<?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-6123237497373400373</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:14:54.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEVO WORLD</title><subtitle type='html'>Three kids set our world spinning...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-3472178491929137899</id><published>2011-01-01T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:17:01.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311878607763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-Jta55ecI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3ZPInFqpahE/s320/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Christmas Eve - the boys were getting wound up, but did pose for a few pics before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-KggD3tsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PMQj8UhRQEY/s1600/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557312756165097154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-KggD3tsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PMQj8UhRQEY/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paige enjoyed opening gifts and ripping the paper into teeny, tiny shreds.  Then she would put her paper stash in her new car and make a getaway (backwards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-KgY-ujwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wVq_P6vFjzs/s1600/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557312754264477442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-KgY-ujwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wVq_P6vFjzs/s320/DSC01648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan shows off his new crossbow and furry hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-Jth7HYiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PLKVfwdGAh4/s1600/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311880491917858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-Jth7HYiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PLKVfwdGAh4/s320/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin couldn't be more happy with his army camo clothes and his army lego set with 1000 pieces!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557312761419022562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-KgzogQOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LBiSBisEVIM/s320/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For Christmas dessert we made a big top donut cake (and iced it with ganache so it would be extra yummy for the adults).  Paige's new tea service got a lot of use too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-3472178491929137899?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3472178491929137899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=3472178491929137899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3472178491929137899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3472178491929137899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-joy.html' title='Christmas Joy'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TR-Jta55ecI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3ZPInFqpahE/s72-c/DSC01605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1229920235738424097</id><published>2010-10-23T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:00:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Farm</title><content type='html'>Well, I can officially say that our life is crazy with three kiddos, work, home, etc. And, that might just be the reason why I haven't posted anything since Paige turned one in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hall's Pumpkin Farm, just a few blocks from our neighborhood. The boys weren't interested in wearing their costumes, but were keen on the idea of Paige wearing hers. Here are a few shots of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531348146154715954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL1SSROzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Gok50m7tNjk/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Little Lobster, Paige&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL1C0lU1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/VA1fX7aDn10/s1600/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531348142003671890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL1C0lU1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/VA1fX7aDn10/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good Ol' Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL0ys-ghI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XZMRb2ouqUM/s1600/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531348137676800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL0ys-ghI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XZMRb2ouqUM/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL0rlxswI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4XM5iWNCz08/s1600/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531348135767552770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL0rlxswI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4XM5iWNCz08/s320/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grumpy Lobster and Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-1229920235738424097?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1229920235738424097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1229920235738424097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1229920235738424097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1229920235738424097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-farm.html' title='The Pumpkin Farm'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TMNL1SSROzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Gok50m7tNjk/s72-c/DSC01504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-3043026561712112201</id><published>2010-06-12T07:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:17:02.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Cake Footage</title><content type='html'>Attached is our first uploaded video to YouTube.com.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Check it out! &lt;/span&gt;(if you want to see 5 slightly edited minutes of the Wevodau kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBX5YMjogXA&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBX5YMjogXA&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-3043026561712112201?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3043026561712112201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=3043026561712112201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3043026561712112201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3043026561712112201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-cake-footage.html' title='Birthday Cake Footage'/><author><name>Kim</name><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-6123237497373400373.post-21894942073191055</id><published>2010-06-10T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:15:03.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the ripe old age of 1, Paige had blonde hair, green-ish eyes and a strong will.  She pushes bar stools around like they were feathers, she races down the hallways on all fours to catch her brothers, she likes catfood - based solely on taste, eats cheerios, says "more" and "all done" with sign language, and is an all around happy girl, unless she is hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TBGYtC57NiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tA0hzRt_3ss/s1600/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481330121127966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TBGYtC57NiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tA0hzRt_3ss/s320/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;SERIOUS PLANNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481330311767535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TBGY4JF8MVI/AAAAAAAAAac/QXvJEe2uTaA/s320/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481330508847856226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TBGZDnRjOmI/AAAAAAAAAak/FtVuZMpHrYk/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMPLING THE PINK PUPPY CAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-21894942073191055?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/21894942073191055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=21894942073191055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/21894942073191055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/21894942073191055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TBGYtC57NiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tA0hzRt_3ss/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-249603913657478593</id><published>2010-06-06T21:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:52:33.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AUSTIN'S BIG DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TAxcnnPyCiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JII5Lc9zrRU/s1600/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856682222881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TAxcnnPyCiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JII5Lc9zrRU/s400/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin is now a 2nd year Glenhope Gator - otherwise known as a 1st grader. Graduation was a cute little ceremony where they sang "First Grade, First Grade" set to the tune of "New York, New York".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduates all wore men's long sleeve button down white shirts - backwards as their gowns. They paraded around the school and all the other grades sat in the hallways to cheer them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858459675064674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TAxePExZ-WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/55gTM5nGPIw/s320/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-249603913657478593?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/249603913657478593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=249603913657478593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/249603913657478593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/249603913657478593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/TAxcnnPyCiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JII5Lc9zrRU/s72-c/DSC01343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-7143774159410156138</id><published>2010-04-04T14:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:30:19.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs to Dye For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Easter weekend was wonderful. The boys dyed eggs and added some glitter. Austin let me know that he does not want to crack his green one. He wants to keep "him" safe forever! We went camping at Lake Grapevine (the boys and Ed camped, Paige and I returned home late in the evening, after the egg hunt, scooter rides, water battles, grilled fajitas and fresh guacamole, white wine and a sunset. Paige and I made it to church so she could show off her fun, green Easter dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7j0Evhct1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Rpo-Hs5f64o/s1600/EasterWknd+April+2010+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379310872770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7j0Evhct1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Rpo-Hs5f64o/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An Artist At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jz9Njdd4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/74nxyMVoNE0/s1600/EasterWknd+April+2010+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379181495318402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jz9Njdd4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/74nxyMVoNE0/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;"I sort of like eggs; they're just not my favorite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;(looks like lots of chef salads for Mommy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jzznbp9DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6pVHCkVhWBs/s1600/EasterWknd+April+2010+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379016643212338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jzznbp9DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6pVHCkVhWBs/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;The Admiring Observer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jzolokufI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Irfo_mvnJ3M/s1600/EasterWknd+April+2010+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378827181963762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7jzolokufI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Irfo_mvnJ3M/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egg-stra Dry Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379507817460642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7j0QNMuM6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Y-srTwnYxr8/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(20).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egg Hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379678027419986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7j0aHR8EVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OzBACZGNKH8/s320/EasterWknd+April+2010+(21).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Every Bunny Loves Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-7143774159410156138?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7143774159410156138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=7143774159410156138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7143774159410156138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7143774159410156138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/eggs-to-dye-for.html' title='Eggs to Dye For...'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S7j0Evhct1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Rpo-Hs5f64o/s72-c/EasterWknd+April+2010+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-3273173312962122078</id><published>2010-02-18T08:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:21:09.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Last week was the culmination of an unusually cold and wet winter in north Texas. Grapevine got ~8 inches of snow! Ed and the kids got the day off from school and fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439588325708168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S31MwxYyfwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mU6330NsI2g/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Snow Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ed constructed a snow tunnel with fallen branches and packed snow. The boys, including the neighbors enjoyed the tunnel, but really enjoyed destroying it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439940731156436290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S36NRd_CFUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0e4aSdFjVaM/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowy the Snowman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aidan built his snowman and pecan shell eyes, a cool hat and juice from holly berries to make the mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439940934316184418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S36NdS0F02I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ngUmPKpJLko/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;A Work of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin's snowman required Mommy's hat and scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439941459959908386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S36N74_UiCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mAJjD_kVxJg/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-3273173312962122078?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3273173312962122078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=3273173312962122078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3273173312962122078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3273173312962122078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S31MwxYyfwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mU6330NsI2g/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2655563540524170462</id><published>2010-01-24T13:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:35:02.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin is 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S1yfApjwhdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LcJARXeR7Pg/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430390084206626258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S1yfApjwhdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LcJARXeR7Pg/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow - time is flying by. Our little Ausitn turned 6. He wanted a "war" party at the house. If it had been warmer weather we would have played capture the flag in the yard, but seeing as it is actually January, it was necessary to stay in side. This year Austin was willing to invite girls (although we didn't). He said since it was a war party they could just watch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430389880234110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S1ye0xs67LI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ikjGvNd_Pcg/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 10 boys got decked out in camo (except for Austin who always seems to change his mind on the day of).  We painted their faces, handed out dog tags and tatoos and sent them on their way to basic training with Ed.  They enjoed the jungle crawl through the hallway and just ranning around, playing war and doing some nerf gun target practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430390288945677634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S1yfMkRWhUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hZAbDuHS4cA/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ed tried to get the boys to work on some "first aid" training.  He had one of our friends posing as an injured soldier.  When he asked the boys what they should do (hoping they would shout something like "Get the Medic"), he got responses like - "Take over command" and "Kill him".  