tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262669210559185552024-03-12T20:59:07.756-04:00Julia's Baby BlogJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comBlogger421125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-70046241271761179402009-06-01T07:33:00.001-04:002009-06-01T07:43:46.494-04:00I've relocated...to JuliaandHenry.com!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcOiXDB_tsaLL277IXN56VMLF9VvQDU0moqPgz2aMU2RTPt0PbHaHluOf_x9Hj4Sz2dpPJB5BSN4XqDJGSzOCe2dQaAR1EpKGyEoTicTPPzm9i2NR04hxEylEUGx-dCZSxIkEoutM18Sh/s1600-h/DSC02526_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcOiXDB_tsaLL277IXN56VMLF9VvQDU0moqPgz2aMU2RTPt0PbHaHluOf_x9Hj4Sz2dpPJB5BSN4XqDJGSzOCe2dQaAR1EpKGyEoTicTPPzm9i2NR04hxEylEUGx-dCZSxIkEoutM18Sh/s400/DSC02526_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342322037265654690" /></a><br />I'm going to have to learn to share a lot of things with my baby brother, starting with my blog. Because Henry has a lot of things to say too, we're combining forces and launching a new family blog together, <a href="http://www.juliaandhenry.com/">JuliaandHenry.com</a>. So bookmark that site, because that's where you'll find all the latest news, photos and videos from Henry and me! And we're kicking off the new site with a doozy of a world premiere: a new photo slideshow about Henry's First Week! (Remember how great my Julia's First Week slideshow was?)<div><br /></div><div>And don't worry: even though this is my final post on this blog, JuliaMadeline.com will stick around so you can browse the archives anytime and remember what my life was like before Henry came along (in fact, I can barely remember that far back already, and it's only been a week!).</div><div><br /></div><div>To all my loyal JuliaMadeline.com readers over the past two years, I say thank you. It's been fun...but really, the fun is just starting. So what are you waiting for? Get yourself over to <a href="http://www.juliaandhenry.com/">JuliaandHenry.com</a>! </div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-87158547498580612932009-05-29T10:04:00.001-04:002009-05-29T10:04:01.301-04:00Sleeping beauties<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWwGNc9SGZtBfmWD3ltA3HIGBMlng79Gzr3DZ5WEcA3OmJe1LSHeyRBjK7RRRe1-KrGDJQL46YKb0Lq3XrGGyimY-tzggKGd_L3kRm11YiJHsRLwXuUYDhvmJj1n25CzmD7U_a6ECJ__zm/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWwGNc9SGZtBfmWD3ltA3HIGBMlng79Gzr3DZ5WEcA3OmJe1LSHeyRBjK7RRRe1-KrGDJQL46YKb0Lq3XrGGyimY-tzggKGd_L3kRm11YiJHsRLwXuUYDhvmJj1n25CzmD7U_a6ECJ__zm/s400/DSC02333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339948500710618210" border="0" /></a><br />I love playing with my Disney Princess figurines. Sometimes we sing Barney songs, or do the alphabet, or I tell them stories. But lots of times, I put them to sleep. Take a look:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0G3hcRPCbmM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0G3hcRPCbmM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Speaking of sleep, that's something that Mom and Dad having been getting much of since Henry came home. As promised, next week I'll be back with lots of new pictures and videos from our first week with Henry. Have a great weekend!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-43355269792161265652009-05-27T19:29:00.002-04:002009-05-27T21:39:13.232-04:00A Goofy encounterI got some great gifts for my birthday. In fact, I got so many gifts at my birthday party that Mom and Dad have put several of them away and will be doling them out over the next several weeks. But there were a few presents they wanted me to have right away, like the stuffed Daisy Duck and Goofy dolls that Abby and Sophia got me. Mom and Dad decided to pull the old trick where they put them out downstairs in the morning and then get a video of my first reaction as I come down an see the new gift. Well this time, I didn't have quite the response they were expecting!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk_180SmTLo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk_180SmTLo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Now, of course, I love both Goofy and Daisy, but I sure pulled a good trick on Mom and Dad by making them think I wasn't interested!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-39361458248699466552009-05-26T16:10:00.004-04:002009-06-08T17:35:29.685-04:00Happy birthday to me, and welcome home Henry!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWnl614kxe9H0piuxPnKI5wfY6Q-07vyHJXaI1dLa8S3PXkhrRp3R_XKA2znJxkz783_c3fd3ERUaKd-B6uOQP47bIknXzGxLOuPC6aOdE9rXsVJIQX2VdyjTZyygD9HzK-RUbVnofqHg/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWnl614kxe9H0piuxPnKI5wfY6Q-07vyHJXaI1dLa8S3PXkhrRp3R_XKA2znJxkz783_c3fd3ERUaKd-B6uOQP47bIknXzGxLOuPC6aOdE9rXsVJIQX2VdyjTZyygD9HzK-RUbVnofqHg/s400/DSC02524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202358778106274" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not at all exaggerating when I say that yesterday, May 25, was one of the biggest days of my life. First off, I turned 2, so happy birthday to me! And then, Henry came home from the hospital. Welcome home, baby brother!<br /><br />While Dad went to the hospital in the morning to get Mom and Henry, I went with Bobbi and Dido to a Memorial Day parade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sWqWcVh57AmG998KUy9EOxtCniz9HxlWWMB1IJ4GEhZqi42Mk-07Ulat3sinA0S5G5wNIe_ryx_ErYj0Y4eOh7Lp2LJBa1ZXTqWVUUY-jxQxpF0aWlQ6CrV9A0djQOhbISxGnBksbV7r/s1600-h/DSC05531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sWqWcVh57AmG998KUy9EOxtCniz9HxlWWMB1IJ4GEhZqi42Mk-07Ulat3sinA0S5G5wNIe_ryx_ErYj0Y4eOh7Lp2LJBa1ZXTqWVUUY-jxQxpF0aWlQ6CrV9A0djQOhbISxGnBksbV7r/s400/DSC05531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202079299704226" border="0" /></a><br />There were fire trucks and police cars and ambulances — basically, all my favorite things! I had a great time, and then we went to the park where I had tons of fun as Bobbi pushed me on the swings. Then we went back home, just in time for Henry's big homecoming!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhah_5zd1XXOfDEYncf59jKr03Q0Ux_ETAaa5IOcB_gGQ8EV1T_nqFtA_DymoTl1ltJjKPGGM0nEzgEPRbhwOm2VLBiKbJ2QKNkWWpW8uSR6GMLPbc4GE9wv6JhJCeY84alyV86-aoFn7OD/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhah_5zd1XXOfDEYncf59jKr03Q0Ux_ETAaa5IOcB_gGQ8EV1T_nqFtA_DymoTl1ltJjKPGGM0nEzgEPRbhwOm2VLBiKbJ2QKNkWWpW8uSR6GMLPbc4GE9wv6JhJCeY84alyV86-aoFn7OD/s400/DSC02492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202070137299842" border="0" /></a><br />I rushed right up to him and gave him a kiss.<br /><br />After my nap, I learned that Henry had a big surprise in store for me: he got me my very own play kitchen for my birthday!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8E8eNTZWG7ijNHZNfzkWq4b70_ZUjAg5ItIFud5W_iP5N71uH3bOYl19p5XZ4YN__YGYt0tg0lRh0SxzVNRf3r1vumBL7x2Ol8vwJv7KatZa5F0gWWB34U6MYByYx7JhW1HJs68DpESg/s1600-h/DSC02515.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8E8eNTZWG7ijNHZNfzkWq4b70_ZUjAg5ItIFud5W_iP5N71uH3bOYl19p5XZ4YN__YGYt0tg0lRh0SxzVNRf3r1vumBL7x2Ol8vwJv7KatZa5F0gWWB34U6MYByYx7JhW1HJs68DpESg/s400/DSC02515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202087885560562" border="0" /></a><br />I love it so much! Now I can cook myself while Bobbi and Mom are in the kitchen. If he keeps doing nice things like that, he can stay here as long as he wants!<br /><br />Alec and Isabella were supposed to come over for my birthday, but they were sick. I still had a blast though, because Dad brought out the Slide Bouncer, and I devised a new way to use it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWkjLgIDSBV6FxB9qflJk1RUflg4VqmDvJprW8FGwPF8FQMvp1Isz5_Fuj_HnqBZ1Pwkod_36mO5eC2q2GkyS9BCtbZzNWCBRtpCMapEyi7Xl-KfGk7PIrB4ABiia0HuiUk4v_Pb5Y7hzO/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWkjLgIDSBV6FxB9qflJk1RUflg4VqmDvJprW8FGwPF8FQMvp1Isz5_Fuj_HnqBZ1Pwkod_36mO5eC2q2GkyS9BCtbZzNWCBRtpCMapEyi7Xl-KfGk7PIrB4ABiia0HuiUk4v_Pb5Y7hzO/s400/DSC02521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202096722825730" border="0" /></a><br />(By the way, Grandma: Dad wanted me to say that he had nothing to do with my discovery of how to slide head first! I came up with it all by myself!)