<?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-997920718383405739</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:27:23.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1223850906772427996</id><published>2012-01-13T15:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:24:33.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World is Timbuktu?</title><content type='html'>Picture nine uniform clad students, grades 4-8, prepped and ready for a competition.  Words of encouragement and praise could not quell the nerves and butterflies emanating from their beings.  These eager students were those I had the privilege of spending the better part of the past two months helping to prepare for the school competition of the National Geography Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thrill to sit and watch these kids answer questions that pertained to not only United States geography, but to world geography, physical geography, and cultural geography.  The months of practice were evident as many students answered the questions confidently  and without hesitation.  These students were so dedicated that giving up Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings did not seem to cramp their style too much.  The exposure to map reading  and critical thinking skills facilitated by the parent volunteer (State Department Employee) were priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the competition...&lt;br /&gt;During the first seven rounds, each participant was given one question per round.  The four students with the highest number of correct answers from those seven rounds then proceeded to the preliminary round.  The next few rounds were then battled out until two students remained.  Those two students then proceeded onto the Championship round.  The two final participants were then asked the same question and asked to to write down their answers.  They then had to present the answer in written format as well as orally confirm what was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the final question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Timbuktu, a center of caravan trade for almost a thousand years, is located north of the Niger River in which landlocked country?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner  is...&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697258055306898370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wRXvSgV4Y/TxC6BBRM68I/AAAAAAAACcE/lvVavSHWTao/s320/DSC07354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timbuktu is located in &lt;strong&gt;Mali&lt;/strong&gt;.  So &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; of our girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 217px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697258048540489522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRkol_k4RdA/TxC6AoD9tzI/AAAAAAAACb4/LxahuTqrsTQ/s320/DSC07359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the next step, Big Sister will have to take a proctored written test to submit to the National Geographic Bee Society.  If she does well and qualifies, she will then be asked to participate in the State Geography Bee.  Guess that atlas will not be shelved anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1223850906772427996?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1223850906772427996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1223850906772427996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1223850906772427996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1223850906772427996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-in-world-is-timbuktu.html' title='Where in the World is Timbuktu?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wRXvSgV4Y/TxC6BBRM68I/AAAAAAAACcE/lvVavSHWTao/s72-c/DSC07354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3125120024921434077</id><published>2012-01-12T20:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:42:12.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive or Addicting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;With the arrival of some really cool iGadgets, there has been an inordiante amount of time spent playing "Words with Friends" and "Angry Birds" in the Moloko household.  These two games have been heavily promoted by the media, friends and family.   I have become a HUGE fan of  "Words with Friends."  This online Scrabble game that lexiphiles alike compete to "out word"one another is so much fun.  I am hooked and have found the mental exercise enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dilemma is whether to describe my new passion as addictive or addicting?  I have often contemplated the usage of these words.  Is playing the game addictive or addicting?   So, I finally took the time to determine what is the correct term.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just in case  you were wondering...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;addictive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - is an adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Causing or tending to cause addiction: an addictive substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Characterized by or susceptible to addiction: an addictive personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;addicting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - is a transitive verb form of addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. To occupy (oneself) with or involve (oneself) in something habitually or compulsively: This video game is addicting.The terms being defined, it is a grammar point, and which term you use depends on your sentence structure. This video game is addicting. This is an addictive video game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;appear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;addicting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;span&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/997920718383405739-3125120024921434077?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3125120024921434077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3125120024921434077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3125120024921434077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3125120024921434077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2012/01/addictive-or-addicting.html' title='Addictive or Addicting?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3187717636823957589</id><published>2012-01-02T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:32:45.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging in 2012!