Alas, none of these lads are likely to be medics.&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/6123237497373400373-2655563540524170462?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2655563540524170462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2655563540524170462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2655563540524170462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2655563540524170462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/austin-is-6.html' title='Austin is 6'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/S1yfApjwhdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LcJARXeR7Pg/s72-c/DSC01011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-5062023322596226907</id><published>2009-12-31T16:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:53:05.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0qLqr25xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WJkI68udh4k/s1600-h/IMG_3740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421535906349115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0qLqr25xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WJkI68udh4k/s320/IMG_3740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MAKING COOKIES FOR SANTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421534851514789458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0pORHwblI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r49hdbnYRWk/s400/ChristmasEve+Trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0pORHwblI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r49hdbnYRWk/s1600-h/ChristmasEve+Trio.jpg"&gt;PLEASE COME VISIT OUR HOUSE SANTA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0p2vtv8eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8K6c9b4B7B4/s1600-h/IMG_3792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421535546921972194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0p2vtv8eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8K6c9b4B7B4/s320/IMG_3792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS WAS DADDY'S IDEA - I AM NOT A BUCKETHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0pkUZKynI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kWr4763LtDc/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421535230350248562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0pkUZKynI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kWr4763LtDc/s320/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FIRST WHITE CHRISTMAS IN NORTH TX SINCE 1926!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6123237497373400373-5062023322596226907?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5062023322596226907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=5062023322596226907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5062023322596226907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5062023322596226907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='A White Christmas'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sz0qLqr25xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WJkI68udh4k/s72-c/IMG_3740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2345617218283485083</id><published>2009-11-02T08:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:43:02.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallow's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7uveGmsvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3Skccj89Wbk/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399515502565831410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7uveGmsvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3Skccj89Wbk/s200/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Happy Halloween was had by all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a little neighborhood gathering prior to trick or treating. The weather was fantastic - just a cool fall evening. All the boys enjoyed playing, but little Madison (a neighbor in Austin's kindergarten class could not be convinced to join the photo with all the rowdy boys).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan was a sargent in full camo. Austin was going to be a bat (and was earlier in the week), but his game day decision was Boba Fett. Paige was a pumpkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had a lot of fun trick or treating with friends. Aidan lagged a bit behind the group as he was interested in looking at every piece of candy as it was acquired and he also followed directions and did not run across any lawns, but instead used the sometimes winding sidewalks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite haunts in the neighborhood are the stiltman's house and the house with the haunted castle blow-up that you have to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tPVIQdWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FI3Cn_zK-NQ/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399513850889401698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tPVIQdWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FI3Cn_zK-NQ/s200/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tErIxuGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vjcXygGlRn4/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399513667818600546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tErIxuGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vjcXygGlRn4/s200/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7sTDU12QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iJzRu8PBoFs/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399512815318194434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7sTDU12QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iJzRu8PBoFs/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399514016306244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tY9WtKqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VCKIy1pwVyA/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Out of all the candy, Aidan said the mint (a red &amp;amp; white dinner mint) was his favorite.  Of course, that turned into drama when 10 minutes later his brother ate it and there was only one!  Austin's favorite is the lollipop, followed closely by Hershey's chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399514097631744914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7tdsUN05I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Zx4sKnfS7pI/s320/pumpkin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2345617218283485083?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2345617218283485083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2345617218283485083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2345617218283485083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2345617218283485083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallow&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Su7uveGmsvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3Skccj89Wbk/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-4361696929812650516</id><published>2009-10-30T05:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:24:56.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq7Jma69CI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vog9CEF0YvQ/s1600-h/Paige+in+the+Pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398332876963640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq7Jma69CI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vog9CEF0YvQ/s400/Paige+in+the+Pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little pumpkin enjoyed her first trip to the local pumpkin patch at Halls' Farm. The boys picked out pumpkins, traversed the corn maze with Grandpa and climbed up the slide over and over again. The pumpkin patch has grown in popularity over the last few years and this year their parking area was full and on many evenings, there was traffic getting in and out. I would guess there were 200-300 folks there at any given time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq-omcfzTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B_FH8aGv3oI/s1600-h/IMG00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398336708081077554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq-omcfzTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B_FH8aGv3oI/s200/IMG00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq-wGG_3cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/H8vX7cKgAlU/s1600-h/IMG00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398336836839923138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq-wGG_3cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/H8vX7cKgAlU/s200/IMG00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige had her first tooth pop through this week and the one next to it is just below the surface as well. She is trying out her Johnny Jump Up this week. She is interested, but also seems to have scared herself by moving around too much. I think she will really like it ultimately since she enjoys standing on laps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-4361696929812650516?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4361696929812650516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=4361696929812650516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4361696929812650516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4361696929812650516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-pumpkin.html' title='Little Pumpkin'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Suq7Jma69CI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vog9CEF0YvQ/s72-c/Paige+in+the+Pumpkins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-4393830135927134895</id><published>2009-10-12T12:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:05:45.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warriors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or at least that was the plan. We had so many activities planned, but one by one, they fell off the list. Had to reschedule vet visit because Ricardo was too upset, no baseball due to saturated fields, no hockey skating lessons due to a figure skating competition and the list went on. Instead, the kids spent most of their time playing with friends, we had a couple nice dinners at the house with friends and family and we got a few tasks done around the house, including breaking out the indoor and outdoor halloween decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391772486278897154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/StNsgmpg3gI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zmEiJUihV-I/s320/A%26Dad+watching+Bball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aidan &amp;amp; Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ed and Aidan got to watch some playoff baseball. This was the last game in the metrodome, as the Yankees beat the Twins for the third and final game of the series. Go Yankees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391773478556014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/StNtaXK0FoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iD_DDpIjupI/s320/Aus+%26+Clifford.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Austin, Clifford &amp;amp; Jack-o-lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Austin worked with me on completing his Clifford the Big Red Dog - costume decorating. Austin decided to make Clifford a vampire - but what he really meant was "Frankenstein". We have an inflatable Frankenstein in our front yard that Austin has come to love (after overcoming a natural fear of large blow-up yard art).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391774419494487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/StNuRIcBxGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EvOP9U6U11g/s320/Paige+in+Carrier.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Warning - cute kid here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And Paige, she just enjoyed the cool fall weather and car trips to church, the car dealership and Lowe's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-4393830135927134895?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4393830135927134895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=4393830135927134895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4393830135927134895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4393830135927134895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-warriors.html' title='Weekend Warriors'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/StNsgmpg3gI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zmEiJUihV-I/s72-c/A%26Dad+watching+Bball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-5301170985335409579</id><published>2009-09-27T17:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:47:33.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige at 3 months</title><content type='html'>Paige likes her fingers and thumbs.  She has discovered her hands and enjoys interlocking them and looking at them or just sucking on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_qlPkHj9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uP8L-XzPQNU/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386281604912484306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_qlPkHj9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uP8L-XzPQNU/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is grabbing at things.  Here she grabbeb a ring in her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_qNQVvbZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/T9hBO8clqyE/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386281192803757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_qNQVvbZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/T9hBO8clqyE/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige doesn't particularly like tummy time yet, but she is staring to raise her head when placed on her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_p-ambRlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TBrCntuMnOg/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386280937860056658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_p-ambRlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TBrCntuMnOg/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_puJ_1byI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3EOrwb9FOBA/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-5301170985335409579?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5301170985335409579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=5301170985335409579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5301170985335409579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5301170985335409579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/paige-at-3-months.html' title='Paige at 3 months'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sr_qlPkHj9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uP8L-XzPQNU/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6185684998067768552</id><published>2009-08-27T16:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:38:55.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Austin is a Kindergartener. His teacher is Mrs. Gray (who also taught Aidan). I met with his teacher after his individual assessment and she started by saying that Austin was reluctant to talk with her. I said he was reluctant to talk with me too - because we are girls! Austin will warm up to kindergarten. In fact, now he is counting down the days until he gets to stay in class a full day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374760018638357090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Spb7wp_pQmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Oeqk_f9CNMQ/s400/endAugust2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan is in 2nd grade. He is very independent, however he doesn't want to make a mistake. He headed off to his classroom by himself but a few minutes later was tapping me saying all the doors were closed and he couldn't find his room. He got distracted by the utility closet and adult bathroom doors - his room door was in fact open and he had friends calling him to sit next to them when he walked in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374761000418531362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Spb8pzaR2CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WFCDUvX0Fh4/s400/endAugust2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6185684998067768552?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6185684998067768552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6185684998067768552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6185684998067768552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6185684998067768552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First Day of School 2009'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Spb7wp_pQmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Oeqk_f9CNMQ/s72-c/endAugust2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2741596028722446759</id><published>2009-08-04T15:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:13:13.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Janes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SnihlXJ4AtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TX-6KrNgGcI/s1600-h/July+2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366216619254612690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SnihlXJ4AtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TX-6KrNgGcI/s320/July+2009+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy said that Grammy just loves the mary jane shoes.   And since we got a whole stash of mary jane looking socks from my cousin, Nevie, I had to get dressed up to show them off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217142536683810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SniiD0iCwSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9nqAgXl5jbE/s320/July+2009+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hi, Grammy.  Hope you like my shoes, I mean socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217344531679938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SniiPlBZysI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AoLiq0FmU6Y/s320/July+2009+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, hello Mother, can a girl get a little help here?  