<br /><br />I could tell that Mom and Henry were both very happy to be home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7wfRM8RbK0FdjWYkt1t1_l9GOb9B1EsyO9Zd4wR5jZQDE24vmE2sS_zJFO6M0zv66o6WQfQHQ-eDkRdhp9TqnMBsPJ6eYWz0o6l97sqtC6Zt5MV3Kq1Y8i7fiSQcE8ZcB7d2BQlPmU4f/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7wfRM8RbK0FdjWYkt1t1_l9GOb9B1EsyO9Zd4wR5jZQDE24vmE2sS_zJFO6M0zv66o6WQfQHQ-eDkRdhp9TqnMBsPJ6eYWz0o6l97sqtC6Zt5MV3Kq1Y8i7fiSQcE8ZcB7d2BQlPmU4f/s400/DSC02532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202368136588242" border="0" /></a><br />I will say this about Henry: all he seems to do is cry, sleep and eat. Doesn't he get bored with just doing those three things? Mom and Dad say I used to act the same way, but I think they're making that up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNHdxixbNiYdWZEvVyo8VsR8AB2cW7MzHrKqG_F3QlA_2uTo-wXVmKqyBWElf7HGT7bzLM1d-E7QvBBXblR10PKbxf8J-ofFblb6xr5votdUlyo4mMJCzvSwWOypwCxQ21vHB6b69YMvq/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNHdxixbNiYdWZEvVyo8VsR8AB2cW7MzHrKqG_F3QlA_2uTo-wXVmKqyBWElf7HGT7bzLM1d-E7QvBBXblR10PKbxf8J-ofFblb6xr5votdUlyo4mMJCzvSwWOypwCxQ21vHB6b69YMvq/s400/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202084358911938" border="0" /></a><br />Still, right now he's endlessly fascinating to me. (We'll see how long that lasts!) And no recap would be complete without some videos. First up is how I celebrated my big 2nd birthday:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmWq1z0usNk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmWq1z0usNk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And here's a look at Henry's homecoming:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMxMAeIEdQ4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMxMAeIEdQ4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Yesterday was a crazy day, and this week looks to be more of the same as we adjust to the family's new addition. So far, so good: Mom and Dad got through the first night without <span style="font-style: italic;">too much</span> trouble (though Dad did accidentally step in a dirty diaper and tracked Henry's poo around the carpet before he realized what happened). In fact, Dad said the only thing he was worried about was that Henry's cries would wake me up. Don't worry, Dad, I'm sure that will happen before too long!<br /><br />So aside from two posts that I had already banked from before Henry's arrival, I'm going to take the rest of the week off. And next week, I'll finally be able to let you all know what's going to happen to my blog now that Henry is here too. I think there will be other big news as well, because Mom and Dad keep talking about how I'm going to sleep in my Big Girl Bed tomorrow night....Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-53014105239574707532009-05-24T23:37:00.007-04:002009-06-08T17:25:25.000-04:00Let's visit Henry again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbUrvoLZsclNSg81LryDMqgPwTzhylIyjL2_NKnFut9Qm87xhyphenhyphen5Lx3WeADaYQjTQwVKfIgHYLSc5pqfoJA244inYru5IzmSJeai8dOPmF9VVVNK-HpCO0lTLHPAtUKTXIofue2Vep4UyP/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbUrvoLZsclNSg81LryDMqgPwTzhylIyjL2_NKnFut9Qm87xhyphenhyphen5Lx3WeADaYQjTQwVKfIgHYLSc5pqfoJA244inYru5IzmSJeai8dOPmF9VVVNK-HpCO0lTLHPAtUKTXIofue2Vep4UyP/s400/DSC02470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600947944809138" border="0" /></a><br />This was Mom and Henry's third day in the hospital, and I already had a routine down as I visited them, which included a run under the "umbrella," a quick trip to the gift shop, and a look at the Anne Geddes portraits near the nursery. And of course, lots of time bonding with Henry and Mom (and Mom's makeup). Take a look at all the highlights visit in today's Henry video:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5M8qW9qzEQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5M8qW9qzEQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And don't worry, I have new photos too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDg_AUxACqXn2Dkd1DbnYqkM_bo471LNGtQ4BURgRxCA_Wvn6ZiT6Rbnv5f7imhbEy2ljXlKssutStAswLKWJ9glvSx0BrlTLtpg62-e9zIvrrM2QRWxRL9ePEMBLUQXl6Qad3Bcin3uN/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDg_AUxACqXn2Dkd1DbnYqkM_bo471LNGtQ4BURgRxCA_Wvn6ZiT6Rbnv5f7imhbEy2ljXlKssutStAswLKWJ9glvSx0BrlTLtpg62-e9zIvrrM2QRWxRL9ePEMBLUQXl6Qad3Bcin3uN/s400/DSC02468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600944154020722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCBpVNX8pwPCY33WmUbYioSgLgd6HlffAmubB_-YNXEjvX1hfsM_MrTsVJlUh5ErbzEgSPy1wk9ajIVOKbxGP6pB68fENyV7pZkMOE6pB0Fbu4JDhxBydd3xujRGnHZ4LIfZSO7TEqZUj/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCBpVNX8pwPCY33WmUbYioSgLgd6HlffAmubB_-YNXEjvX1hfsM_MrTsVJlUh5ErbzEgSPy1wk9ajIVOKbxGP6pB68fENyV7pZkMOE6pB0Fbu4JDhxBydd3xujRGnHZ4LIfZSO7TEqZUj/s400/DSC02467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600938544190738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4fU3Qs3r03DGPiXlX4numa5NPtnVs8PcZt9iA4ZtAqc6KoaQYMAG2C0qn8R6FMBsFse4IXuuWNrAR4JxV0Yl9ZdbQYrV6HloCbk-iMJHdHtruyv9qrCO7rqSxiAmCYnK17X8jf5T7oUW/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4fU3Qs3r03DGPiXlX4numa5NPtnVs8PcZt9iA4ZtAqc6KoaQYMAG2C0qn8R6FMBsFse4IXuuWNrAR4JxV0Yl9ZdbQYrV6HloCbk-iMJHdHtruyv9qrCO7rqSxiAmCYnK17X8jf5T7oUW/s400/DSC02460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600928523784946" border="0" /></a><br />So tomorrow is a HUGE day. Not only is it my second birthday, but Mom and Henry are coming home! I can't imagine it will be anything but good times all around and no tears from anyone, right? Whatever happens, the fun starts tomorrow!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-39118263437293084692009-05-23T22:55:00.008-04:002009-06-08T17:00:33.881-04:00Henry's second day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB3G_biTYfORzQ6mG7CAH3AwgWLKCFbrOD3TeXosGJGEA54vCaqin4qbPsQptSgWh2aJYNgHAUHicY4igwiQHTMsN9fQcLtyaM5GLfTbrMGM_GhagsOz0MrRVKvl9lNXDwXLPuPS0WBJR/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB3G_biTYfORzQ6mG7CAH3AwgWLKCFbrOD3TeXosGJGEA54vCaqin4qbPsQptSgWh2aJYNgHAUHicY4igwiQHTMsN9fQcLtyaM5GLfTbrMGM_GhagsOz0MrRVKvl9lNXDwXLPuPS0WBJR/s400/DSC01329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228527674227042" border="0" /></a><br />So this was my second day with a baby brother, and I was very anxious to see him (and Mom) again. In the afternoon, we went back to the hospital with Grandma and Grandpa. Unlike yesterday, I warmed up to Henry immediately, waving hello and giving him a kiss. In fact, I gave him lots of kisses! But my favorite thing today was imitate the way Henry yawns. I did it during the whole visit and then all night after I got home! Here's a video of what Henry's second day was like (and look for my Henry impression too!).<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IW4ACSdTgw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IW4ACSdTgw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I know that everyone is anxious for more photos of the baby, and Dad promises that he's putting together a photo slideshow just like he did for <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> first week. But for now, here are a few other cute photos of Henry and family:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZRTk2nCkBvMuCle68D9-nnzhOihFoSHe3BlgUF6pFvfN_SQbOJvLoES9yF9Bv3FiQSEkKVwKjvCkc1O1JPgKHQG_S16w63Rhxa9YsZnPKmrTKVNI8xQ_FlTjWu4WZOJOPBj3jlu_oLfx/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZRTk2nCkBvMuCle68D9-nnzhOihFoSHe3BlgUF6pFvfN_SQbOJvLoES9yF9Bv3FiQSEkKVwKjvCkc1O1JPgKHQG_S16w63Rhxa9YsZnPKmrTKVNI8xQ_FlTjWu4WZOJOPBj3jlu_oLfx/s400/DSC02418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228398314942146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKt-qttTA804AVYeO8D2dPrINrSpivYhZbOCui945hnin2ncTDlyt1Gi2b4TqZjGQcvi_iqDyuJHNvyo0B5ZQQPJT7g_St_r483R1q3j162RRJDhFYtuyDppEgSPJtzhbjnMo6Ze1j7pqJ/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKt-qttTA804AVYeO8D2dPrINrSpivYhZbOCui945hnin2ncTDlyt1Gi2b4TqZjGQcvi_iqDyuJHNvyo0B5ZQQPJT7g_St_r483R1q3j162RRJDhFYtuyDppEgSPJtzhbjnMo6Ze1j7pqJ/s400/DSC01309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228387222718578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5or0aFyCUKpCW6p1zsk3cdIZEi330_MB3OszuSZB8-gy8RXZLkiHfEnKwD1CUIk7d30uaO6GR9iQ9ePzYSftA7mf92r6CMZxOLeeWtJMwUPhFT4lRuIme7UZAia3F1YmghkL47qa8BgYc/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5or0aFyCUKpCW6p1zsk3cdIZEi330_MB3OszuSZB8-gy8RXZLkiHfEnKwD1CUIk7d30uaO6GR9iQ9ePzYSftA7mf92r6CMZxOLeeWtJMwUPhFT4lRuIme7UZAia3F1YmghkL47qa8BgYc/s400/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228393355923282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgSFUGrSm9XbXtNiFM-BTrKzMQUxkzoINbhRc9FZbCe2gpn488vBCfC_q4EW9tKlfNskhRfFLtk5-UnI_ImYJtXdcf5W75QWt_bppILGZUPKJLM5C6ujmwSbq8vLiy1RAyAkgQz9pI-Fx/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgSFUGrSm9XbXtNiFM-BTrKzMQUxkzoINbhRc9FZbCe2gpn488vBCfC_q4EW9tKlfNskhRfFLtk5-UnI_ImYJtXdcf5W75QWt_bppILGZUPKJLM5C6ujmwSbq8vLiy1RAyAkgQz9pI-Fx/s400/DSC01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228401120050098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31DIxuzCd6djtIaE9wh2vCHh3twy7P0kqQN6LmEletn2052UWgG7-Uc7TOumvMdTWSXK5vaOD1VtisWQQed2dKWkjXIPnPRaDggbqcCF-KlU4SttEJwbcTnrvyXl1p-Lggo8u4j6QO8FH/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31DIxuzCd6djtIaE9wh2vCHh3twy7P0kqQN6LmEletn2052UWgG7-Uc7TOumvMdTWSXK5vaOD1VtisWQQed2dKWkjXIPnPRaDggbqcCF-KlU4SttEJwbcTnrvyXl1p-Lggo8u4j6QO8FH/s400/DSC02431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339228400108995602" border="0" /></a><br />I hear that if all goes well, Henry and Mom will be coming home on Monday. What a great birthday present that would be!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-85397976228220634662009-05-22T23:04:00.007-04:002009-06-08T17:01:27.644-04:00Oh, brother!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EDxr8Y2Zjr9vbGfsZ9JbLTzcGB7uNMR3TldoZxB0ejMTGkpRiAXRRdYdlNtQ4MXWrWp2AAGglbDYoP_5Tf6TKIr8EUoPzyOkrS6XWcEByJpBrHkeHrLdI-pG3MEknxKYCvqcjJ9vVgmz/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EDxr8Y2Zjr9vbGfsZ9JbLTzcGB7uNMR3TldoZxB0ejMTGkpRiAXRRdYdlNtQ4MXWrWp2AAGglbDYoP_5Tf6TKIr8EUoPzyOkrS6XWcEByJpBrHkeHrLdI-pG3MEknxKYCvqcjJ9vVgmz/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338851099707304290" /></a><br />Mom and Dad have been telling me for awhile now that I was going to be having a baby brother "soon," but I didn't realize they meant <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> soon! This morning at 8:25 a.m., my baby brother Henry Joseph was born, two weeks before his due date. He weighed 8 lbs. (less than me) and measured 20 1/4 inches (more than me). And just like me, he arrived on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. How weird is that?<br /><br />I got to meet my baby brother, though Dad says I cried more during my hospital visit than Henry did. He's awfully adorable, and I liked waving to him and watching him (and I think he liked watching me too!). I was a little disturbed when I first walked into the room and saw Mom on a hospital bed, with nurses I didn't know and a baby I didn't know, but Dad walked me around the maternity wing and helped me relax (the cute Anne Geddes baby pictures on the walls did the trick too).<br /><br />There will be <span style="font-style:italic;">lots</span> of photos in the days and weeks to come, but for now, take a look at this video of some of the highlights from Henry's first day.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXi4qQhzkKI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXi4qQhzkKI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-18490695082788263772009-05-21T14:46:00.005-04:002009-05-21T14:53:36.084-04:00Happy birthday party to me!Okay, I'm done teasing you with little morsels about my big 2nd birthday party last weekend. It's time for all the pictures and videos! First off, the party had a Mexican theme, or more accurately, it had a Tinga theme, since it was catered by my favorite restaurant. Bring on the chips, guacamole, rice and beans!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXU_aLj7EwAdJBs1AGxZy89B306mcVrnNMGf9kmzb6_IVgYvzfJiaqU0kpOBxn22nx4bTsgeuxiu_IfzJXN885hVv-Z3N0s5W5lca1fE5twOE8yamSirrB1ha1UDGlTmrUn0M6OzTQfM0/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXU_aLj7EwAdJBs1AGxZy89B306mcVrnNMGf9kmzb6_IVgYvzfJiaqU0kpOBxn22nx4bTsgeuxiu_IfzJXN885hVv-Z3N0s5W5lca1fE5twOE8yamSirrB1ha1UDGlTmrUn0M6OzTQfM0/s400/DSC02295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476636352555682" border="0" /></a><br />Mmmmmmm! By the end of the party, I think I turned everyone into a Tinga fan. They all raved about how good the food was. I told you so!<br /><br />But the Mexican theme didn't stop there. There were also maracas for all the kids to color. I had fun coloring two or three (or ten) of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-mW6GbqfGs6IsjxRTQrWxPeda_xB70Lam8K5Ix71VxBy5hb7g4h9QSVVLRMXd0cxXoScE1-VENU1cgR9qzVeqdxa1v1fApCGF1Td5a-BV7YRnpto0XxeLDSUiHHDS0zUcaqeuQbS7Ozh/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-mW6GbqfGs6IsjxRTQrWxPeda_xB70Lam8K5Ix71VxBy5hb7g4h9QSVVLRMXd0cxXoScE1-VENU1cgR9qzVeqdxa1v1fApCGF1Td5a-BV7YRnpto0XxeLDSUiHHDS0zUcaqeuQbS7Ozh/s400/DSC02297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476637917518002" border="0" /></a><br />One recurring theme of the day for me was seeing how many of my friends I could get to push me on my little play swing. I got Audrey...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQYG88NAB0gZ7Flbof1yaEk1Pdu3KCfpsnRLWb-1ZBlbJlP6AKpQCDpP6xMw6kbtobbWKB6_Z1F218LWT2yKHv-2cdw7TEF8VOU08yABIGKmeZ7F47aRCRDNMgCbzhaQr8Iuh8PuM24yT/s1600-h/DSC02320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQYG88NAB0gZ7Flbof1yaEk1Pdu3KCfpsnRLWb-1ZBlbJlP6AKpQCDpP6xMw6kbtobbWKB6_Z1F218LWT2yKHv-2cdw7TEF8VOU08yABIGKmeZ7F47aRCRDNMgCbzhaQr8Iuh8PuM24yT/s400/DSC02320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337477023630901378" border="0" /></a><br />..and Isabella...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dhw2U4w3KxRuTm7Bq2DydEATcwOryK9LzQLbiLIEn5LrLCttQBGGoI6P4IkGG4bybzgG-EC6za5YsUNKk9RvBgkcZQJOMETHf4T9zBsgQ2UhKHbXKwaiBy8o4_C_wD-J6iPFz5k_lsli/s1600-h/DSC02308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dhw2U4w3KxRuTm7Bq2DydEATcwOryK9LzQLbiLIEn5LrLCttQBGGoI6P4IkGG4bybzgG-EC6za5YsUNKk9RvBgkcZQJOMETHf4T9zBsgQ2UhKHbXKwaiBy8o4_C_wD-J6iPFz5k_lsli/s400/DSC02308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337477013531974306" border="0" /></a><br />...and a couple more as well (you'll have to check out the video to see who else). Thanks guys!<br /><br />In addition to the delicious food from Tinga, I also had not one but <span style="font-style: italic;">two</span> yummy birthday cakes:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqJ3OkKMymxAmCpbUr2vKZNtULk930rtlS6kWzeWCRXYL9DsUeb6EP0rHkMmrZ-eg74kaffLJ2Uc85cIzqkx-Cc8cjLfy37Ka8B02v3X-E_sLmo3hCcwOOcQNOhsCHCbCMgiav4W03hZc/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqJ3OkKMymxAmCpbUr2vKZNtULk930rtlS6kWzeWCRXYL9DsUeb6EP0rHkMmrZ-eg74kaffLJ2Uc85cIzqkx-Cc8cjLfy37Ka8B02v3X-E_sLmo3hCcwOOcQNOhsCHCbCMgiav4W03hZc/s400/DSC02313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337477018138523474" border="0" /></a><br />A big thank you to the cake provider, Alec and Isabella's mom Vera, who owns a pair of Häagen-Dazs ice cream shops in the city (so if you're ever on 114th and Broadway, or 64th and 1st, be sure to give her some business!).<br /><br />And before the party ended, Mom and Dad brought out a Sesame Street pinata so everyone could try and get the treats out of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKLQLMh2LaxpNRmBSXjl9JUMPIB3065WNBSTlDm4OPZQiFq97HfqvdcJaLqQQCFWWWR4a_CO0u4sLKYBgvdA-qyoIUEySFap0MOwh4SIV7JIJQRo41nehWC5UYQlxuPVROczUZTkjrV79/s1600-h/DSC02315.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKLQLMh2LaxpNRmBSXjl9JUMPIB3065WNBSTlDm4OPZQiFq97HfqvdcJaLqQQCFWWWR4a_CO0u4sLKYBgvdA-qyoIUEySFap0MOwh4SIV7JIJQRo41nehWC5UYQlxuPVROczUZTkjrV79/s400/DSC02315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337479513153327554" border="0" /></a><br />I got a little weepy when I saw all the candy spill out, because I thought something had gone wrong, but I liked playing with some of the prizes once I got my hands on them!