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems that I have taken a bit of a hiatus.  Rather than blogging the past six months, I have used the excuse of being "too busy" to take a few minutes here and there to capture the life of the Moloko Five.  With the dawning of the New Year, I have decided to rekindle my relationship with the Blog and document 2012 with anecdotes and musings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693196739218060098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM6rnAkvwt8/TwJMRT2BM0I/AAAAAAAACbg/zm9fIA9Ts68/s320/DSC07156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought it would be fitting to post the last "family" photo of 2011! &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/997920718383405739-3187717636823957589?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3187717636823957589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3187717636823957589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3187717636823957589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3187717636823957589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-blogging-in-2012.html' title='Back to Blogging in 2012!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM6rnAkvwt8/TwJMRT2BM0I/AAAAAAAACbg/zm9fIA9Ts68/s72-c/DSC07156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7140779370223548676</id><published>2011-06-16T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:05:03.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing Statements</title><content type='html'>With school ending this past week, I am finding myself sorting through the kids homework, journals, and classwork. I typically sort graded assignments and papers every quarter and then in June go through and whittle the papers to just a few. Those that represent their accomplishments, growth, and personality I keep. This afternoon, I had a delightful time reading over the Little Dudes work. Here are a few items I thought were just precious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion Question re: Noah's Ark&lt;br /&gt;What was it like on the ark with all those animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"There was animal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breth&lt;/span&gt;!" (Little Dude M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I think it was no fun their!" (Little Dude B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"If I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pressident&lt;/span&gt;, I would lead the Union side threw the Silver War. I would shoot guns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Classwork assignment for President's Day...Little Dude M had just been to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fredericksburg&lt;/span&gt; Battlefield)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I was an animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I was an animal, I would be a little turtle, a snappy turtle. And, if I went to turtle school and I had homework, I would snap my homework into little bits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Little Dude B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Dude B's Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"COW ATTACK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once upon a time, there were alien's in space. One day in space, the alien General said "I want to go to earth" and his alien troopers said "You are crazy!" "Why can't we get ice cream?" Well, the Alien General said "If you want ice cream, We have to attack cows!" The alien troopers said Cows do not lay ice cream, they lay baby's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I seriously wonder about the theme...aliens attacking cows?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7140779370223548676?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7140779370223548676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7140779370223548676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7140779370223548676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7140779370223548676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/06/amusing-statements.html' title='Amusing Statements'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6674428014321359596</id><published>2011-05-31T17:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:31:44.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>No better way to commemorate the Memorial Day holiday than a visit to Arlington National Cemetery. It was a memorable experience not only for me, but for the munchkins. Witnessing families celebrating the lives of their loved ones was heartbreaking. Our plan was to visit the grave site of a fellow Marine Hubby had served with in Okinawa and the grave site of an Army Colonel we had never met but have heard so much about. It was the Father of a classmate of Big Sister. We located the grave sites, paid our respects, and respectfully nodded to those mourning around us. It was a somber experience; yet, I felt honored to walk among the fallen who so bravely fought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623456404382987314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N69ZsHrAf2c/TgqHzjEktDI/AAAAAAAACaw/ND39KT2ncyg/s320/DSC01940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623456409961986946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEsez8Loa2s/TgqHz32te4I/AAAAAAAACa4/OUbhfn9PPgA/s320/DSC01941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further celebrate the day, we headed to the Washington Nationals Stadium to watch Hubby's beloved Phillies play the Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623456413178874082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwXJ8bCZSEU/TgqH0D1rSOI/AAAAAAAACbA/LIivT5JC1Pk/s320/DSC01950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623456420013866546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XTCC3hW2iE/TgqH0dTQ_jI/AAAAAAAACbI/aeWrVrM5uMY/s320/DSC01952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the first Big League game for the munchkins and they enjoyed themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUc-DaGBG7k/TgqH0ucaZyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/4KZ8WB99dnw/s1600/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623456424615634722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUc-DaGBG7k/TgqH0ucaZyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/4KZ8WB99dnw/s320/DSC01955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best possible outcome...PHILLIES WIN!&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/997920718383405739-6674428014321359596?