I've fallen and I can't get up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2741596028722446759?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2741596028722446759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2741596028722446759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2741596028722446759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2741596028722446759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/mary-janes.html' title='Mary Janes'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SnihlXJ4AtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TX-6KrNgGcI/s72-c/July+2009+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1277108837324005774</id><published>2009-06-23T06:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:16:41.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World War II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The armies of World War II are marching across our living room floor. There are Lincoln Log forts being pummeled by tanks and machine guns and rocks from catapults. It took quite some time (nice quite time, I might add) to set up all the forts, flags and men. Austin was the USA and Aidan was Germany. Of course, now that Aidan has discovered that Germany lost and the Allies won, he wants a different flag - Britain's will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350494104858821858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkDGCkzuhOI/AAAAAAAAATw/ftxTN9Ta6TM/s320/Fathers+Day+Weekend+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the battle began, then World War III also broke out as Austin didn't have the right tank and he wasn't allowed to just drive over Aidan's troops.  Austin eventually quit playing so Aidan knocked down Austin's old fort which created more drama. The suggestion that they both be on the same team sounded good, but in reality was impossible for them to execute as then there was no one to manage the enemy troops and they couldn't agree on tactics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350494265937340818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkDGL831qZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rVlyExfkEUA/s320/Fathers+Day+Weekend+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan had lots of questions, including do they start a war by saying "ready, set, go".  The most amusing question was, "Do the soldiers in wars get a lunch break?" I explained that they used to long long ago, but now there are surprise attacks that could happen over lunch time. Aidan responded with the quote of the day, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't want to be a soldier if I might get killed while eating my lunch. Lunch is one of my most favorite things."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naturally, there were follow-up questions like, do they get to pick what they eat for lunch and do they get dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350494432439347394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkDGVpJAqMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/L_pPvVCGEYs/s320/Fathers+Day+Weekend+027.jpg" border="0" /&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/6123237497373400373-1277108837324005774?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1277108837324005774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1277108837324005774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1277108837324005774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1277108837324005774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-war-ii.html' title='World War II'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkDGCkzuhOI/AAAAAAAAATw/ftxTN9Ta6TM/s72-c/Fathers+Day+Weekend+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2983388902784589633</id><published>2009-06-22T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:44:22.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkAjikx4gxI/AAAAAAAAATo/HdIUwleK8uU/s1600-h/Fathers+Day+Weekend+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350315434211574546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkAjikx4gxI/AAAAAAAAATo/HdIUwleK8uU/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad and the Wevodau Trio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This was Paige's first Father's Day celebration.  It was filled with swimming, video gaming, bocci ball playing, and a little Wii action at the Grandparents abode.  And for Paige, eating, sleeping, crying, diaper changing, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2983388902784589633?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2983388902784589633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2983388902784589633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2983388902784589633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2983388902784589633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SkAjikx4gxI/AAAAAAAAATo/HdIUwleK8uU/s72-c/Fathers+Day+Weekend+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8967811383024114360</id><published>2009-06-18T18:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:25:29.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811458821037074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjrLrr2RHBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nTRJW8oIXyk/s320/Paige+at+Home+wk+2+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Austin's thinking, "Well, I guess she's here to stay"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin continues to show a growing interest in his little sister. Today I asked if he could give Paige her pacifier. He clarified that I meant the "little, green thingy". Then he asked if I could show him how. So today was Austin's lesson in pacifier insertion. Then he wanted to watch Paige get her bath. He seemed a little jealous that she got to take a bath in a whale shaped tub and in the kitchen sink and then he lost interest and went outside to climb on our mailbox to wait for his friend to pick him up for VBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348810900458680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjrLLLyTsEI/AAAAAAAAATI/yzG_ltANl5s/s320/Paige+at+Home+wk+2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811083894100194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjrLV3IuEOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RUyIHeFw-DQ/s320/Paige+at+Home+wk+2+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811276446607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjrLhEc0J9I/AAAAAAAAATY/78Q-npBOwac/s320/Paige+at+Home+wk+2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8967811383024114360?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8967811383024114360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8967811383024114360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8967811383024114360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8967811383024114360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-home.html' title='At Home'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjrLrr2RHBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nTRJW8oIXyk/s72-c/Paige+at+Home+wk+2+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2390365408101463478</id><published>2009-06-12T08:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:06:24.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJgWti7L8I/AAAAAAAAATA/nFhS7X_gMxM/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJgWti7L8I/AAAAAAAAATA/nFhS7X_gMxM/s400/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441650941669314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJgL7H_ltI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PR83qpoDeyk/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJgL7H_ltI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PR83qpoDeyk/s400/DSC00319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441465608246994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJfyvh12oI/AAAAAAAAASw/nnehBwDfggs/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJfyvh12oI/AAAAAAAAASw/nnehBwDfggs/s400/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441032998705794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJfnHXc1pI/AAAAAAAAASo/uSerLkv6PN4/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJfnHXc1pI/AAAAAAAAASo/uSerLkv6PN4/s400/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346440833239144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige Golden has had more pictures taken of her in three days than her parents have had taken in their entire lives. But true beauty draws attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2390365408101463478?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2390365408101463478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2390365408101463478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2390365408101463478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2390365408101463478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjJgWti7L8I/AAAAAAAAATA/nFhS7X_gMxM/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-9122394584853105606</id><published>2009-06-11T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:22:25.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjES6aNQIpI/AAAAAAAAASg/ajx2XgWgG5w/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjES6aNQIpI/AAAAAAAAASg/ajx2XgWgG5w/s400/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346075027342107282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjESbhxDnhI/AAAAAAAAASY/_P_mcFy8jLU/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjESbhxDnhI/AAAAAAAAASY/_P_mcFy8jLU/s400/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346074496795385362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably thought life would be easy eating and sleeping all day. It's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-9122394584853105606?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9122394584853105606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=9122394584853105606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/9122394584853105606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/9122394584853105606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/agony-of-life.html' title='The Agony of Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SjES6aNQIpI/AAAAAAAAASg/ajx2XgWgG5w/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8086388880470843981</id><published>2009-06-09T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:11:11.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si8kP_IJNpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TbKPtHiOoTM/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si8kP_IJNpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TbKPtHiOoTM/s400/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345531139774297746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si8kBxtbyCI/AAAAAAAAASI/-dFfPkUWZXM/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si8kBxtbyCI/AAAAAAAAASI/-dFfPkUWZXM/s400/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345530895654438946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige Golden Wevodau was born at 12:19 P.M., Tuesday, June 9, 2009. She weighed in at 8 pounds, 11 ounces. Length: 20 inches. She stayed wide awake for nearly six full hours after her birth before deciding to take a long nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8086388880470843981?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8086388880470843981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8086388880470843981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8086388880470843981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8086388880470843981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-baby.html' title='Our New Baby'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si8kP_IJNpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TbKPtHiOoTM/s72-c/DSC00224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-981296778592743907</id><published>2009-06-09T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:36:11.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winning Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aidan played for the Orioles in the 7 and under coach pitch baseball this spring. His team went undefeated in the regular season at 13-0-1 and then won 3 games in the post-season tourny to take home that trophy too. He may never have so much fun again, but for now it has inspired him to want to play baseball in the fall too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345320232009106466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5kbiechCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Fac0-IIS-xI/s320/Aidan%27s+Winning+Season.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;With Coach Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345320361616434802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5kjFTPZnI/AAAAAAAAASA/9TL2S0C1HKA/s320/WinningSeason2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;The Winning Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-981296778592743907?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/981296778592743907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=981296778592743907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/981296778592743907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/981296778592743907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/winning-season.html' title='The Winning Season'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5kbiechCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Fac0-IIS-xI/s72-c/Aidan%27s+Winning+Season.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-3458594636551247249</id><published>2009-06-09T08:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:24:36.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin's Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another phase of Austin's life has come to a conclusion. From 3 months to 5 years he has attended Primrose School at Hall-Johnson in Grapevine. On May 29th, he graduated from Pre-Kindergarten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345316570725175794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5hGbIVUfI/AAAAAAAAARg/hFxGdL3R7BE/s320/Preschool+Grad+etc+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really? Do you have to take my picture, Mommy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317397703476962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5h2j3UxuI/AAAAAAAAARo/KIArFi0LXZw/s320/Preschool+Grad+etc+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;This is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317635024153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5iEX8-6dI/AAAAAAAAARw/6Jv3w-bQ-cg/s320/Preschool+Grad+etc+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;When you make me wear a tie, this is the smile you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-3458594636551247249?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3458594636551247249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=3458594636551247249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3458594636551247249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3458594636551247249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/austins-preschool-graduation.html' title='Austin&apos;s Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Si5hGbIVUfI/AAAAAAAAARg/hFxGdL3R7BE/s72-c/Preschool+Grad+etc+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6553248239222170440</id><published>2009-05-16T08:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:16:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aidan was a little sick early in the week, and was greatly concerned about missing Friday's Field Day at school. He made a quick recovery and was well rested for the big day of "Gator Games". The 1st grade classes competed against each other. The games were very creative and the kids had a blast. Aidan's favorite was the age old classic - Tug of War. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409226229164386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sg676vGBqWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GAqxPw8C9Jc/s320/FieldDay09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;RODEO - bouncing around the course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409420242315986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sg68GB2XatI/AAAAAAAAARY/WY8DndYkv4U/s320/FieldDay09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;TUG OF WAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6553248239222170440?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6553248239222170440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6553248239222170440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6553248239222170440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6553248239222170440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-day.html' title='Field Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sg676vGBqWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GAqxPw8C9Jc/s72-c/FieldDay09+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6449245425901785739</id><published>2009-05-01T12:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:37:12.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay... it wasn't my intention to wait 2 months between postings, but alas it is what it is. Most of my excuse is that I missplaced my camera, but my husband found it after a deep cleaning of the family van! It was in a seat back pocket and once he found it I did remember putting it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The boys are two months into their t-ball and baseball season. Austin is certainly having fun playing t-ball, if for no other reason than the snacks. He plays on the Rivercats. Funny thing is, Aidan's first team was the Riverdogs. So I guess I can truly say at times that our kids fight like cats and dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917901592898354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sfs5lks3KzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fXcm-bDJZHA/s320/Mar09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Austin wacks the ball AND the tee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917996442600146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sfs5rGCywtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ueg52PFzke0/s320/AustinRunningHome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Focus! (photo by Aidan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan plays for the Orioles and has recently enjoyed a promotion to the infield, playing pitcher or the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hot corner, when not in right field backing up virtually all throws to first base (which he is quite good at).  