<br /><br />So that was my party. If you liked the pictures, you'll <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> enjoy the video:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r0KgmQyBn8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r0KgmQyBn8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Wasn't that fun! Thanks to everyone who came and made the party so terrific, and I can't wait for the next one!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-92231124629025029572009-05-20T14:54:00.007-04:002009-05-20T15:16:48.542-04:00A little Bounce in my step<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV89iPtmxuLS5M5-o27n8m5i9_BIbhyphenhyphend6DZoIBeRrGrZ8eTYee0XyM5S4QTKQGEf4SaRSrZ7MpMDWy5e_pNteHzvlDeY67wznd-TkOq9ev_CGnAuAeU5w3w9g8BWiBI6GU2HCl_8JFIMQU/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV89iPtmxuLS5M5-o27n8m5i9_BIbhyphenhyphend6DZoIBeRrGrZ8eTYee0XyM5S4QTKQGEf4SaRSrZ7MpMDWy5e_pNteHzvlDeY67wznd-TkOq9ev_CGnAuAeU5w3w9g8BWiBI6GU2HCl_8JFIMQU/s400/DSC02292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476621591872162" border="0" /></a><br />Mom and Dad got me the best birthday gift: a Jump 'n Slide Bouncer (technically, a Jump 'n <span style="font-style: italic;">Double</span> Slide Bouncer)! They brought it out for my birthday party, and I (along with everyone else) had a blast on it. I tested it out in the morning before everyone else got there. My cousins Abby and Sophia came in early from Connecticut and the three of us had a great time on it together. (Dad put down some tarps because we have to take our shoes off to go on it, but the grass was still wet from the rainy weather the day before. So this way our socks didn't get wet as we ran back and forth on it.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVAa4OLkP8xxADaeWOxIvu4HA8PYBVR3XTVeWQI4OuKdFYQP06HwY1f42WYh1eOylvqEEL48YPD-paK2Z06JnBuaTd1rcfx0CdkrYaFoTEL5ohFzDZ1_l06_MvkPc5xuXpu_LztwT3PTH/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVAa4OLkP8xxADaeWOxIvu4HA8PYBVR3XTVeWQI4OuKdFYQP06HwY1f42WYh1eOylvqEEL48YPD-paK2Z06JnBuaTd1rcfx0CdkrYaFoTEL5ohFzDZ1_l06_MvkPc5xuXpu_LztwT3PTH/s400/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476629770266482" border="0" /></a><br />It took me a few times before I got the hang of it, but after that I couldn't get enough!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_5rEwTywlSt8-BRGTKRJI8L1LhYbhIB0EY-PRvSzTLrSHooyLIpkFFsI-CKaqbx89NiPoEWrszOUPsXrLBl1TuN2sLvVS5hTC6skZPAjOROhjhcHW2wxdmjjUmFYpO8eMAnwu-gkiNoH/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_5rEwTywlSt8-BRGTKRJI8L1LhYbhIB0EY-PRvSzTLrSHooyLIpkFFsI-CKaqbx89NiPoEWrszOUPsXrLBl1TuN2sLvVS5hTC6skZPAjOROhjhcHW2wxdmjjUmFYpO8eMAnwu-gkiNoH/s400/DSC02289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476628613598722" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a look at my inaugural voyage on it (again, before the party started):<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19950BpLY4E&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19950BpLY4E&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Most of the other kids loved it too, but that footage is for tomorrow's big birthday party video!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-75754001483576553062009-05-19T13:28:00.004-04:002009-05-19T13:36:41.237-04:00Birthday balloons!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7APWAMB7WEBbSN9RdUCjN0Cgaz-EskFX8rexzheInaPgqswUtiBBaMGBjc3D4IGlxrTI6OgzVMd1O2qAqDQiK6fYkOO540K13dyYzuec9Vbi3Fc0O61bym66iGEIaAWzwW3_tWrj2KPB/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7APWAMB7WEBbSN9RdUCjN0Cgaz-EskFX8rexzheInaPgqswUtiBBaMGBjc3D4IGlxrTI6OgzVMd1O2qAqDQiK6fYkOO540K13dyYzuec9Vbi3Fc0O61bym66iGEIaAWzwW3_tWrj2KPB/s400/DSC02326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337478616965961458" border="0" /></a><br />I know you guys are getting anxious for photos and videos from my birthday party, and while Dad is still busy combing through the video footage, I wanted to give you a little morsel for now. I got a kick out of all the balloons at my party this year (like the ones I'm holding here from Aunt Jess's boyfriend Pete), so here's a look at what happened when I got back from the Little Gym on Saturday morning and saw all the balloons that Mom and Dad got for my party.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltlbixSRUcs&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltlbixSRUcs&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And by the way, as you see in the above photo, unlike last year's birthday party, I actually posed for a photo with Mom and Dad this time!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-57050800332511133702009-05-18T14:06:00.001-04:002009-05-18T14:07:57.815-04:00Paying my respectsI had a terrific birthday party Saturday, and I'll tell you all about it later in the week, but first I want to talk about my trip to Ohio for Uncle John's funeral.<br /><br />I got to see Aunt Paula, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Jess, Uncle Ryan and lots of other people. Everyone seemed downcast, so I did my best to put a smile on their faces by being my usual adorable self. During the viewing, I kept running to all the flowers, smelling them and counting the bows. At one point I pointed out to Dad that I saw a "man sleeping," but otherwise I entertained myself, sometimes by just running in a circle and singing "Old MacDonald Had a Farm."<br /><br />Aunt Paula was very sad but she was thrilled to see me, so I'm happy that I helped cheer her up a bit. I also met my Uncle Dan, who is married to frequent Ask Julia contributor Aunt Rebecca, along with their daughter Diana. Plus I got to spend time with Aunt Paula's dog Gracie. Aunt Paula gave me some of bread to feed her, and I'm still talking about how much fun that was! And I also finally got to meet my Great-Grandma, which was a nice treat. Grandpa took some pictures of the two of us, which I'll post next week after we get a copy of them.<br /><br />Getting there and back was quite a feat, involving planes, trains and automobiles traveling through four states (from NJ to an airport in NY to an airport in PA to our final destination in OH). I loved watching the planes take off from the gate, and when I got on the plane I told Dad it looked a little like the inside of a choo-choo. Aunt Jess flew with us, so she helped take care of me too.<br /><br />I was on my best behavior the whole time (I did get a little cranky during the two-hour flight delay on our way home, but you would too!), and everyone talked about how sweet and well-behaved I was. You're welcome, Dad!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-5886029419610831422009-05-15T07:04:00.000-04:002009-05-15T07:04:00.969-04:00California girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVZij7YSaW-jioCkUI4aSU-XVgFihDS0VVK2YoT1p70nVfD02AsRR9SsfFk62miXAURvHZZit6SPBGN-PaySWIFYLzERu_Gou02zGPPgFVS5b1UiobnSdUJ3pwQuC2nN9BgixsZKZJmOl/s1600-h/DSC05383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVZij7YSaW-jioCkUI4aSU-XVgFihDS0VVK2YoT1p70nVfD02AsRR9SsfFk62miXAURvHZZit6SPBGN-PaySWIFYLzERu_Gou02zGPPgFVS5b1UiobnSdUJ3pwQuC2nN9BgixsZKZJmOl/s400/DSC05383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139434145137890" border="0" /></a><br />Last week Bobbi and Dido drove me up to Connecticut for the day, so I could spend some time with my cousin Ava, who lives in California now but came back East for a visit. My cousin Sophia was there too, so it was nice to catch up with everyone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBcIFbyAAEuE213RxmkesbNvKyshaS2DYEuCSajm2W_yjy4NV7-CUDSRaNPZeEWeqTB2Y6IjOJS0XVFz2uASZux9IWpEuWKts4cgCmoOfAU1AkRchmUF_RrzANrYwTgQOQPv6tZjPDfAT/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBcIFbyAAEuE213RxmkesbNvKyshaS2DYEuCSajm2W_yjy4NV7-CUDSRaNPZeEWeqTB2Y6IjOJS0XVFz2uASZux9IWpEuWKts4cgCmoOfAU1AkRchmUF_RrzANrYwTgQOQPv6tZjPDfAT/s400/DSC05384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139439541588802" border="0" /></a><br />We've all gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw Ava, which was last summer at Sesame Place. It was an eventful visit to say the least - a few tears were shed by more than one of us - but Sophia set a good example and always made sure to smile!