn't terribly impressed although seeing Woody from Toy Story and Tinkerbell were both highlights for her. We also went to Sea World with Dave, Cheryl, Lori and Niki and Jaida did get a huge kick out of seeing the orcas and dolphins. It was a nice trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-114918188009917258?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/114918188009917258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=114918188009917258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918188009917258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114918188009917258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/03/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-114174539327905677</id><published>2006-03-07T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:24.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can smell is grape chapstick</title><content type='html'>Why, you ask? Because our lovely Jaida is completely addicted to the stuff. I swear at this point she has a tube of it in every room of the house plus the car. She smears it on like it is suddenly going to disappear from the shelves of the super market. She loves to spend 10 minutes applying it and then proudly exclaim that her lips are shiny and kissable. :) Did I mention that the smell of grape chapstick is VERY grapey and it lingers for a really long time?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida is doing great in general. Her language skills and vocabulary have taken another leap. It is incredible to hear her talk. It seems as though we are speaking to a small adult. Sometimes we forget that she does not automatically know what everything is called. It always tickles us when she comes in contact with something new and she labels it as something she knows that most closely matches it. Other times she just asks "what is this thing called?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaid helped us pick the color of the paint for her new room. She decided on purple and we compromised with a pretty lilac color. Saturday she helped us as we masked all the trim and cleaned the walls. After nap we stripped her down to a diaper and handed her a roller and let her get to work. She helped us paint for several hours before finally deciding it was time to go play. We finished the room Sunday and she moved in Sunday evening. She was VERY excited about sleeping in her new big girl room. Joe and I barely slept as her new room is all the way at the other end of the hall from ours. We just knew she would wake terrified and calling out for us. But nope she happily slept all night and then in the morning she stayed in her room and played for a bit before coming in to get us. She even seems to be mostly okay with the fact that her old room is now going to be baby brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few updates ... Jaida was accepted into the pre-school program we wanted her in. We felt like we were sending out college applications ... so stressful. It is a great program with only 10 kids per class and she will be attending and in the same class as three of her friends which is perfect. Open house is in July ... likely the same time that baby brother is due but we will deal. Jaida's dentist appointment went well. She was very cooperative and let the hygenist clean her teeth and give her fluoride. She then let the dentist poke around at her teeth with no complaints. She had no cavaties which was super and she got her picture taken and put on the perfect teeth wall. She still talks about the dentist and loves to pretend she is our dentist now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we are leaving for California for 10 days. Jaida is VERY excited about the plane ride. After much talk of both visiting/staying with family and visiting Sea World she is convinced that her Grandma, Uncle Dave and Aunt Cheryl all live at Sea World with the Orcas. Jaida is also packing her mouse ears as she is very excited about a possible trip to Disneyland. It should be a great trip ... we all need a little warm weather at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-114174539327905677?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/114174539327905677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=114174539327905677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114174539327905677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/114174539327905677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-i-can-smell-is-grape-chapstick.html' title='All I can smell is grape chapstick'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-113932744249403490</id><published>2006-02-07T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:23.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell somefing</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Jaida's sense of smell has kicked in full-force. Unfortunately, the filter in her brain that tells her when she shouldn't blurt out that she smells something unpleasant hasn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many discussions a day ... usually revolving around our dog's fartiness ... about how she smells somefing. According to Jaida I smell good (which is a relief) but the dog's do not.  This morning I put a bit of perfume on and Jaida announced that she smelled somefing beautiful. Yesterday however we were in Starbuck's and apparently the person in front of us had a little gas issue. Jaida very loudly announced that she smelled somefing and it smelled stinky. We had to have a little discussion about speaking quietly rather than loudly on the way to the car. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-113932744249403490?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/113932744249403490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=113932744249403490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113932744249403490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113932744249403490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-smell-somefing.html' title='I smell somefing'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-113927039341670356</id><published>2006-02-06T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:23.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Playing</title><content type='html'>Jaida's new favorite game is role playing. For a while this only involved Jaida ... she pretended to be a dog, cat or orca. But now they often involve elaborate scenarios and Joe and myself. Joe is on a research cruise this week so I have Jaida's full attention. Tonight Jaida specifically asked me to pretend to be the big sister so she could be the baby. It was pretty cute. Then we swapped roles. She also loves to be Doctor Jaida. Since Jasper dog is rather gimpy right now with a bad knee she is really enjoying tending to him with her doctor kit. I think it makes him a bit nervous though ... as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaida has her first dentist appointment on Thursday morning. I am taking her to a pediatric dentist group here in town that just seems fantastic. This is just a routine check-up meant to get her used to being seen by the dentist. There are no problems that we know of. In fact, Jaida has beautiful straight teeth and a nice bite ... not sure how this happened as both mine and Joe's teeth required a fair amount of orthodontics and are still fairly crooked. She has been dutifully practicing holding her mouth open while I count her teeth. She is hoping she gets a lollipop from the dentist ... I told her she is more likely to receive a new toothbrush ... she does not seem impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-113927039341670356?