Aidan plays coach-pitch&lt;/span&gt; and usually goes 3-4 or 4-5 each game.  His team is doing very well and is in trophy contention with 10 games played, 4 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330938879616398162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SftMqp7as1I/AAAAAAAAARA/eu1Jm0706kc/s320/Mar09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Shifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330939211011071778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SftM98eEHyI/AAAAAAAAARI/bpc3vX0s-a0/s320/Mar09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Getting ready to slap one down the thirdbase line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Funny story... Since Aidan is on the Orioles, we watched a little bit of a game on TV with the Rangers and Orioles.  Aidan asked if it was a cardinal on the Orioles hat!  Nope, it's an Oriole - a black and orange bird.  It wasn't 10 seconds later when Austin asked if it was a cardinal on their hat... Nope, it's an Oriole.  Aside from the fact that our boys obviously only know the name of one bird, what I find particularly amusing is that Aidan has an Oriole on his team hat and never asked what it was prior to seeing the big leaguers with the same hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6449245425901785739?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6449245425901785739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6449245425901785739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6449245425901785739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6449245425901785739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-play-ball.html' title='Let&apos;s Play Ball'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Sfs5lks3KzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fXcm-bDJZHA/s72-c/Mar09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8314205233663160161</id><published>2009-02-28T13:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:37:45.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every time we have a balloon in the house (with the helium no longer effective), the boys play "Balleyball" (know more commonly around the world as volleyball). Today is no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is one of the last remaining sports they are allowed to allowed in our living room - baseball, football and hockey have been banned. Marbles is still acceptable too, as is evidenced by the masking taped circle in the middle of the carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307930082354819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SamOSYtec5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/qYYAtiXMZns/s400/Feb09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;TAKE THAT, MY ENEMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is Austin, in his favorite yellow blanket tied on as a cape so he could be a super Canadian Balleyball player.   Also, he refused to put on any clothes, even though he was cold - so his blanket was keeping him warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933422999815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SamRU1lTxUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FVSw6shTc1M/s400/Feb09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'VE GOT IT - BUT I CAN'T TOUCH THE INVISIBLE NET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aidan was playing as Germany since he was wearing red and black (two colors in the German flag).  He likes his new shorts because they are shiny and long - although he really didn't need to wear shorts today since it is only 40 degrees out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8314205233663160161?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8314205233663160161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8314205233663160161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8314205233663160161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8314205233663160161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/balleyball.html' title='Balleyball'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SamOSYtec5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/qYYAtiXMZns/s72-c/Feb09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-479413192173494335</id><published>2009-02-21T06:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:33:19.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SaAB2WFWzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iViqY_V5SMQ/s1600-h/Jan09+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305242394195054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SaAB2WFWzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iViqY_V5SMQ/s400/Jan09+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this takes us back to January 9th, 2009, but better late than never someone once said (and in our lives that seems to be a mantra). Austin chose Chuck E. Cheese as the venue for the festivities. He also only wanted to invite boys to his party (by Mommy was just barely allowed).  We made army cup cakes and Austin insisted that we have birthday hats, because "We can't have a party without party hats, Mommy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-479413192173494335?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/479413192173494335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=479413192173494335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/479413192173494335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/479413192173494335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/austins-5th-birthday.html' title='Austin&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SaAB2WFWzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iViqY_V5SMQ/s72-c/Jan09+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1603712772935278787</id><published>2008-12-26T14:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:28:33.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVJ4vQZIgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hTHaYOU2YOc/s1600-h/Christmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284210976895869442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVJ4vQZIgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hTHaYOU2YOc/s320/Christmas+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparing for Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas Eve was filled with excitement. At the church service, Austin sang with his choir and Aidan wanted to know when he could have Easter bread again (what he calls the communion bread). After church, Ed and the boys made cookies - halloween sugar cookies, from a pack they never made in October! Austin wanted to leave 16 cookies for Santa, and the boys ate the rest. We let them open gifts from Aunt Kathleen and Uncle Kirk - which resulted in Austin wearing a hockey jersey over his Christmas pjs and Aidan hanging a race car parking sign over his bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284211714478732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVKjq92djI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Bl0tMnGt0io/s320/Christmas+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got you in my sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christmas morning started at ~6:15am. I heard the boys in the living room, discovering the gifts and then assigning wake up duties - Austin had Mommy and Daddy while Aidan had GG and Poppa Sid. Austin was like Paul Revere delivering his message "Santa was here! Santa was here!" at the top of his lungs. Then we all met in the living room for hours of gift unwrapping and toy assembly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284211282163223010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVKKgdzSeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lVEL7u_iSWk/s320/Christmas+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of Aidan's favorites are the AI Tech racetrack, a light blue Chargers Jersey and Wall-e the video game. Some of Austin's favorites are his army fatigues and gun, his police helmet and pixos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284212145873419506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVK8yCW_PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zR3GSMAeW5Q/s320/Christmas+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reindeer Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great day eating and playing. Oh, and Austin learned a new song (to the tune of London Bridges) and it went like this "Underpants are falling down falling down falling down..." and every time he sang it he laughed and laughed and laughed. And in addition to his performance making us laugh, his pants were falling down and we could see his underpants!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-1603712772935278787?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1603712772935278787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1603712772935278787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1603712772935278787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1603712772935278787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SVVJ4vQZIgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hTHaYOU2YOc/s72-c/Christmas+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6551879194469212264</id><published>2008-11-05T17:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:51:08.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well the grand holiday of masks and jack-o-lanterns is behind us. The boys had a fantastic time and Aidan whined all day Saturday that he wished it could be halloween again! We started the festivities with a block party on our street. The kids ran around playing hide and seek, street hockey, etc. and only occassionally came over to ask when we could go trick or treating. The parents served up mummy dogs, mac &amp;amp; cheese, pizza bagels and strawberries - definitely this year the pizza bagels and the strawberries won out. The parents were happy eating the mummy dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Austin was a Skeleton Pirate (instead of the planned gladiator).  His pre-k class made these for a parade earlier in the day and he didn't want to take it off, not even for a helmet and sword!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aidan was a Star Wars Clone Trooper (new in the animated series), but to those old schoolers among us, it looks remarkably like a Storm Trooper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323592462446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SRIv6RQ1L2I/AAAAAAAAALs/mt7bs4dolqQ/s320/Halloween+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Austin &amp;amp; the nightly street hockey event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323807514320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SRIwGyZMX1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/iwuOtvsn6MQ/s320/Halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Aidan, again playing street hockey (as the sun sets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323425046762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SRIvwhl0lTI/AAAAAAAAALk/b5X-O0WyvHI/s400/Halloween+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat your veggies boys, grow big and tall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6551879194469212264?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6551879194469212264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6551879194469212264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6551879194469212264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6551879194469212264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SRIv6RQ1L2I/AAAAAAAAALs/mt7bs4dolqQ/s72-c/Halloween+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2033499290554481308</id><published>2008-10-27T22:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:58:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys in Tuxedos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaMzxxF0VI/AAAAAAAAALc/9-tscm17dpM/s1600-h/Aidan+Shows+Off.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaMIec2VLI/AAAAAAAAALU/4aliR6-hRHA/s1600-h/Oct2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047291869910194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaMIec2VLI/AAAAAAAAALU/4aliR6-hRHA/s320/Oct2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaL_OzZvxI/AAAAAAAAALM/8xGTU0dWl68/s1600-h/Oct2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047133050715922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaL_OzZvxI/AAAAAAAAALM/8xGTU0dWl68/s320/Oct2008+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047000156988594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaL3fvEZLI/AAAAAAAAALE/6ANB-fTTn1Y/s320/Austin+Practicing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Practicing where to stand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaLxxQUCPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/D8fq3U53484/s1600-h/Aidan+Shows+Off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262046901780613362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaLxxQUCPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/D8fq3U53484/s320/Aidan+Shows+Off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting to Perform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend the Wevodau boys were in our friends' wedding (Mark &amp;amp; Tambi's). Aidan &amp;amp; Austin served as ring bearers and Ed was a groomsman. Austin caused a few snickers as he walked down the aisle with his shoulders hunched over, the pillow at his knees - as if the pillow weighed 20 lbs!  The wedding was fantastic and fun - even the boys enjoyed the reception with all the toys Tambi had at the kid's table.  And Austin did manage to wear his bow tie even though he didn't want to since "bows are for girls".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2033499290554481308?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2033499290554481308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2033499290554481308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2033499290554481308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2033499290554481308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-in-tuxedos.html' title='Boys in Tuxedos'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaMIec2VLI/AAAAAAAAALU/4aliR6-hRHA/s72-c/Oct2008+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-77119055141636789</id><published>2008-10-27T22:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:46:07.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaKhCQFY8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6kEIoeKlr4/s1600-h/DSCN2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045514773652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaKhCQFY8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6kEIoeKlr4/s320/DSCN2725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops – it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September that is. We didn’t miss it, we just missed you. It was a busy month as we got into the routine of school and extra-curricular activities again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is learning to ice skate, play the piano and has joined tiger cubs. Aidan and I were talking the other day on our way to school. He had to think of a 4-line story that morning (as he does every morning) because they apparently write a story every morning in 1st grade. I asked if he wanted to write about skating. He thought about it and then as an aside mentioned that he was glad he didn’t have to wear his bike helmet to skating lessons anymore (Ed required it at the first lesson but after seeing no one else wearing one, Ed decided we had gone a little overboard.) Aidan did then mention that he would like to have a helmet for his bottom. So I asked if he would write about that. He declined but offered it up to me as a story option if I go back to 1st grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045649966303618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaKo54hiYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EDQW4RpemT0/s320/DSCN2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is playing soccer and really seems to enjoy it. He is a natural midfielder, using his speed to score or to cut down the angle while defending against the other team (see him in the red and black shoes below). He is a bit bashful with the parents &amp;amp; coach, but easily loses that trait when he is on the field. Austin is getting accustomed to pre-K. He likes math and coloring – but especially using scissors and glue. While he does wish every day was Saturday, he doesn’t want to miss Fridays at school as he can choose his own outfit (instead of the uniform) and he takes things in for show and tell. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045251518577938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaKRtjLvRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/usP286jRfP8/s320/DSCN2706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-77119055141636789?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/77119055141636789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=77119055141636789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/77119055141636789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/77119055141636789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-update.html' title='September Update'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SQaKhCQFY8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6kEIoeKlr4/s72-c/DSCN2725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-3111799199071488623</id><published>2008-08-25T17:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:21:47.