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mKDf6z_zL_lSdQhI6GO8qNt6bDukfBEayFFeE-gaSGSdvLatWGMAzNrgLHBJqfusi2WSSPSfxkcVSRUnezoPzxxm6HGgDinayWLD7H9ARlWCXz8JCLlrsF96D0Lj974UwXDynylQ3RqK/s1600-h/DSC05396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mKDf6z_zL_lSdQhI6GO8qNt6bDukfBEayFFeE-gaSGSdvLatWGMAzNrgLHBJqfusi2WSSPSfxkcVSRUnezoPzxxm6HGgDinayWLD7H9ARlWCXz8JCLlrsF96D0Lj974UwXDynylQ3RqK/s400/DSC05396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139440666480786" border="0" /></a><br />That's Ava's mom Arita with us. It was nice to see her too.<br /><br />I'm traveling again right now, for a much sadder reason. Dad and I flew out to Ohio for something called a funeral for Uncle John, my Aunt Paula's husband, who passed away suddenly earlier this week. Everyone is very sad so I hope that my being there will help cheer my Aunt Paula up at least a little bit, because you can't keep yourself from smiling when I'm around!<br /><br />We're getting back tonight, just in time for another huge event: my second birthday party! I'll tell you all about it next week.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-65498561970043336882009-05-13T23:02:00.001-04:002009-05-13T23:17:12.342-04:00"Hot Dog" special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPphzqlMkBqzZcsrp1ZfbaPbIsdgT_KdnfdAOqNqycT2nT1Lx9owLjww4C6Ln7GCpRyl1t1XPgwMQFgEVx1PJkwjlSHFVo4ETYbV2TdQWav0vq7v_w0KVYYTpPlJFY0ATfuCRlbczSxx3/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPphzqlMkBqzZcsrp1ZfbaPbIsdgT_KdnfdAOqNqycT2nT1Lx9owLjww4C6Ln7GCpRyl1t1XPgwMQFgEVx1PJkwjlSHFVo4ETYbV2TdQWav0vq7v_w0KVYYTpPlJFY0ATfuCRlbczSxx3/s400/DSC02272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335138924096783058" border="0" /></a><br />I mentioned recently that I've been watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Mickey Mouse Clubhouse</span> a lot. My favorite thing on it, besides Clarabelle Cow that is, is watching everyone do the "Hot Dog" dance at the end of every episode. I enjoy it so much that Dad found me the music for "Hot Dog" (by a group called They Might Be Giants), so now I can listen to "Hot Dog" whenever I want.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSQEj6389-C41ylspzsn4vu1ffCEyeZ6UXD1zFbWpRyu4zPnIJ1Axejr_UeYOT1LtBYfdf8dByXbNzdYjUIEij4eUldmzBuCPPMC1m5SGw8m407HuszopUh4-h4pGNO4rqP_MFJiU8AmP/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSQEj6389-C41ylspzsn4vu1ffCEyeZ6UXD1zFbWpRyu4zPnIJ1Axejr_UeYOT1LtBYfdf8dByXbNzdYjUIEij4eUldmzBuCPPMC1m5SGw8m407HuszopUh4-h4pGNO4rqP_MFJiU8AmP/s400/DSC02268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335138915788033682" border="0" /></a><br />And when I hear it, I always want to dance along, and get my <span style="font-style: italic;">Mickey Mouse Clubhouse</span> pals to join in the fun. Take a look:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WUyGuHI4b8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WUyGuHI4b8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-83864475360494902672009-05-12T15:29:00.001-04:002009-05-12T15:31:26.901-04:00More from Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb0pCMWvY5FP3Dy9_NdUuggaRftxupRYRqtBvZgHUXb0hOO5hxs6hALoh4__7V14Ie2oVyHE3WQOntCHR_X8cBVmqsBhlJyS-ui9Qbjh1o1nG54tXb2WkrS14YQu3AfIe0dr4U3IQ5YyY/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb0pCMWvY5FP3Dy9_NdUuggaRftxupRYRqtBvZgHUXb0hOO5hxs6hALoh4__7V14Ie2oVyHE3WQOntCHR_X8cBVmqsBhlJyS-ui9Qbjh1o1nG54tXb2WkrS14YQu3AfIe0dr4U3IQ5YyY/s400/DSC02279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970554499226978" border="0" /></a><br />I mentioned yesterday that I spent much of Mother's Day afternoon outside. After so much rainy weather, it was so nice to be able to run around in the backyard. I went on the slide, chatted with my imaginary friend Norman and used my sidewalk chalk. Then, I liked the necklace I got Bobbi for Mother's Day so much that I decided to wear it myself!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzCjMtTxegH8hnOUC41gIQ3GQ5mUaI-vbNmVr9icw8ku5FGg-K9AeB9y2uJjebSPJarNv8LnDYhBQvDVwLbxJcFPvHmFXzBOfmdboh5cVHOSqaKjBkG5yv-NYBOsHQideCTnDp17gvg6Z/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzCjMtTxegH8hnOUC41gIQ3GQ5mUaI-vbNmVr9icw8ku5FGg-K9AeB9y2uJjebSPJarNv8LnDYhBQvDVwLbxJcFPvHmFXzBOfmdboh5cVHOSqaKjBkG5yv-NYBOsHQideCTnDp17gvg6Z/s400/DSC02282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970553546965282" border="0" /></a><br />And of course there's video too. Take a look:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kKyFSjiI1U&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kKyFSjiI1U&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-39804881721147910492009-05-11T11:38:00.003-04:002009-05-11T11:58:12.551-04:00Momma mia!Happy (belated) Mother's Day everyone!<br /><br />Our Mother's Day started out on a not-so-great note. We showed up at the hospital for my sibling tour, so I could get the lay of the land before my baby brother comes. Well, it ended up being only a waiting room tour because the instructor never showed up! I didn't notice, because I was running around the waiting room (and I got to see one or two babies as they were wheeled from one wing to another), but Mom and Dad were a little annoyed. But they said it was the most accurate hospital tour I could have gotten because that place is a bit incompetent about certain things (two years ago, a few of their prenatal classes were also cancelled without warning).<br /><br />But things picked up later in the day, when we took advantage of the great weather and had a barbeque outside with Bobbi and Dido. I also gave Mom a Mother's Day gift of a couple cookbooks, although I had already moved on to bigger and better things by the time she opened them.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-6BcnH2XGo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-6BcnH2XGo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />At the end of the video you see me wearing a pageboy cap and saying "Hat! Just like Norman!" Norman is a character in <span style="font-style: italic;">Fireman Sam</span>, a British kids show I like to watch about a fireman in a local town. Norman is the kid who always gets into trouble, but he's also my new imaginary friend and tells me to do things (nothing bad...so far!).Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-63119918991575737442009-05-08T08:59:00.002-04:002009-05-08T08:59:02.082-04:00Two pipas are better than oneSo I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news that is that I no longer need a "pipa" (Ukrainian for pacifier) anymore. The bad news?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyTQOBUgPgobgdtc5ydazGy7TSU2YtMUWcRq4lX-jzs3JRbeDbOZbpC7vVNRydHsp0OC8Q6a80olXa1LvvWbkvf-nFt436WdDCAC5YSpmYK0MQejcu1bmnT8f7X9j5GFxDl8EGkRKKEqS/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyTQOBUgPgobgdtc5ydazGy7TSU2YtMUWcRq4lX-jzs3JRbeDbOZbpC7vVNRydHsp0OC8Q6a80olXa1LvvWbkvf-nFt436WdDCAC5YSpmYK0MQejcu1bmnT8f7X9j5GFxDl8EGkRKKEqS/s400/DSC02267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332324098697192898" border="0" /></a><br />I need <span style="font-style: italic;">two</span> of them! At least from time to time. Take a look my new trick (and a glimpse at how I "read" my books).<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y73h3fFUbj8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y73h3fFUbj8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Did you notice how hyper I was at the beginning? This is what I'm like sometimes after a nap — just raring to go and running around my crib. And aren't you impressed by my counting prowess?<br /><br />I'll be back next week with posts about my new bedroom furniture and my weekend trip to the place where my baby brother will be born. <span style="font-style: italic;">Very</span> intriguing! See you next week!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-57393323076768954722009-05-06T14:58:00.004-04:002009-05-06T15:08:33.574-04:00The Cow comes home!