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/113927039341670356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=113927039341670356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113927039341670356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113927039341670356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/02/role-playing.html' title='Role Playing'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-113898249657671535</id><published>2006-02-03T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:23.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Open House</title><content type='html'>It has taken me a while to find the right preschool program for Jaida. One where she will be able to work at her own level throughout the program. After much calling around I finally found a program at a local church. We went to the open house last night and Jaida had a blast playing in her new classroom with the other kids. She loved it. The class rooms are bright and cheery and everything is on a miniature level which is too cute for words. I simply felt like a giant. Now Jaida and I get to go stand in line with about 30 other people on Wednesday to try and be one of the ten that gets a slot. Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this school is it has a five day a week (2 hours/day) program for 3 year olds. A similar program for 4 year olds and then kindergarten (likely an all-day program) all in the same building. Nancy will be able to drop Jaida off and pick her up for me so my schedule will not have to be altered and best of all Tayler and Jordan (Jaida's friends) will be in Jaida's class with her. I think this will make the transition very smooth for her. The bad part is it is a school affilitaed with a church therefore there are religious aspects that I am not crazy about. I did explain to the director that we are not religious but we do plan to teach Jaida about religion but in our own way. We do not want any one religion forced on her in any way. The director seemed okay with this and said she would do her best to work with us. I actually believe her ... you can tell they all just love the children there and that is what is important. That and the fact that the kindergarteners routinely work at a first to second grade level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-113898249657671535?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/113898249657671535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=113898249657671535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113898249657671535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113898249657671535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/02/preschool-open-house.html' title='Preschool Open House'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-113893245620667006</id><published>2006-02-02T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:23.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a 2.5 year old</title><content type='html'>Two recent conversations with Jaida come to mind. The first started as we were discussing her new pre-school and how she would be attending this Fall. Her immediate response was "I don't want to fall and get a bump when I am at my school". I explained that Fall is a word that has two meanings. It means tipping over and possibly getting a bump and also a time of year. I explained that the year is divided into four parts ... Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. Fall is a couple of months away and is the time of year when she will start going to her new school. She was nodding her head like she understood and then suddenly I hear a little whimper and the words "but mama I don't want to fall and get a bump". We now say she will start school in the Autumn ... she likes this MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about how people in different countries speak different languages. How every object can be called by many different names depending on the language being spoken. I figured this is a concept that we could easily deal with since she is very into saying Spanish words right now and she seems to understand that the colors have an English and Spanish name as do the numbers. So we were talking about all the different ways we can say hello. Hello, hola, salaam, guten tag, namaste, ciao, konnyeje wa, neih hou, etc. She loves practicing this but now thinks she can only say hello to our cat Isis in German ... "guten tag Isis cat" is a common thing to hear in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the forever popular and entertaining public conversation about who she thinks has penises and who has vulvas complete with finger pointing at the individuals . That is an oldie but a goodie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also words that she says that are just fun to say. There are three words that I highly doubt I will ever again be able to pronounce correctly ...  hangigurger (hamburger), fridgelator (refrigerator) and froffie (froggie). The alternate pronunciation is just too much fun to say. ;) Oh also referring to cats as maus (meows) ... that has just stuck ... we no longer have cats we have two maus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-113893245620667006?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/113893245620667006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=113893245620667006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113893245620667006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113893245620667006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversations-with-25-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 2.5 year old'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</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-19246979.post-113872683744133312</id><published>2006-01-31T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:33:23.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist</title><content type='html'>Jaida is becoming quite the little artist. It is amazing how quickly it has happened also. Just last week she was only drawing rough shapes and now full blown people. I love watching her draw she has to list each part she is drawing as she draws it. So much fun. Her latest creations are daddy (in blue) and mama (in red/pink). These were done all by herself ... no help from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/119/1090/1600/Jaida_dada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/119/1090/320/Jaida_dada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/119/1090/1600/Jaida_mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/119/1090/320/Jaida_mama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also drawing cats and dogs. The only real difference between the two is dogs have floppy ears and cats have pointy ears. :) Considering I am likely the least artistic person on the planet I am highly impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19246979-113872683744133312?l=girlfrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/113872683744133312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19246979&amp;postID=113872683744133312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113872683744133312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19246979/posts/default/113872683744133312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlfrog.blogspot.com/2006/01/artist.html' title='The Artist'/><author><name>Gia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08732905075842308625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