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we officially have a pre-kindergartener and a 1st grader. Austin and Daddy headed off to Primrose and Colleyville-Heritage after a fruit smoothie and a little bit of cinnamon toast (with no crust). Austin was sporting his required uniform and Daddy was sporting a tie. Aidan and Mommy headed off after the same fruit smoothie and some apple jacks cereal. Aidan picked out his American flag t-shirt to wear (he is really into the flag with the last few weeks of Olympic games) and we packed his lunch with Spongebob mac &amp;amp; cheese, a granola bar and doritos. Then we headed off to school on our tag-along bike, both wearing backpacks to carry all of Aidan's required school supplies. And for anyone who hasn't heard me whine about it - next year I will not miss the opportunity to pre-order Aidan's supplies through the school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238582894098711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SLMvYxExBXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nBxCmlqRl80/s320/DSCN2695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice Pic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238583127259400866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SLMvmVqmyqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/d6TulLuJH9U/s400/DSCN2696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(moments before this they didn't even want to touch each other for the picture)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238583276814095874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SLMvvCzOVgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QpMu6NEqVcw/s320/DSCN2697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Silly Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;(followed by the question from Austin, "Mommy, did you see my tongue?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-3111799199071488623?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3111799199071488623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=3111799199071488623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3111799199071488623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/3111799199071488623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-starts.html' title='School Starts'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SLMvYxExBXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nBxCmlqRl80/s72-c/DSCN2695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-464106254951256506</id><published>2008-08-04T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:22:43.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that could have been</title><content type='html'>Well, my camera spent the weekend in my desk drawer at work, so no pics this weekend.  But, if I had had the camera, this is likely what you would be seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family shots in the pool with Mom &amp;amp; Austin graciously losing to Aidan &amp;amp; Daddy in the soon to be Olympic sport of water basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aidan watering the potted plants around the pool in his birthday suit.  (Let me explain - the boys take off their suits before heading inside to avoid wet slippery floors.  After Aidan exited the pool and took a quick clean off shower at our outdoor shower, Ed asked if he would water the plants - and he did, after he took off his suit).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snacks to share at the pot luck at the first night of Vacation Bible School - Austin made "strawberry sticks" which consisted of strawberries, big marshmallows and 1" squares of rice krispy treats threaded in a pattern onto a wooden skewer.  Aidan and Austin made Krabby Patty Cookies which consisted of 2 Nilla wafers for the bun, 1 thin mint/grasshopper cookie for the patty and green, red and yellow icing for the lettuce and condiments.  These were all big hits at the pot luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time I will have to have my camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-464106254951256506?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/464106254951256506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=464106254951256506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/464106254951256506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/464106254951256506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-that-could-have-been.html' title='Pictures that could have been'/><author><name>Kim</name><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-6123237497373400373.post-1733587817361643144</id><published>2008-07-29T17:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:50:19.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOYS ARE BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a 5+ week visit in Mechanicsburg, PA and all surrounding friends and relatives, Ed and the boys have returned home! They did everything - camping, pinebox derbies, visiting the Crayola factory, attending dino camp, going to the Baltimore aquarium, storytime at the library, learning to play video games, seeing wild animals and riding bikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met up with the boys in Arkansas this weekend. We spent a day in and around Hot Springs, visiting a science museum, an aligator farm and a state park on beautiful Ouachita Lake. Notably, at the science museum the entire family attempted to crawl through a "mine exhibit". It was very dark and somewhat tight (at least for adults). Aidan lead the way and I apparently didn't follow closely enough. About 1/2 way through, Aidan took a right and I didn't see it/couldn't see him and took a left. Now according to Ed, "anyone who could read" would have known not to turn to the left as it was marked as an exit. In my defense, it was dark, I saw an arrow and followed it... At any rate, Aidan got separated from us due to my wrong turn. This is really the first time he has gotten lost (although let me clarify that we knew exactly where he was and could hear him, but he was scared). I crawled back in one of the early exit slides (opposite the flow of traffic) to try to relocate Aidan. While climbing up some purple netting, with my foot going through it on every other step, Ed shouted that Aidan was back outside the mine with him. Eventually, I also made it out and we were reunited as a family. I only relate this story as it seems to have been a very traumatic event for Aidan. He insisted on talking about it &lt;u&gt;and only it&lt;/u&gt; for 2+ hours after the incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228564852777959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SI-YCA7sP4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NREnzmj8UFQ/s320/DSCN2667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Silly with Cousins Marvin &amp;amp; Kayla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-1733587817361643144?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1733587817361643144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1733587817361643144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1733587817361643144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1733587817361643144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/boys-are-back.html' title='THE BOYS ARE BACK!'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SI-YCA7sP4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NREnzmj8UFQ/s72-c/DSCN2667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-5744685948206018235</id><published>2008-06-14T08:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:58:44.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapevine becomes Hockeytown</title><content type='html'>After seeing a hockey game this spring and watching virtually all the NHL playoffs, the boys wanted to try hockey.  Our local rink offered a free program where they loan you all the hockey equipment and let the kids out on the ice 4 nights. Our boys had great fun just putting on the equipment! And while getting all that stuff on takes time, it takes far less time than it did in my day because the skates have buckles instead of laces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733332303128162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SFPL2k_9pmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dJfa_7F-mmc/s320/DSCN2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladiator #1 (Austin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733420059019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SFPL7r6mSeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Nm5yenKWX88/s320/DSCN2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladiator #2 (Aidan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At their first outing Aidan got out on the ice with a chair to hold on to and push around. Austin on the other hand refused to even get out on the ice.  Ed spent 45 minutes trying to coax him, but to avail.  By week two, Austin was excited about getting on the ice - we plopped him out there with his chair and his little legs were going 90 mph - only he wasn't moving. His skates were going back and forth on the ice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lickity&lt;/span&gt; split, but since he wasn't pushing off to the sides, he was "skating in place". Aidan got out on the ice and used his chair half the time and ventured out on his own the rest of the time. By the 3rd session, Aidan spent most of his time without the chair, certainly still a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt;, but building confidence and trying to put the puck on his stick. Austin attempted several trips away from the chair as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733754145145458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SFPMPIe8AnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WlIOVWJqfjU/s320/DSCN2564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Typical Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733878912401858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SFPMWZRxQcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BgHpHGX_W-s/s320/DSCN2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not So Typical Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-5744685948206018235?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5744685948206018235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=5744685948206018235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5744685948206018235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/5744685948206018235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/grapevine-becomes-hockeytown.html' title='Grapevine becomes Hockeytown'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SFPL2k_9pmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dJfa_7F-mmc/s72-c/DSCN2549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-533991242824989297</id><published>2008-06-07T07:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:07:03.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>Well, we officially have a first grader in out family. There's quite a contract between flashing back to the beginning of the school year and looking at where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;THEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp-nJImREI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBRWTqNZEVY/s1600-h/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209115129939379266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp-nJImREI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBRWTqNZEVY/s320/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that are the same: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Likes trains &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Likes black sneakers (just like his dad used to - although he doesn't know that) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Loves milk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Favorite color - red &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Still a picky eater &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Still gets in trouble occassionally for using a whinny voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEqHJNDrUFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/P93Snje1EFs/s1600-h/Aidans+last+day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209124511201054802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEqHJNDrUFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/P93Snje1EFs/s320/Aidans+last+day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that are different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Several inches taller&lt;br /&gt;- Learned to read&lt;br /&gt;- Likes to write silly sentences&lt;br /&gt;- Likes more than just trains - race cars, airplanes&lt;br /&gt;- Likes watching sports including baseball and ice hockey&lt;br /&gt;- Plays video games NOW&lt;br /&gt;- Can get his own milk (as long as the jug isn't too full)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-533991242824989297?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/533991242824989297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=533991242824989297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/533991242824989297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/533991242824989297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp-nJImREI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBRWTqNZEVY/s72-c/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-57013889910405528</id><published>2008-06-07T06:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:08:42.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the Wevodau boys are out of school for the summer. Aidan's last day of Kindergarten at Glenhope Elementary was June 4th. Ed's last day at Colleyville-Heritage was June 5th and Austin wrapped up preschool with half a day on June 6th. Ed celebrated by taking the boys to the Indy car practice at Texas Motor Speedway - their first trip to see race cars! They got some autographs (although Ed said the line was too long &amp;amp; the boys were too fidgety to get Dana Kirkpatrick's) Aidan was most excited about the 2 McDonalds cars, but couldn't believe it when he learned only one of the McD's drivers was from the United States. Even at 6 years old he recognizes what an icon McD's is in the US. What he doesn't know is how global they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Austin informed me that they had green and orange earplugs that they poked in their ears and that they saw a crash. A tow truck had to go out on the track and the driver had to go see his doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidan had a kindergarten graduation ceremony. They made their own caps using what looks like a coffee filter, posterboard and some gold yarn and they used men's white dress shirts, wore backwards for gowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209107948096498274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp4FGr0qmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tLFBpEjdb_U/s320/DSCN2541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Our Glenhope Gator Kindergarten Graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209109074940157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp5GsgSXwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6k8ni_dHpN4/s320/DSCN2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Brothers in front of his kindergarten window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's favorite part of the end of school was that his teacher Mrs. Gray gave him watercolor paints. As he explained it, she was going to get new ones next year so he could have the old ones. He talked about it for days leading up to the last day. That last week he even painted a picture, brought it home and showed us what his to be paints could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-57013889910405528?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/57013889910405528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=57013889910405528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/57013889910405528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/57013889910405528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/SEp4FGr0qmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tLFBpEjdb_U/s72-c/DSCN2541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2593580292580950338</id><published>2008-04-27T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:24:58.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>It was raining as we were heading to church this morning. Austin observed it was just raining, not thundering or lightening. I was impressed with his accurate observation and thought I'd ask the boys a few questions. Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1) How many rain drops are hitting the car?&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: 13, 067&lt;br /&gt;Austin: 13&lt;br /&gt;(and then debate ensued with Aidan telling Austin there were way more than 13, at least hundreds, maybe thousands of rain drops. Followed by Austin saying, "But not imfitium."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2) Where do rain drops come from?&lt;br /&gt;Austin: Clouds&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Clouds Crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3) Who made the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Austin: God... (then when I asked Aidan, Austin must have thought he hadn't given quite the right answer and changed his to Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: No, it was a giant sun that exploded and made the sky. It was very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4) Who else is powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: God&lt;br /&gt;Austin: And Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there the conversation spiraled into discussions about having to go to Sunday school, who had the coolest umbrella and why we didn't wear coats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2593580292580950338?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2593580292580950338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2593580292580950338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2593580292580950338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2593580292580950338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><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-6123237497373400373.post-2169785906323443808</id><published>2008-04-02T14:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:26:18.