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5YxBrlVOSAGjKPQgwbo6ZwWbZTyY3mxuFL8iio0U5I34l2srxwC24kj3YivnV8RxmTZVODyQov8GbsjSzVPxf6dLXiHwrnHwV39v3xRnnW6gfHOH9jM-2GxN6bebpLR376YORjlgSqtk/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5YxBrlVOSAGjKPQgwbo6ZwWbZTyY3mxuFL8iio0U5I34l2srxwC24kj3YivnV8RxmTZVODyQov8GbsjSzVPxf6dLXiHwrnHwV39v3xRnnW6gfHOH9jM-2GxN6bebpLR376YORjlgSqtk/s400/DSC02256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332324471990357298" border="0" /></a><br />So I've been watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Mickey Mouse Clubhouse</span> a lot recently — a new version that debuted last year on the Disney Channel with computer-animated versions of Mickey and his fans. I love Mickey, Minnie, Daisy Duck, Goofy and the rest, but the character I've <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> fallen for is Clarabelle Cow. Who is she, you ask? She's a minor Disney character who has popped up very sporadically through the years, and is now being paired with Goofy as his sort-of girlfriend. But I somehow managed to fixate on literally the only character that Disney hasn't exploited yet, so when I was running around the Disney Store two weeks ago screaming Clarabelle's name, Mom and Dad couldn't find a single piece of merchandise with her on it.<br /><br />But I persisted, and began announcing that "Grandma find Julia Clarabelle Cow." Grandma didn't come through, but Dad did! Thanks to eBay, he found a commemorative stuffed Clarabelle that came out way back in 2000. He and Mom gave it to me last weekend, and at first I didn't know who she was because the doll is in black and white (to commemorate the black and white cartoons she first appeared in). But then it all clicked, and I was the most excited I've been in weeks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYWhogQmnIYZ7ORQAYSAYAmCHUicCUL9LJJI4LIhBbPVDoFMq-CVJoNIM8R1uQumsqXO-d-6o3fXFt_cZ6vWMqJ_m1WJnLhg8FO5u3GZvDYrGkVpUjrKduovRAF6n9DF0LyYxq_ynRMj1/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYWhogQmnIYZ7ORQAYSAYAmCHUicCUL9LJJI4LIhBbPVDoFMq-CVJoNIM8R1uQumsqXO-d-6o3fXFt_cZ6vWMqJ_m1WJnLhg8FO5u3GZvDYrGkVpUjrKduovRAF6n9DF0LyYxq_ynRMj1/s400/DSC02255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332324459317293554" border="0" /></a><br />I took her all around the house, giving her a tour of all my favorite things. Dad picked up the video camera as I headed down to my playroom with her:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsMJ9WQzYRw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsMJ9WQzYRw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />That Julia table/puzzle I was putting together in the video was a gift from Alec and Isabella for my first birthday, almost a whole year ago. I've really enjoyed looking at it and <span style="font-style: italic;">trying</span> to put the pieces together over the last year, but it wasn't until two weeks ago that I was finally able to put the whole thing together all by myself, without any help from Dad.<br /><br />I love Clarabelle Cow, and I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the Disney Store comes to their senses and starts pumping out lots of Clarabelle merchandise!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-36051931289954652082009-05-04T16:47:00.000-04:002009-05-04T16:47:51.683-04:00Armed response<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzdMjfSK_0cd3nMqh-94cWryDU8PKfzMhfsQB8_7Xfx58X1cAIBN6bh0ulAXJs65M1zZhcQufRMmIICb4BO6I_Mf7K7ZniGjV4fF3VjM_IeLU3kwC1gN-0dXgPmTES6-2ow4AJRTBhjGg/s1600-h/DSC02262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzdMjfSK_0cd3nMqh-94cWryDU8PKfzMhfsQB8_7Xfx58X1cAIBN6bh0ulAXJs65M1zZhcQufRMmIICb4BO6I_Mf7K7ZniGjV4fF3VjM_IeLU3kwC1gN-0dXgPmTES6-2ow4AJRTBhjGg/s400/DSC02262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331807839886245666" border="0" /></a><br />It was a very soggy weekend, but before the rain started Mom and Dad took me to a festival at the art museum in town where I sampled funnel cake for the first time (<span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> good!) and had my first experience with face painting. Well, technically it was <span style="font-style: italic;">arm</span> painting, as Mom encouraged me to get a ladybug painted on my arm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrtKWvHiiGOpIDhDynwcaf8UzFMypUXkh5iER75PJ8ehOly-cHprxLMIxzuaZQlG12ulajW_R5ZB7jlsAvWsUz8TrsZMbVtwO8hOYYLD5JzoESR4uWpIObZqU1QVpoOTDI5xZr1ArVkDH/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrtKWvHiiGOpIDhDynwcaf8UzFMypUXkh5iER75PJ8ehOly-cHprxLMIxzuaZQlG12ulajW_R5ZB7jlsAvWsUz8TrsZMbVtwO8hOYYLD5JzoESR4uWpIObZqU1QVpoOTDI5xZr1ArVkDH/s400/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331807837619097570" border="0" /></a><br />I loved the ladybug so much — and kept staring at my arm all day — but our relationship was short-lived. She was already coming off by day's end, so when Mom and Dad gave me a bath we washed her off completely. But at least we have some photos and this video!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSTni-YqW00&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSTni-YqW00&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm already talking about what I might get the next time I have my arm (or face!) painted. Mom and I agreed that "maybe" I'd get a butterfly next time around.<br /><br />You probably noticed a cameo in that video by one Clarabelle Cow. That was my other big news from the weekend, but you'll have to wait until the next post to hear more about her.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-5433007022604783202009-05-01T14:32:00.000-04:002009-05-01T14:32:29.348-04:00Wild, wild West HartfordI wrapped up my great vacation week with a trip to Connecticut to visit Aunt Jess. Her apartment is fun to run around in because she has all these cool magnets on her fridge (Dad says they are from promotional stuff he got at work over the years), like a Reese Witherspoon figure that you can "dress" in a bunch of different outfits. We also made a return trip to the West Hartford Children's Museum nearby. I didn't have quite as much fun there as I did the first time around (probably because Aunt Jess was at class and couldn't come with us) but it was still nice to go back.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxr9pMjVNp0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxr9pMjVNp0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />One thing we didn't film was my reaction to the clowns that were performing in the museum's backyard. I was interested and made Mom and Dad take me out there, but 30 seconds later I wanted to go back inside. So I haven't decided yet whether I'm one of those kids who is afraid of clowns or not.<br /><br />Have a great weekend everyone!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-18849531423549598152009-04-30T14:31:00.000-04:002009-04-30T14:31:32.138-04:00Back in Touch, part 2You've seen all the photos from my latest visit to the Please Touch Museum, now take a look at the video:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qisjOungOMQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qisjOungOMQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-15341828306134897042009-04-29T15:53:00.001-04:002009-04-29T16:00:09.946-04:00Back in Touch, part 1I have so much great stuff to share from my latest visit to the Please Touch Museum, I'm going split it into two posts. Today I'll show you all my photos, and tomorrow you can see the video. Mom and Dad asked me where I wanted to go first, and I didn't have to think twice...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uPXxTpWYjz0iy9ya5RWHhEZBYW8nSoQm2O-PnYXrxFwoXq09FhZPPfHRadowXSKDaaTM6GRX9h8oCF9YvzsJ695be7cTbCq25fa0XZyGEBSnWR19S7nxZZ0axK1SA010VGSQXbq-sjn8/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uPXxTpWYjz0iy9ya5RWHhEZBYW8nSoQm2O-PnYXrxFwoXq09FhZPPfHRadowXSKDaaTM6GRX9h8oCF9YvzsJ695be7cTbCq25fa0XZyGEBSnWR19S7nxZZ0axK1SA010VGSQXbq-sjn8/s400/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936220970375634" border="0" /></a><br />I headed straight for the ducks! This time I managed to stay drier than usual. <br /><br />Next up was the carousel, and while I enjoyed myself, I opted against a second ride for the first time <span style="font-style:italic;">ever</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3VgyvivKkZVylnvrhnLjWbI7vuWcoq7FCl2WGhbbxpSbmlJlymMsw3yIDHooced0gT1e6Hn-GwqGW8KRm3QN3jCvkuYcmE0WcwsSs8gej5mXDQXRufJd3155c0Qz9XUsOoicT6ReFa0A/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3VgyvivKkZVylnvrhnLjWbI7vuWcoq7FCl2WGhbbxpSbmlJlymMsw3yIDHooced0gT1e6Hn-GwqGW8KRm3QN3jCvkuYcmE0WcwsSs8gej5mXDQXRufJd3155c0Qz9XUsOoicT6ReFa0A/s400/DSC02192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936222864175890" border="0" /></a><br />Then Dad took me on a roller coaster, sort of...