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6674428014321359596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6674428014321359596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6674428014321359596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6674428014321359596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N69ZsHrAf2c/TgqHzjEktDI/AAAAAAAACaw/ND39KT2ncyg/s72-c/DSC01940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7140426217767134193</id><published>2011-05-28T11:07:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:39:12.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Twenty four years ago, my parents graciously agreed to indulge my wish to visit several colleges so as to see where I wanted to spend my undergraduate years. Upon arriving in Columbia, SC to tour the University of South Carolina, I was greeted by Palmetto Palm trees lining the streets of Columbia as well as the campus. I was immediately smitten and declared "this is it!" This was all it took to convince me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611784959932070530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGe6eSugHtk/TeEQsESheoI/AAAAAAAACZ8/v3V_hB5OJnw/s320/DSC09447.JPG" /&gt;Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to join three of my college roomies for a weekend of fun, reminiscing, and relaxation. We spent four days on Kiawah Island, South Carolina enjoying the weather and the company. It was the first time in 17 years we had all been together. I was a bit apprehensive at the idea of being reunited after such a long time, but figured the sun and sand would bridge any gap. Oddly enough, within minutes of reuniting, the familiarity, mannerisms, and roles resumed.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611784946781613618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ldzSv5BGbQ/TeEQrTTNbjI/AAAAAAAACZk/LIl9Fspviig/s320/DSC09427.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heading out celebratory dinner at the Sanctuary Hotel on Kiawah Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611784943991895426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_fY4po5sR8/TeEQrI6FtYI/AAAAAAAACZc/3OyIrRdpgKA/s320/DSC09430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Much different than our $3 pitcher days at Carolina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611784956029236850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFqw9NOWprk/TeEQr1wA9nI/AAAAAAAACZ0/CLWezeZh2uo/s320/DSC09469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of our time spent was lounging on the beach witnessing this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The high point of the weekend for me was walking around in Charleston. This is truly one of my most favorite cities. The history, architecture, and southern charm have such an appeal. I have such fond memories of this town and those precious years living in South Carolina. I managed to capture a few of my favorite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611785515272314722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0n3T4OWBgM/TeERMZF9H2I/AAAAAAAACaU/a5u1TeD0oWk/s320/DSC09452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rainbow Row&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611785512190900530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TxHmasjbRE/TeERMNnSeTI/AAAAAAAACaM/hmcrx260bZY/s320/DSC09446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cooper River Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611785504712870290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiPNR5LFzV4/TeERLxwYyZI/AAAAAAAACaE/IciDUikrc4s/s320/DSC09455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The essence of Charleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611784954396852866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPN3MligIXU/TeEQrvq0woI/AAAAAAAACZs/uVLNrPPn8rI/s320/DSC09457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Battery Park...LOVE this LAMPOST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7140426217767134193?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7140426217767134193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7140426217767134193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7140426217767134193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7140426217767134193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/05/southern-charm.html' title='Southern Charm'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGe6eSugHtk/TeEQsESheoI/AAAAAAAACZ8/v3V_hB5OJnw/s72-c/DSC09447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2825194144936479784</id><published>2011-05-27T23:04:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:42:20.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Atta Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you practice your clarinet yet today? Typical question most afternoons coming from this nagging Mom! Big Sister, usually without complaint, will pull out her beloved instrument and play from a very limited repertoire. As the months have passed, she has become a bit adventurous and works ahead in her book or will ask me to print off music from the web. She has perfected "Ode to Joy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past week, she had her first band concert. She did well and was most excited that she did not "SQUEAK!" Not bad for meeting once a week from a traveling director! Here is a brief snipit of one of the songs. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5504cc57ab6a7187" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5504cc57ab6a7187%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146150%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB0FFBFEF7CB3044E4FCCC333BE231614388B56.4A5847DF594891BD678F5DE0C7051D0FDD5238B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5504cc57ab6a7187%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPXWYtQls9yAkZWBrzuluplQT0FE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5504cc57ab6a7187%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146150%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB0FFBFEF7CB3044E4FCCC333BE231614388B56.4A5847DF594891BD678F5DE0C7051D0FDD5238B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5504cc57ab6a7187%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPXWYtQls9yAkZWBrzuluplQT0FE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister is just under the left elbow of the Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, the Director presented a few awards from to some of the advanced band members who had participated in a few band competitions this past year. He had two extra awards to present as well. A "Most Improved Musician" award for beginning band and another for advanced band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just put my camera away, so, I was unable to catch the HUGE grin on Big Sister's face when her name was announced. It was a thrill to see her excitement and I truly could not have been any prouder of her achievement over the past 8 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613071561835294658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wco4o5Xc0hs/TeWi2J4KL8I/AAAAAAAACak/zcfQ8uPMTJg/s320/DSC01935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--o3FrNYMZho/TeBmhxk9FyI/AAAAAAAACZU/hvjFkFGR37w/s1600/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611597866133690146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--o3FrNYMZho/TeBmhxk9FyI/AAAAAAAACZU/hvjFkFGR37w/s320/DSC01939.