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earring our Ears at Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PkqyxoRwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QYeGTFw-D3I/s1600-h/Mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184739019869144834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PkqyxoRwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QYeGTFw-D3I/s400/Mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Chef Mickeys with Grammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a fun-filled spring break at Disney World with Ed's family. We all met in Orlando and stayed in Ft. Wilderness in a couple of cabins (a great spot for familys). We had dinners and lunches with characters, rode every ride we could if you were 40" and 44" tall, and even had our Easter Egg hunt in between our cabins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PjYCxoRsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_XRFchv43_o/s1600-h/busstop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737598234969794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PjYCxoRsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_XRFchv43_o/s400/busstop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Cabin Fever for the Wevodaus or Bordlemays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Ft. Wilderness shuttles to the boat dock or the main bus pick up each morning. We got to take the boat to the Magic Kingdom and buses to each of the other parks. The kids liked the boat and bus rides almost as much as the park attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738242480064210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_Pj9ixoRtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P3-GX4H1gPY/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;It doesn't get any better than this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Epcot, Aidan rode Test Track with Uncle Kirk and Daddy and Austin rode the Nemo ride 3 times with Grammy, Mommy, Aunt Kathy and his cousins Adam and Neve. We ate at the Coral Reef restaraunt and the kids got to watch the goings on in a huge fish tank the entire time. Aidan liked the giant sea turtle and the sharks the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738581782480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PkRSxoRuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a-BnqorY00g/s320/Carousel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I have to ride this?&lt;/span&gt; (Aidan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184739354876593938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_Pk-SxoRxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XxxpQhzTfus/s320/DSCN2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta be me!!! (Austin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After our first day around the park, I started to wear a motion sickness patch and that allowed me to ride everything from the Carousel and Tea Cups to Space Mountain and Everest. Austin's favorites were seeing Mickey and Minnie's houses (although he wished he could see Pluto at Mickey's house). He also loved the Winnie the Pooh ride and the big kid rides like Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain and The Tower of Terror. Aidan loved Space Mountain (which he rode 5 times in one day), the Tomorrowland Race Cars and Buzz Lightyear's Adventure. Ed even kept Aidan out one special night where the Magic Kingdom was open until 3am! They ran around the park hopping on as many rides as they could. They loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738830890583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PkfyxoRvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tIEHwpp6Om4/s320/swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming at Ft. Wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SPECIAL THANKS TO GRAMMY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2169785906323443808?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2169785906323443808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2169785906323443808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2169785906323443808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2169785906323443808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/earring-our-ears-at-disney.html' title='Earring our Ears at Disney'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R_PkqyxoRwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QYeGTFw-D3I/s72-c/Mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6252659643546345316</id><published>2008-02-29T09:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:04:41.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start 'em Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8rrMazNeRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5NgQaYNv4MA/s1600-h/First+Hockey+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173205720573507858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8rrMazNeRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5NgQaYNv4MA/s400/First+Hockey+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dallas Stars "Water Boys"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a surprise opportunity on Thursday to go to a Dallas Stars game. So, I am pleased to say we took the boys to their first ice hockey game (my favorite sport). After racing home, getting the boys to chow down on a pizza Ed picked up (note that Austin refuses to eat cheese so Ed had to remove cheese from some slices), we were off to battle traffic to get to the American Airlines Center. On the way, while in slow traffic, our lane was moving a bit faster than others and we passed a police car that was also in traffic. Aidan spotted it right away and asked if I was glad I was following the rules when I drove passed the police car - and of course, I was glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid $15 to park at the arena, right next to the train station. As we got out of the car and pointed out the trains to the boys, Ed wondered outloud - Why didn't we think of taking the train?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Getting to our seats on the 3rd level of the arena meant riding two very large escalators - this was probably the highlight of the trip for Ausin. Once we located our section and seats, the boys were facinated with the game. Aidan asked question after question, as did Austin. Sample questions from the night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Do all hockey games have ice?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Do they test the ice with a hammer to see if it cracks?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Is #88 in time out again?" (the penalty box)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Where did the peppa go?" (that would be the Chili Pepper mini blimp floating around the arena)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I asked the boys who they were rooting for, here's what I heard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidan said, "I hoot for the Dallas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Austin said, "I hoot for both teams."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I love how they say "hoot" instead of "root").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Austin was amused by his theater style seat. He announced several times that his chair was eating him and at one point clarified it really was - his feet had gone through the folding part of the seat and when he leaned the seat back into it's normal sitting position, he was stuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6252659643546345316?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6252659643546345316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6252659643546345316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6252659643546345316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6252659643546345316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-em-young.html' title='Start &apos;em Young'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8rrMazNeRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5NgQaYNv4MA/s72-c/First+Hockey+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-4457844209499869097</id><published>2008-02-23T11:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:27:07.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8BVOq4buWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vdVRv13u79w/s1600-h/DSCN2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170226082738846050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8BVOq4buWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vdVRv13u79w/s320/DSCN2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grapevine Bikers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last weekend we took the boys out for a bike ride around Lake Grapevine. Aidan rides on two wheels (no more training wheels) and Austin was on our tag-a-long bike attached to the back of mine. Austin enjoyed the outing, but Aidan got frustrated with the occassional hill and not always getting to be first in the line. Also, the off-roading we tried was too much and we had to walk our bikes back to the paved area. The boys did find one particularly fun stop. On an off-shoot of the path, there was a pile of old asphalt. They had fun running up and down the pile and finally decided it was a buried alligator. Of course, while that was an exciting prospect, Austin was a bit scared, so that was the end of climbing on the imaginary alligator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-4457844209499869097?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4457844209499869097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=4457844209499869097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4457844209499869097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4457844209499869097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/grapevine-bikers-last-weekend-we-took.html' title='Bikers'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8BVOq4buWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vdVRv13u79w/s72-c/DSCN2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8815465278488462697</id><published>2008-02-23T10:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:59:44.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Suitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aidan was to dress up for a tea party at school. Well, he usually wears khakis and a polo to school so we needed something a little "spiffier". We had some suits from Ed's youth, so I asked Aidan if he'd like to try one on. He loved the idea, and especially wanted to wear the clip-on tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, everything new Aidan gets to do, Austin has to do as well. We only had one button down shirt and it was 8:30 pm, so we made quick work of trying everything on. Here are the boys in suits circa 1976-8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170220348957505874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8BQA64buVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ojXZLyebhzY/s320/DSCN2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Grown Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8815465278488462697?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8815465278488462697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8815465278488462697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8815465278488462697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8815465278488462697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-suitors.html' title='Valentines Suitors'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R8BQA64buVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ojXZLyebhzY/s72-c/DSCN2347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1380158746342101688</id><published>2008-02-09T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:58:34.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back on the horse, so to speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;January was busy, and I fell behind reporting on our activities in part because I have misplaced the cable to download photos from the camera to the computer. Well, I bought a new cable and so I am ready to get back to blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to the Ft. Worth Stockshow parade opening weekend. It was chilly and the boys wanted to be lifted up to see. Briefly (very briefly) I had Aidan on my shoulders and Austin in my arms. They could see the horses, wagons, stagecoaches, cowboys and cowgirls, but I couldn't see a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165066899303414034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R64A-q4buRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2Zlle4Dd5t4/s320/DSCN2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIDE 'EM COWBOYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ed took the boys to the Stockshow with some of their friends (James and Rachel). Aidan's favorite animals were the baby ducklings sliding down a tiny waterslide. Austin liked the 10 baby piglets that were fighting to get a spot at one of Mommy pig's 8 nipples. But both boys' favorite time was on the rides and eating in the carnival area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165067122641713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R64BLq4buSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1T_woSrFOQo/s200/stckshow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165067225720928562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R64BRq4buTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3IdHX1RsdPM/s200/stckshowfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved the boys into a bedroom together (into Ed's old office). We repainted the ceiling, but couldn't agree on painting the walls, so we just moved the boys stuff in. Now Aidan has his "Fat Head" on the wall - the #8 race car. I didn't realize that I would be hanging an 8 foot King of Beers ad on the wall. Alas, if Aidan was 13 I might not have done it, but for now - it's just a red race car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165067461944129858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R64Bfa4buUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/f5EDHDm4sEM/s320/DSCN2346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;CAR NUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-1380158746342101688?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1380158746342101688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1380158746342101688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1380158746342101688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1380158746342101688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-back-on-horse-so-to-speak.html' title='Getting back on the horse, so to speak...'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R64A-q4buRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2Zlle4Dd5t4/s72-c/DSCN2317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8236725702519378187</id><published>2008-01-12T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:24:23.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are moving into our addition (just a few minor touchups to go). Walking up the stairs you see the Hess truck display. Most were Ed's collection, but have since been taken out of their pristine boxes for full access play by the boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154971663190148610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4ojalunRgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tXw82w-EG-w/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;LINE 'EM UP... LIKE ON THE TURNPIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154974502163531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4ol_1unRhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DgwVXIDZqgs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ED'S "CORNER" OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ed has his desk and computer relocated and the boys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4omnFunRjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/w_IPkAGLAt4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154975176473396786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4omnFunRjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/w_IPkAGLAt4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have their trains all over the place. Here's the proof that the room is living up to its potential already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4omnFunRjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/w_IPkAGLAt4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The new 3rd bathroom is functional, but the spicket in the tub needs a bit more work to get it flush with the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154975614560061010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4onAlunRlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X5-6USXF1LU/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8236725702519378187?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8236725702519378187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8236725702519378187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8236725702519378187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8236725702519378187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/addition.html' title='The Addition'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4ojalunRgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tXw82w-EG-w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-7641528456232214345</id><published>2008-01-10T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:19:29.