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8beQwXcDKsCnJRi9WzOwy23yUmwfsKKfgmzqg3F6yVURhiwskzLAQo90kDnurOMMRr28H2X_-slIZWsgJbS7U5I3ddZPvTg5tWXczZEu80Ec4q9mfXFpjhL7XYArVZjYxFKGEiXXrvRJ/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8beQwXcDKsCnJRi9WzOwy23yUmwfsKKfgmzqg3F6yVURhiwskzLAQo90kDnurOMMRr28H2X_-slIZWsgJbS7U5I3ddZPvTg5tWXczZEu80Ec4q9mfXFpjhL7XYArVZjYxFKGEiXXrvRJ/s400/DSC02197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936229045879218" border="0" /></a><br />I have a feeling I'll like coasters a lot, but on that day riding a turtle was my preferred method of amusement.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwY6kDRfLCgyopuIfAgEcNpyQ2MopumT2WpK_rDPUSewslmD_zILpxvvML_J3sC_qjNyZwWRnMZwt-SK_p9a7ufJ-uUF4ftugLTofSOjWxUFg-os4z59JHbttu5m_nK29vuMep116FxL9X/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwY6kDRfLCgyopuIfAgEcNpyQ2MopumT2WpK_rDPUSewslmD_zILpxvvML_J3sC_qjNyZwWRnMZwt-SK_p9a7ufJ-uUF4ftugLTofSOjWxUFg-os4z59JHbttu5m_nK29vuMep116FxL9X/s400/DSC02173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936220588368258" border="0" /></a><br />Then I went to the supermarket for some food shopping, and I couldn't resist sampling the merchandise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW-3xqMlh8xWK3dZzlXT1eHKLOGzg0xUPKxO0f5qSD8udTg2mu-8gWV0pLXkX5c_RZs7EsVaZLsSXEveERVOSJ92XFXRIx-oFCOAMR7XliNIVk5xVpWLsmQ64Rrl5tuR69raxZGtRPmvA/s1600-h/DSC02206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW-3xqMlh8xWK3dZzlXT1eHKLOGzg0xUPKxO0f5qSD8udTg2mu-8gWV0pLXkX5c_RZs7EsVaZLsSXEveERVOSJ92XFXRIx-oFCOAMR7XliNIVk5xVpWLsmQ64Rrl5tuR69raxZGtRPmvA/s400/DSC02206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936232939988242" border="0" /></a><br />Yuck! Why did the apples taste like plastic? We had lunch after that, and the pretzels were <span style="font-style:italic;">much</span> yummier.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMcbrkq3jdZquSXxTFZrnk1T3gE9bk0W6gNU2oN_o_teviRhLApHStWO2jBIij7nraCp38QkBb-nYPIBqxRdW2eudxtjCitAaRfJzcYOHMfEStiO4iHcw_PhiypWOPc81Mo_lSYNUChyp/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMcbrkq3jdZquSXxTFZrnk1T3gE9bk0W6gNU2oN_o_teviRhLApHStWO2jBIij7nraCp38QkBb-nYPIBqxRdW2eudxtjCitAaRfJzcYOHMfEStiO4iHcw_PhiypWOPc81Mo_lSYNUChyp/s400/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936634245251330" border="0" /></a><br />Over lunch I got to show Mom the painting on the cafeteria wall of the <span style="font-style:italic;">pani</span> (Ukrainian word for woman) that I've been imitating ever since my last museum visit with Dad. Here's what she looks like...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytGSY1CB5YtOrAeH3v5iLr2rdtTqEv0YaT0dm994JzFxpBzuWODvbmN6-0OH7rwKnTPTwOsBiyN6xBRloEvbwfIVuU0MI5Ij8JrQZ4cXE8pANIs0BXxleMsgqydzqPANsRu6LJf1lYR3n/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytGSY1CB5YtOrAeH3v5iLr2rdtTqEv0YaT0dm994JzFxpBzuWODvbmN6-0OH7rwKnTPTwOsBiyN6xBRloEvbwfIVuU0MI5Ij8JrQZ4cXE8pANIs0BXxleMsgqydzqPANsRu6LJf1lYR3n/s400/DSC02217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936643186933458" border="0" /></a><br />And here's <span style="font-style:italic;">my</span> version of it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScL5RHdAyWzNJo4t1d-CzS6IyL02QZpFtZHUnTBnahrGWYy4xrRGVtQrAbpOh5aXWjaeo4Qae-bk2wtxRyIoewAHAR3IF3l22MXIxQV2ujMSfZdxjky7H9Yt6UuQo0TprpZ4-1XeDckpV/s1600-h/DSC02214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScL5RHdAyWzNJo4t1d-CzS6IyL02QZpFtZHUnTBnahrGWYy4xrRGVtQrAbpOh5aXWjaeo4Qae-bk2wtxRyIoewAHAR3IF3l22MXIxQV2ujMSfZdxjky7H9Yt6UuQo0TprpZ4-1XeDckpV/s400/DSC02214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936630538840802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Next up was a trip back to the shoe exhibit, and while I liked playing with the shoes again, this time I was more interested in measuring my own feet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlQoUNAE2UPcfEVKfFR7yG-xsZb3oEJmeblejALmLNiswux2S_5Q4_DpylNfH8OkrmXXPihq4ns3_9I8HClGQoAmEC96Gj_87II2c2ioflZInzn7o_FUN1Tw8xfkAC-h0YuoWPzr3xnCq/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlQoUNAE2UPcfEVKfFR7yG-xsZb3oEJmeblejALmLNiswux2S_5Q4_DpylNfH8OkrmXXPihq4ns3_9I8HClGQoAmEC96Gj_87II2c2ioflZInzn7o_FUN1Tw8xfkAC-h0YuoWPzr3xnCq/s400/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936626625959730" border="0" /></a><br />Our trip ended on a surprise note, as we got a chance to get up close and personal with the Phillies World Series trophy, which they were displaying at the museum that day. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEIgIJ_5QBGJWkFoGj785MmokC3qjwsHHUN7xAHijVf2ZlIuoBNFKmPBQ4Mgkq-a4hUlK2nZieyCAALaaLvwPv-JkFfJY4aqsQfFEJyfQ1rVTATN52ejwROIET1wLKYXWrTTjJxnARtcQ/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEIgIJ_5QBGJWkFoGj785MmokC3qjwsHHUN7xAHijVf2ZlIuoBNFKmPBQ4Mgkq-a4hUlK2nZieyCAALaaLvwPv-JkFfJY4aqsQfFEJyfQ1rVTATN52ejwROIET1wLKYXWrTTjJxnARtcQ/s400/DSC02219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936650622650786" border="0" /></a><br />Or as I kept calling it, "Crown!" There were several men standing around it to make sure no one touched it, but I still came <span style="font-style:italic;">thisclose</span> to getting my mitts on it. Hey Dad, when are the Yankees going to get another one of those things? It's been almost a decade!<br /><br />There's video of all the above and more to show you, so check back tomorrow!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-34022077887389477382009-04-28T16:41:00.002-04:002009-04-28T16:44:58.566-04:00Finding Nemo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbeR9ri3zzJrvGm7yc14MjM6gu9XbrxkOmTDtoZ0oMrjXH2JoPUUqwgM-R58yKKhQHhyDWm2hqTWe9P5o3T0fLLRZRxoHCjKjvM7eq-LdbJ0TFuGRAwoqiqarz2qbTLXjZxmzqvgEdPU2Q/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbeR9ri3zzJrvGm7yc14MjM6gu9XbrxkOmTDtoZ0oMrjXH2JoPUUqwgM-R58yKKhQHhyDWm2hqTWe9P5o3T0fLLRZRxoHCjKjvM7eq-LdbJ0TFuGRAwoqiqarz2qbTLXjZxmzqvgEdPU2Q/s400/DSC02134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329778586197617746" border="0" /></a><br />Before we visited <a href="http://www.frankandnics.com/">Uncle Ryan's restaurant in Baltimore</a>, Mom and Dad took me back to the Baltimore Aquarium, which I had loved so much during our last trip down there. I missed Uncle Ryan, who couldn't make it this time, but I had so much fun saying hi to all the fish, the dolphins and yes, the bubbles. This time was even better because I knew what colors all the fish were. And I even spotted my friend Nemo! (Another Disney character that I know all about without ever having seen his movie.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-SrVuRFWQJm9wAbEJcJCW7nNEZS02_MHNeFH61LKYggLLGYyy7hT52GpveVA7X2wZxTMWESf1sIgxYeJy2SIz9rF2jyPszfh-jN2p4aoV969BC_I7QWXNoIITBQhJ28aAruJ47GCwJC7/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-SrVuRFWQJm9wAbEJcJCW7nNEZS02_MHNeFH61LKYggLLGYyy7hT52GpveVA7X2wZxTMWESf1sIgxYeJy2SIz9rF2jyPszfh-jN2p4aoV969BC_I7QWXNoIITBQhJ28aAruJ47GCwJC7/s400/DSC02141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329778597813956146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dad did most of the heavy lifting when I needed to get a close look at the fish, but when my energy started to flag, Mom was right there for cuddling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuWR8KQV31S6RrQ3p-0c_OSeHdOtv4MpEi4lGktB5AFyScBYp3d_cvlPeWkrpzqX2pYEZUY9AAy0LN08dpNcebzKUgDuJtFlQAGRs0fmQu7fuFtpY9zW3MaLb9Wdwc0kf91F28KpFAQgs/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuWR8KQV31S6RrQ3p-0c_OSeHdOtv4MpEi4lGktB5AFyScBYp3d_cvlPeWkrpzqX2pYEZUY9AAy0LN08dpNcebzKUgDuJtFlQAGRs0fmQu7fuFtpY9zW3MaLb9Wdwc0kf91F28KpFAQgs/s400/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329778589271621714" border="0" /></a><br />See how I have my arms up her sleeves? That's my telltale sign that I'm tired. But I rallied for the dolphin show, and had enough energy to practice hanging from a bar like I do at Little Gym.