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Happy Gal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2825194144936479784?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5504cc57ab6a7187&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bf5ee226e3ad933d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2825194144936479784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2825194144936479784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2825194144936479784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2825194144936479784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/05/atta-girl.html' title='&quot;Atta Girl&quot;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wco4o5Xc0hs/TeWi2J4KL8I/AAAAAAAACak/zcfQ8uPMTJg/s72-c/DSC01935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4138486638511873475</id><published>2011-05-19T10:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:29:02.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years Later!</title><content type='html'>Someone very wise told me once "to soak it all in as time goes by too fast." That was in reference to enjoying your children as they age. I can only say, that on a sunny Hawaiian day, seven years ago, as Hubby and I drove to that mammoth pink hospital on the hill, I knew that our family of three was going to drastically be altered. A bit worried about Big Sister adjusting to the chaos of not just one baby but two weighed heavily on my mind. Hours later, the Moloko family was expanded and blessed by these two little dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611581046209268370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctIre676jZY/TeBXOueeSpI/AAAAAAAACYs/LyAf3bOLgtY/s320/Max%2Band%2BBen%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dynamic duo in May 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611581035351888098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFmPqzj_w7I/TeBXOGB30OI/AAAAAAAACYc/DU3Sn_Dpy5g/s320/DSC01811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dudes on May 19, 2011 ...7th Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the past couple of years, birthday celebrations have last several days. You have to have the "class" celebration, the "family" celebration and then the beloved "party" celebration. It exhausts Mom, but, the little dudes are well treated and their date well marked! This year the Little Dudes chose to bring "Poptart Sushi" to share with their classmates, They tasted this sugary delicacy last summer when we visited the PopTarts World store in Times Square, New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611581031993471490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7thASsbqDk/TeBXN5hKcgI/AAAAAAAACYU/NNI0-z5QYYs/s320/DSC01826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing like mashed up poptarts wrapped in fruit roll-ups!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least, the CAKE! This was a collaborative design effort by both Little Dudes. They wanted a Nerf themed cake, hence the target and the fondant bullets. They chose their favorite colors which just happen to be the same colors as the "Nerf Dart Tag" series. It was a relatively easy design for Mom to create this year! (Little Dude M originally wanted the Empire State Building!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611582012924573218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDoK-B67Vps/TeBYG_xXNiI/AAAAAAAACY0/Dgl1SXkuvRc/s320/DSC01879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611587615585082722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RagQplmJ1HQ/TeBdNHTuHWI/AAAAAAAACY8/e1IK6uOzhQ4/s320/DSC01872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-4138486638511873475?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4138486638511873475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4138486638511873475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4138486638511873475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4138486638511873475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/05/seven-years-later.html' title='Seven Years Later!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctIre676jZY/TeBXOueeSpI/AAAAAAAACYs/LyAf3bOLgtY/s72-c/Max%2Band%2BBen%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7832631413901376914</id><published>2011-04-30T23:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:13:30.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Earlier this month, we made our annual trek to Washington, DC to view the Cherry Blossoms. Since 2006, we have treked to see Cherry Blossoms blooming whether it be the vibrant pinks in Okinawa, or the snow white ones in DC. I must say the trees never disappoint and provide a great backdrop for some family photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608428036406209666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VASF6csrHkU/TdUjlZpVbII/AAAAAAAACX8/TA-hAPSkiMY/s320/DSC01358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608428036279661906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKACHyatk6E/TdUjlZLKdVI/AAAAAAAACX0/Z1FGGJuhako/s320/DSC01364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608428041473409138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlJKXIzbozY/TdUjlshcwHI/AAAAAAAACYE/XmgatQqGVn4/s320/DSC01384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601624052505573778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5oH4Jfjkfo/Tbz3Zabg-ZI/AAAAAAAACWU/erzw01vCtHw/s400/DSC01401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7832631413901376914?