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday, Austin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4azuFunRdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OxbCWnM16Fo/s1600-h/DSCN2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154004427965154770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4azuFunRdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OxbCWnM16Fo/s320/DSCN2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hard as it is for me to believe, my little guy turned 4 this week. Austin got to take sprinkle donuts in to share with his class - these are by far his favorite treat. After school, Ed took the boys to play putt-putt, let Austin pick out his own toy at the toy store (Ed was concerned about the "girlee" toy he picked - but it is his choice) and then we all met at Chuck E. Cheese for pizza and games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154005471642207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4a0q1unReI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_COJs3g9e9I/s320/DSCN2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At four here are some of Austin's favorite things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Color: Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Food: Chicken (in nugget or grilled form)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TV Show: Spongebob, followed by Dora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toy: Puzzles, Puzzles, Puzzles (up to doing 100 pieces on his own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Game: The Barnyard Game (where you have to find matching baby animals under haystacks and hear it they make the same sound as their parent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Song: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and anything he can just make up on his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other favorites include the living room recliner - and he must sit in it by himself; his tigger straw cup (a gift from last year's birthday); juice, juice and more juice; riding his big wheel; getting himself dressed in the morning; doing craft projects which always involve scissors and scotch tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154006206081615346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4a1VlunRfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/00AEcLQLnco/s320/DSCN2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-7641528456232214345?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7641528456232214345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=7641528456232214345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7641528456232214345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7641528456232214345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-4th-birthday-austin.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday, Austin!'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R4azuFunRdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OxbCWnM16Fo/s72-c/DSCN2299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-249355148489043069</id><published>2007-12-28T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:33:15.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS UNWRAPPED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3URrJNYPrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6I4ZT40tAqA/s1600-h/Boys+w+Grammy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149041181872111282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3URrJNYPrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6I4ZT40tAqA/s320/Boys+w+Grammy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve was spent at church and watching the boys sing with their choir. Aidan took his first communion by intinction. And the boys got glow-in-the-dark stars to remember Jesus' birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home Aidan and Austin got new Christmas PJs from Grammy and were very excited to put them on. They were less excited about going to bed, but before bed they did put out fresh-baked chocolate peanut butter chip cookies for Santa and 8 carrots for his reindeer (Rudolph wasn't coming because it wasn't a foggy night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan &amp;amp; Austin did eventually fall asleep and Mommy, Daddy and Grammy stayed up a while longer waiting to catch a glimpse of Santa. The boys didn't take our late night into consideration and woke us up with shouts of "It's Christmas" and "Santa was here" at 4:44am! We got them to snuggle a bit in bed, but by 6am, Mommy was tired of hearing "NOW is it time to open presents" every 5 minutes. So I got up with Aidan who was then allowed to wake up Grammy and headed for the living room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3US1JNYPsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U8tg5u3LfWc/s1600-h/Xmas+Morning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149042453182430914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3US1JNYPsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U8tg5u3LfWc/s200/Xmas+Morning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan found a letter from Santa and read it with Grammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149042882679160530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3UTOJNYPtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2cARfHW5HHM/s200/Note+From+Santa.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;Then the unwrapping began. Some of Aidan's favorite gifts are his train whistle, level crossing and diesel engine for his HO train set and the slot car race track Santa brought for both boys. Austin loves taking pictures on his digital camera, playing with his Hess truck and wearing the special flashlight that straps on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3UUlJNYPvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1WdPPRj6CNM/s1600-h/DSCN2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149044377327779570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3UUlJNYPvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1WdPPRj6CNM/s320/DSCN2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3UVlJNYPxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BMo5D_tjots/s1600-h/DSCN2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045476839407378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3UVlJNYPxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BMo5D_tjots/s320/DSCN2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-249355148489043069?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/249355148489043069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=249355148489043069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/249355148489043069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/249355148489043069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-unwrapped.html' title='CHRISTMAS UNWRAPPED'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R3URrJNYPrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6I4ZT40tAqA/s72-c/Boys+w+Grammy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6711103879245776555</id><published>2007-12-10T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:52:09.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ed bought some matching Christmas outfits for the boys and then some how convinced them to put them on.  This is quite impressive since Austin refuses to wear shirts or pants with buttons and Aidan doesn't care for long sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on boys, let's take a nice picture - for Mommy, pah-leeeease.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142386658026240994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11ta4Fcu-I/AAAAAAAAADk/NBhihqSCZsM/s320/Nov2007+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; How about standing up and giving each other a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11s2oFcu9I/AAAAAAAAADc/HsBEmn4KCzU/s1600-h/Nov2007+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142386035255983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11s2oFcu9I/AAAAAAAAADc/HsBEmn4KCzU/s320/Nov2007+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay - these are the photos that will not appear on the front of our Christmas card this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142384982988995522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11r5YFcu8I/AAAAAAAAADU/-5t7-h3yB7Q/s320/Nov2007+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But they certainly tell a story!  And this last one isn't bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142387486954929138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11uLIFcu_I/AAAAAAAAADs/ajyz03cwZGE/s320/Nov2007+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6711103879245776555?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6711103879245776555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6711103879245776555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6711103879245776555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6711103879245776555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card-rejects.html' title='Christmas Card Rejects'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/R11ta4Fcu-I/AAAAAAAAADk/NBhihqSCZsM/s72-c/Nov2007+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-7817135643313125097</id><published>2007-12-09T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:12:53.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Santa</title><content type='html'>The weeks are getting away from me, but we are officially in the Christmas season. This weekend we hosted our annual Christmas "extravaganza" at the Wevodau abode and had a blast. In an effort to get the boys out of the house while preparing for the party, I took them to have breakfast with Santa (put on by the PTA at Aidan's elementary school). Both boys were excited and this was an especially big deal for Austin. He wanted to sit on Santa's lap - something he had violently protested in previous years. Even though it was a pancake breakfast, Austin couldn't wait to eat. He insisted on having a pop tart and glass of water before we left for our 8am visit. At breakfast, Aidan had his fill, eating the sausage links off of all our plates and a couple pancakes. Austin only wanted a glass of milk - which he downed quickly. Then we got in line to get our picture taken with Santa and tell him all about our Christmas lists.&lt;br /&gt;While standing in line, Austin mentioned to me more than once that his tummy hurt. I asked if he need to go potty, "No." was his response. Then he asked if we could go home soon - I should have seen the warning signs, but alas I subconsiously chose to ignore them. After 10 minutes, we were next in line to see Santa. The boys were watching Santa when Austin turned around and said, "Mommy..." which was quickly followed by some spontaneous projectile vomiting. Yup - the pop tart, water and milk all came up. What a shock - I stood there for a few seconds trying to decide what to do. I was standing amidst hundreds of people and their kids - none of whom did I know. Should I leave my kids and find paper towels to at least cover up the evidence. Or should I stay with my sick child? I decided to go get towels in an effort to prevent others from getting sick. Naturally, now the line for Santa had shifted about 10 feet to the right to move away from us. Someone did get the custodian and he was very kind and cleaned up the floor. I got Aidan back in the line and instructed him to talk to Santa, get his photo taken and wait for Mommy right there. Then Austin and I went to the bathroom to clean up. Austin had to wash his hands and I needed to wash my shoes. While this was an unpleasant experience for each of us - thinking back on it just hours later, I was very grateful that Austin lost his breakfast BEFORE he sat on Santa's lap. If he had thrown up on Santa, we would have had to change our name and move Aidan to a new school to avoid the shame. So in the end, I consider myself luck to have avoided a near tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-7817135643313125097?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7817135643313125097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=7817135643313125097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7817135643313125097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7817135643313125097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakfast-with-santa.html' title='Breakfast with Santa'/><author><name>Kim</name><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-6123237497373400373.post-4609560984960310736</id><published>2007-11-01T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:30:12.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyneCOIP5GI/AAAAAAAAADM/_Y6pK9QWAb0/s1600-h/Halloween06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127873780471817314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyneCOIP5GI/AAAAAAAAADM/_Y6pK9QWAb0/s320/Halloween06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the boys had fun. Ed was proud to have the best decorations on the block (and in true Wevodau fashion - the most). Aidan was very pleased to trick-or-treat at his Kindergarten teacher's house in his train engine costume. And Austin, after a little coohersion from his parents was a great alligator and collected a bunch of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute story for the night was after we visited Mrs. Gray's house, Austin asked if that was Aidan's teacher Mrs. Gray. Ed said, "Yes, it was". Then Austin asked, "Why is she Mrs. Gray when her hair is black?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyncY-IP5EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AN1WZw1ebps/s1600-h/Halloween05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127871972290585666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyncY-IP5EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AN1WZw1ebps/s320/Halloween05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyndLeIP5FI/AAAAAAAAADE/cPZRKsJ80io/s1600-h/Halloween07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127872839873979474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyndLeIP5FI/AAAAAAAAADE/cPZRKsJ80io/s320/Halloween07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-4609560984960310736?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4609560984960310736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=4609560984960310736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4609560984960310736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4609560984960310736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RyneCOIP5GI/AAAAAAAAADM/_Y6pK9QWAb0/s72-c/Halloween06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1859250424710287032</id><published>2007-10-31T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:25:27.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Wevodaus went camping this weekend. While Ed took the boys camping over the summer courtesy of Aunt Marge and Uncle Larry’s RV – that was really living in the lap of luxury. We scaled it down a bit this weekend. I wouldn’t call it extreme roughing it, but it was a bit more back to nature than their summer adventures (after all Ed’s trusty queen size air mattress had a leak and so we really did sleep on the ground while the boys were at least on top of the bed roll foam).&lt;br /&gt;We visited Dinosaur Valley State Park, about 1 ½ hours from our home. We didn’t explore everything, but we did see a set of Dinosaur foot prints in a creek bed! We rode bikes around the camp sites, when fishing in the creek – Aidan got some nibble using his fake grub worm, but most of the fish were scared away by the large rocks being thrown into the creek by the other kiddos that weren’t fishing. We ate brauts and pork chops (although the boys didn’t – they stuck with plain bread) for dinner and sausage and fried potatoes for breakfast. We made smores and took a ghostly flashlight walk in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned for our next camp out:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bring firewood – especially if it is going to be 40 degrees at night&lt;br /&gt;2) Bring a trash bag – we create a lot of trash&lt;br /&gt;3) Don’t use a whole stick of butter and 2 “glugs” of oil when trying to fry potatoes&lt;br /&gt;4) Put the rain flap over the tent – whether or not it is forecasted to rain&lt;br /&gt;5) Bring Christmas lights- they just make it all look festive&lt;br /&gt;6) At least consider bringing a camera (to capture rare moments when your boys are swinging on swings and holding each other’s hands – sorry no picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we did well and will do again:&lt;br /&gt;1) Pop popcorn in a skillet&lt;br /&gt;2) Always bring bikes – great entertainment around the camp site while the adults are getting things ready&lt;br /&gt;3) Bring extra shoes and clothes – you never know when someone will fall in the creek&lt;br /&gt;4) Bring good food and lots of it&lt;br /&gt;5) Bring extra flashlights and extra batteries – there’s always one that doesn’t work or someone who doesn’t have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-1859250424710287032?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1859250424710287032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1859250424710287032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1859250424710287032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1859250424710287032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/camping.html' title='CAMPING'/><author><name>Kim</name><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-6123237497373400373.post-2911155022533873634</id><published>2007-10-22T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:39:18.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Rx0SjIPadOI/AAAAAAAAACc/8zxvGlcNfc4/s1600-h/Aidans+1st+soccer+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124272345734345954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Rx0SjIPadOI/AAAAAAAAACc/8zxvGlcNfc4/s320/Aidans+1st+soccer+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fall is just flying by. This weekend we had two soccer games, instead of our usual one. Aidan really enjoys soccer and when I told him we only had two games left, he asked for clarification - "Two more games this year?" I said yes and asked if he wanted to play again in the spring - he gave a definite "Yes" on that one and then wanted to know why he had to wait so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Construction Update:&lt;/u&gt;  We are moving right along with our home addition. The room itself is finished except for paint, flooring and some lights/fan fixtures. The new bathroom also needs finishing touches including painting, tiling (on the floor and around the tub), staining the cabinets, adding the sink/counter, the lighting and the solar tube. We picked out all the paint, tile and lighting this weekend so all of our decisions are done until it comes to actually using the room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything looks good with the exception of our existing middle bathroom which is still in great disarray. No toilet, no floor, 1/2 of the walls and ceiling torn out. Oh, and no closet in Ed's current office - as it was on the other side of the now missing wall. All of this will come together as soon as the plumber figures out how deep to dig a trench into our foundation so that the upstairs sewer pipe can connect to the downstairs sewer pipe... That is really the only challenge we have had during the entire process. The contractor is still on track to complete the project on their original timeline - keep those fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Rx0V64PadPI/AAAAAAAAACk/vmATV1lzHWs/s1600-h/DSCN2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124276052291122418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Rx0V64PadPI/AAAAAAAAACk/vmATV1lzHWs/s320/DSCN2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Austin has narrowly escaped being "locked away" in a recent trip to the Ft. Worth zoo (just kidding).  