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_YOV7h5oGWnzVQu5v2X5UOlCPRChY-9h_2PgeDGk7k0UcROcd9P6gD_ba2_on-xA78hf-ljj0tSk5ebkdudk5CuyX6_h1NMqrg3fTym44EjOE89rbyrLlDYxO-QKznJzlzziCPxkk_5U/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_YOV7h5oGWnzVQu5v2X5UOlCPRChY-9h_2PgeDGk7k0UcROcd9P6gD_ba2_on-xA78hf-ljj0tSk5ebkdudk5CuyX6_h1NMqrg3fTym44EjOE89rbyrLlDYxO-QKznJzlzziCPxkk_5U/s400/DSC02142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329778595123647730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's a video of my return trip. While my reactions the last time largely boiled down to two words — "bubbles" and "fish" — I was much more animated this time around!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgWBTDii7S0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgWBTDii7S0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Next up: a return trip to the Please Touch Museum, so check back tomorrow!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-3052419268625316572009-04-27T12:27:00.002-04:002009-04-27T12:32:08.723-04:00I ♥ Frank & Nic's!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIEy4QZRROhD6xFvh6NLFhKKzBQi3gvH-xcZe7uqmnNKpToKbT_6UOXDfz4E7bjyDRngMDJP386k0n7_7wvq6sTQd_PmbLr5OzT165ibNwRsKy_-bc20VVzBqpZcn8IULzEWYE5hCen04/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIEy4QZRROhD6xFvh6NLFhKKzBQi3gvH-xcZe7uqmnNKpToKbT_6UOXDfz4E7bjyDRngMDJP386k0n7_7wvq6sTQd_PmbLr5OzT165ibNwRsKy_-bc20VVzBqpZcn8IULzEWYE5hCen04/s400/DSC02161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230179951794322" border="0" /></a><br />I had such a busy and fun vacation week with Mom and Dad. There's so much to talk about, so let's start with one of the week's big highlights. We went to Baltimore to visit Uncle Ryan and check out his new restaurant, <a href="http://www.frankandnics.com/">Frank & Nic's West End Grille</a>. The place is terrific! First off, it's just a block away from Camden Yards, so if you're in town for an Orioles game you <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to go there. The decor is gorgeous, especially this cool orange door that closes off the private room (great for parties and corporate gatherings!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVs-hdKiH_jx2W_edlGbVPpnEa4jZWZYc6kY5LjX7z4TbeKhugMazc0cptt7YKpz0XcVKES8ycoMlgqS343oaWJp-9l1sRSg830xM2FFUyw9Mvo-5jJcT0PH8rJxIQ6tCDUjWk9h_KGwWp/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVs-hdKiH_jx2W_edlGbVPpnEa4jZWZYc6kY5LjX7z4TbeKhugMazc0cptt7YKpz0XcVKES8ycoMlgqS343oaWJp-9l1sRSg830xM2FFUyw9Mvo-5jJcT0PH8rJxIQ6tCDUjWk9h_KGwWp/s400/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230188308033650" border="0" /></a><br />And you might be lucky enough to get your drink from yours truly. I'm a bartending pro now that Uncle Ryan gave me some pointers!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3o3MDpkIX9Y9emqEPw9LrZ4DVPHNxdcUSi4fAEL_Vc5OkkBHIC1MNVKyjLEj-9V6HUAorHkBYwZEl4hIW0o4Ibqa0MV-vu9bqRZwhoKPKJmaE0TEvkNHAupgXG_qnTI830EXm955tVT4l/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3o3MDpkIX9Y9emqEPw9LrZ4DVPHNxdcUSi4fAEL_Vc5OkkBHIC1MNVKyjLEj-9V6HUAorHkBYwZEl4hIW0o4Ibqa0MV-vu9bqRZwhoKPKJmaE0TEvkNHAupgXG_qnTI830EXm955tVT4l/s400/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230180485211362" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a tour of the whole place:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mqo4AFwWBLI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mqo4AFwWBLI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And I've left out the best part: the food! You know that I <span style="font-style:italic;">love</span> a good meal, and Frank & Nic's doesn't disappoint, with lots of yummy dishes. Take a look:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrOcLjD0DPA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrOcLjD0DPA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />If you're in Baltimore for any reason, you have to stop by. Tell them Julia the bartender sent you!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-25202628996551915182009-04-23T16:35:00.001-04:002009-04-23T16:35:00.590-04:00Measured response<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69xkudfgdus48bjeVE7DOAMazk8mAqyjvDFNyGsQnWAvbGxJHMOVbGCm-iNOw3gVNgZd58JL07CAwEBfSzlSkRY6Q9Mz3a3xsNhA8mR-nG0MV0oMg8XEobcqVlvXpnId8LyJm2eecu5R2/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69xkudfgdus48bjeVE7DOAMazk8mAqyjvDFNyGsQnWAvbGxJHMOVbGCm-iNOw3gVNgZd58JL07CAwEBfSzlSkRY6Q9Mz3a3xsNhA8mR-nG0MV0oMg8XEobcqVlvXpnId8LyJm2eecu5R2/s400/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725686199656914" border="0" /></a><br />Hi everyone! I've been having such a terrific vacation week with Mom and Dad! There's so much to tell you about—but it's going to have to wait until next week when we're back home. Until then, you'll have to make do with this post. Mom and Dad have been doing so much work around the house lately as they prepare for my baby brother's arrival (and my new bedroom), and I wanted to pitch in. So I got my hands on the tape measure and went to work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUkm64QtexlHbnpcvVSCc227yeGWfyXZY74rvjRvJTIPP4m__jbZuAj5nVkpDklzK5QAn9rpwTQ-vNShuDnaQGN81bGyR78lmL4L9moMx-iYuPrRxyMRyxYLcQz2TjTfKwlISCDHZ_EoK/s1600-h/DSC02122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUkm64QtexlHbnpcvVSCc227yeGWfyXZY74rvjRvJTIPP4m__jbZuAj5nVkpDklzK5QAn9rpwTQ-vNShuDnaQGN81bGyR78lmL4L9moMx-iYuPrRxyMRyxYLcQz2TjTfKwlISCDHZ_EoK/s400/DSC02122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725688364841490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBLHG7TnEe8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBLHG7TnEe8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />So what do you think? Do I have what it takes to become a contractor? Take the weekend to mull it over, and I'll be back on Monday with lots of great photos and videos from my week with Mom and Dad!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126266921055918555.post-61308739593073972132009-04-21T17:04:00.002-04:002009-04-21T17:04:01.589-04:00My fair ladybugs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1wkeeM7M1wR2pIukfbPOsgu9SOaa-tseAFv58u00nb_P5P4TDnS-5Rco6EjztLiH8B92ymAacPvtQw9lfsah85mAPcTEpZFTZoYGGOm_vu9oOJ15F-LCJlrULtWGvyKt_pxyrUCzS7eq/s1600-h/DSC02013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1wkeeM7M1wR2pIukfbPOsgu9SOaa-tseAFv58u00nb_P5P4TDnS-5Rco6EjztLiH8B92ymAacPvtQw9lfsah85mAPcTEpZFTZoYGGOm_vu9oOJ15F-LCJlrULtWGvyKt_pxyrUCzS7eq/s400/DSC02013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424590785885666" border="0" /></a><br />I'm finally getting old enough to do some crafts, and one project I've had my eye on for a few weeks was making ladybugs. They did it on one of the shows I watch every night, The Good Night Show, and Mom had the great idea that we could make them together. So the other week we rolled up our sleeves, got some rocks, and started painting. I enjoyed myself but everytime I got paint on my hands, I made Dad wash them off, as you can see here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-oAPqx6E7RhbmXM2pVsRwd7DyAMK4Lujc_di3bHUn-T6TRcNtwfoDOdd4FBYypD8Wed4S20z5mKPJUZzLb948FYROOBi_0anDgTYc0D-EWIK3vS23qqQtofMBzlJRJecal6-nDwPLSgH/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-oAPqx6E7RhbmXM2pVsRwd7DyAMK4Lujc_di3bHUn-T6TRcNtwfoDOdd4FBYypD8Wed4S20z5mKPJUZzLb948FYROOBi_0anDgTYc0D-EWIK3vS23qqQtofMBzlJRJecal6-nDwPLSgH/s400/DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424594425217634" border="0" /></a><br />I love my ladybugs! Take a look at how we made them<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S28pfbzMA50&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S28pfbzMA50&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I can't wait to see what fun crafts Mom will come up with next for us to do!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486819685843261009noreply@blogger.com