His behavior is improving slightly, but most recently he wrote in blue pen on a white chair cushion in the living room. After I sprayed the lines with upholstry cleaner, Austin had a wet rag and rubbed the lines. We repeated this 4-5 times over the course of 30 minutes, and using all of Austin's elbow grease, the line is virtually invisible. In addition to cleaning up his obvious misuse of the pen, he continues to be banned from markers and pens until next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2911155022533873634?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2911155022533873634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2911155022533873634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2911155022533873634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2911155022533873634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall Has Arrived'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/Rx0SjIPadOI/AAAAAAAAACc/8zxvGlcNfc4/s72-c/Aidans+1st+soccer+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-7240033102314402327</id><published>2007-10-02T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:45:29.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dear Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RwK7QoPadNI/AAAAAAAAACM/lnWeo8hzJRQ/s1600-h/1stdayofKindergarten0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116858021000672466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RwK7QoPadNI/AAAAAAAAACM/lnWeo8hzJRQ/s320/1stdayofKindergarten0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's our fervant hope that our little Austin is going through a phase - perhaps a phase called "I want to push my parents over the edge". In the last few months he has been exhibiting non-preferable behavior in our house. He has reverted a bit in his potty training skills. He doesn't have accidents (except maybe at nap time), but he does have intentional peeing in his pants, onto the floor and anywhere else he decides. Now, I am sure we will make it through this, but it is a bit distressing to discover he has peed on the carpet in front of his bureau while getting dressed or while standing there telling you "No, I don't have to go potty". He is certainly exerting his independence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He now dresses himself and in the morning this includes removing his wet pull-up and stuffing it anywhere (hiding it really) instead of putting it in the trash. I have found wet, yucky pull-ups under his bureau, in his toy box, in his closet, under his comforter, etc. He is running out of hidding places (pretty soon he may have to go back to using the trash can as I will have looked everywhere else). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week he has added another fun surprise. He loves to color with markers and we have lots of them - not all of which are washable (unfortunately). Austin decided to demonstrate his excellent letter structure by drawing a 12 inch letter "A" on our living room carpet. He also had marker on his arms and legs - but that was nothing new.  Oh, my... he is pushing us closer to the edge - but on the other hand, he can be so sweet. I just can remember any examples right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-7240033102314402327?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7240033102314402327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=7240033102314402327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7240033102314402327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/7240033102314402327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-dear-austin.html' title='Our Dear Austin'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RwK7QoPadNI/AAAAAAAAACM/lnWeo8hzJRQ/s72-c/1stdayofKindergarten0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2585755243957667190</id><published>2007-09-21T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:30:41.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our household and house have been in constant motion since the start of school. Three days into kindergarten Aidan was diagnosed with strep throat! He had the long Labor Day weekend to recover and has been enjoying school ever since. He prefers to take his lunch in his Volcano lunch sack, rather than buy something in the cafeteria. He brings home a different train book from the school library every few days and we now work on homework each week – learning to recognize and write works like I, see, the, a, me, red, etc. I think Aidan’s highlight of the year thus far was when Grammy (Ed’s mom) visited school, had lunch with him and watched him play at recess. He is having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is exerting his 3 ½ yr old independence. Of late, he will not let us in his room while he is “cleaning” it. Cleaning consists of taking every visible, movable object (books, toys, clothes) and piling them into the closet. Austin picks out his own outfits each morning – and they are colorful to say the least. He prefers red, orange or green shorts all with red socks. When Austin goes missing in the house, you are sure to find him in his closet or under his bed sneaking a snack – yes, he likes to take food back into his lair without us knowing. He is now a very proficient bike rider with the help of his training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RvQNB4PadLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d5HDOlT1S8U/s1600-h/1stdayofKindergarten0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112725802900419762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RvQNB4PadLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d5HDOlT1S8U/s320/1stdayofKindergarten0076.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ed made a special trip to Colorado over the Labor Day weekend. On the spur of the moment, he accepted an invitation to go climb a “fourteener”- Mount Elbert. He really enjoyed the experience and was pleasantly surprised that after reaching the summit, the threat of storms disappeared and he was able to stay at the top for an hour enjoying the views of surrounding mountains and the successful climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our fun continues with Aidan playing soccer (and me coaching). Aidan and Austin are starting choir – Austin is very excited to be old enough this year. Hot water has been restored in our house (after having our hot water heater moved and replaced). Now the boys’ bathroom is being dismantled (with a jackhammer) in order to put in wider pipes for the new upstairs bathroom to flow through. The concrete chunks and visible rebar are distressing, but we’re sure it will all come together as planned in another 8-9 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2585755243957667190?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2585755243957667190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2585755243957667190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2585755243957667190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2585755243957667190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RvQNB4PadLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d5HDOlT1S8U/s72-c/1stdayofKindergarten0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-8207769695293619961</id><published>2007-08-28T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:28:04.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RtSu01X5q7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ynK30CVQmo8/s1600-h/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103896500421372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RtSu01X5q7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ynK30CVQmo8/s320/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new era has begun at the Wevodau house - we now have a school age child. Aidan headed off to kindergarten on Monday. He was very excited and had been counting down the days for well over a week. We had a few scares over the weekend that made us think he might not make it to the first day of school. On Friday night at 10pm we received a call from the school nursey. Aidan's shot records were incomplete. After finding our copy, Ed called her back at 10:15 pm and confirmed that we did in fact have all the shots required. So I just had to deliver a copy again on Monday morning when dropping Aidan off. The next ordeal was on Saturday. We spent the entire day away from the house since the roofers were working. We spent several hours in Ed's classroom helping him prepare for his new school year. Late in the afternoon, Ed was hanging curtains, standing on several student desks to do so. Aidan decided to copy the behavior, but lost his footing. He fell of the desks and landed on his face - OUCH! He nose bled and it took several minutes before he could even open his eyes. We thought he had broken his nose. Ugh. We call the doctor and they gave us some signs to look for and assured us that as long as he wasn't having a hard time breathing, he didn't need to be seen immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the drama ended at that and Sunday was a calm day. In the evening we attached our newly acquired tag-a-long bike to the back of my bike. Aidan and I took it for a test spin and he was very excited to ride it to school the next day - although he did request that I not make the ride so "squiggly". Apparently when I go too slow and have to turn my front wheel frequently to stay balanced, it has a bullwhip effect on the back passenger. With a little more practice, I assured Aidan I could improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan had a great day. He strode into his classroom very independently and got to color, sing a song (which he can't remember), play with legos at "center time" and eat lunch in the cafeteria. He liked it so much he was still eager to return on day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-8207769695293619961?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8207769695293619961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=8207769695293619961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8207769695293619961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/8207769695293619961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/kindergarten-here-we-come.html' title='Kindergarten here we come!'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RtSu01X5q7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ynK30CVQmo8/s72-c/1stdayofKindergarten0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-1199280645464990838</id><published>2007-08-21T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:51:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean Bag Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RssywlX5q6I/AAAAAAAAABs/76haxwBfVBc/s1600-h/DSCN2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101226813174688674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RssywlX5q6I/AAAAAAAAABs/76haxwBfVBc/s320/DSCN2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boys' favorite toy this weekend was the bean bag chair, minus the beans!  For Ed's first Father's Day, I made him an oversized Bucknell colored bean bag chair so that he and Aidan could spend quality time together on the floor.  As the years have gone by, the bean bag has been a popular item, but from time to time it has to be dismanteled to be washed.  Well, this weekend the boys discovered what fun it was to live inside the bean bag.  They fit their pillows, blankets, stuffed animals and toys in there.  They informed me that three kids could live in the bean bag or just one adult (if the adult "folded their head" to fit).  It's the simple things in life that really make us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6123237497373400373-1199280645464990838?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1199280645464990838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=1199280645464990838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1199280645464990838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/1199280645464990838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/bean-bag-boys.html' title='Bean Bag Boys'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RssywlX5q6I/AAAAAAAAABs/76haxwBfVBc/s72-c/DSCN2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-4704205180509609139</id><published>2007-08-16T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:05:45.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging deep has nothing to do with heavy lifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsW5ClX5q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/PS3wvwwj1Zo/s1600-h/DSCN2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099685607110192018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsW5ClX5q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/PS3wvwwj1Zo/s320/DSCN2011.JPG" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may or may not know that we decided to add on to our abode. Since we have a one story home and no room to expand out due to our pool and neighbors, we are expanding up. We are adding a staircase (the boys' favorite part), a large bonus room over the garage and a full bath. The room is already named "Ed's Retreat", although it is intended to serve as his office as well as a play room for the boys. At any rate, the demolition of the roof and attic started Monday (8/13/07) and in just a few days there were stairs and some framing. Unfortunately, the stairs are not where we expected, so they will be redoing them. The contractor expects the project to take 13 weeks - I just hope it is finished for Christmas. I'd be happy to take bets on the completion date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-4704205180509609139?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4704205180509609139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=4704205180509609139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4704205180509609139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/4704205180509609139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/digging-deep-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='Digging deep has nothing to do with heavy lifting'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsW5ClX5q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/PS3wvwwj1Zo/s72-c/DSCN2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-6178724379662455423</id><published>2007-08-15T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:48:07.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsMQ9XyNz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/kCY1ktTMmGc/s1600-h/2007+May+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098937849656233810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsMQ9XyNz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/kCY1ktTMmGc/s320/2007+May+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the spring, a new &lt;em&gt;gourmet&lt;/em&gt; grocery store "Central Market" opened close to us and every Tuesday evening is family night at their gourmet eatery. We frequent the eatery on Tuesdays so that the boys can eat free and Ed and I can eat healthy (or at least more healthy that fast food). The highlight for the boys is the playground. They love to play hide-n-seek, go up and down the slides and dig in the sandbox. But their favorite activity by far is climbing on the various dragon parts that pop up through the shredded rubber ground covering. It took a few visits, but now they are both proficient at climbing up the scales.  They do however, have to be reminded not to push each other off while vying for the best seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-6178724379662455423?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6178724379662455423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=6178724379662455423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6178724379662455423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/6178724379662455423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragon.html' title='The Dragon'/><author><name>Kim</name><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/_1Y3Y_Var5Ig/RsMQ9XyNz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/kCY1ktTMmGc/s72-c/2007+May+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123237497373400373.post-2993824819853597624</id><published>2007-08-14T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:57:42.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging - here we come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I have been introduced to blogging over the last few months, and especially enjoy reading my friend Jenn's site. She posts stories and photos, mostly about her kiddos. I am going to attempt to do the same on a semi-regular, let's say, maybe even weekly basis. Let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123237497373400373-2993824819853597624?l=wevoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2993824819853597624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123237497373400373&amp;postID=2993824819853597624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2993824819853597624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123237497373400373/posts/default/2993824819853597624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wevoworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-here-we-come.html' title='Blogging - here we come'/><author><name>Kim</name><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></feed>