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7832631413901376914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7832631413901376914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7832631413901376914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7832631413901376914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/04/annual-trek.html' title='Annual Trek'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VASF6csrHkU/TdUjlZpVbII/AAAAAAAACX8/TA-hAPSkiMY/s72-c/DSC01358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-9030047287687199009</id><published>2011-04-30T21:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:02:10.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bead-dazzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Over the past year, I have come to find myself spending enless hours in Michaels in the bead aisle. I love to spend time running my fingers over the different shapes, textures, sizes and colors. Every once in a while, I get the urge to create with the collection of beads I have on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With teacher birthdays falling during these past few weeks, I decided to let the creative juices flow and make them jewelry to mark the day. Fortunately, I spend lots of time at the school and have a good idea of what they will wear and what they like. I have been pleased with my finished products, so much so, that I have had difficulty in parting with my handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608422119166983330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmRMTOgBcrM/TdUeM-NkPKI/AAAAAAAACXk/phFPCg1ZQiM/s320/DSC01508.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love the color combo, especially the Lapis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608422106875629986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VimBbO6P2PI/TdUeMQbFEaI/AAAAAAAACXc/Vm7E69Y3RsI/s320/DSC01504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Easter Shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608422105382198258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDk3W8aMrW0/TdUeMK3BG_I/AAAAAAAACXU/BlBm5etpyyY/s320/DSC01494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate favorite necklace EVER! This was hard to part with! Big Sister tells me I should make a look-alike, but, I am thinking "one of a kind" is more fitting! Love the purples and greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608422095686149714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6i-Kc4Mm4QE/TdUeLmvTJlI/AAAAAAAACXE/mlLT_F2wIgY/s320/DSC07882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I definitely hope to spend some time this summer engrossed with my beads boxes! I find this outlet very relaxing. I believe this is due in part to being able to take things apart, rework, and recreate if the colors and shapes are not flowing!&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/997920718383405739-9030047287687199009?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/9030047287687199009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=9030047287687199009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9030047287687199009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9030047287687199009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/04/bead-dazzled.html' title='Bead-dazzled'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmRMTOgBcrM/TdUeM-NkPKI/AAAAAAAACXk/phFPCg1ZQiM/s72-c/DSC01508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5340707326941411316</id><published>2011-03-28T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:34:25.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenten Photo</title><content type='html'>This is why I LOVE legos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Osx1Z5kXedw/TZAPb8UPHsI/AAAAAAAACT0/vWppyfvaer8/s1600/lego%2Bstations%2Bby%2Bben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588984110288674498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Osx1Z5kXedw/TZAPb8UPHsI/AAAAAAAACT0/vWppyfvaer8/s400/lego%2Bstations%2Bby%2Bben.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude B's "Stations of the Cross" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5340707326941411316?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5340707326941411316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5340707326941411316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5340707326941411316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5340707326941411316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/03/lenten-photo.html' title='Lenten Photo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Osx1Z5kXedw/TZAPb8UPHsI/AAAAAAAACT0/vWppyfvaer8/s72-c/lego%2Bstations%2Bby%2Bben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3610137613673202477</id><published>2011-03-27T22:18:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:10:19.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Sunday Afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With a bit of mumbling under their breath, we loaded up the munchkins into the van for an afternoon of exploring the Fredericksburg Battlefield. There was a lot of moaning and groaning as an afternoon watching a movie on Netflix was what they were seeking. It was an unseasonably bearable Sunday afternoon, and therefore being inside was not an option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After a brief movie at the Visitor's Center, we headed along the trail to see where so many men perished during this battle of the Civil War. The dudes enjoyed seeing the cannons, partial wall that was to hold the Union soldiers back from the Confederate Army, and the Cemetery. It proved to be an fun adventure for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588954153989780018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHy9_98gKec/TY_0MQaBMjI/AAAAAAAACSU/UX1d8DhlLbU/s400/DSC01160.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588953872382999218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRpinllM_0o/TY_z73VuurI/AAAAAAAACSE/7T2tQ7ZM3FQ/s400/DSC01150.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span&gt;Three Smiles=Success &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588953730429369618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-PYnLXN0vw/TY_zzmhWPRI/AAAAAAAACR8/aXge9cvERA0/s400/DSC01164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a week later, we whisked the kids up to Washington, DC to the National Building Museum. As lwe loaded them in the car, and again there was lots of rumbling, especially since we did not tell them where we were headed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588977786535348818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjjNahwWbvE/TZAJr2f9ClI/AAAAAAAACSc/ZjB9YgsIxr0/s400/DSC01202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Little Dude B - intently spying exhibit flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588977791081750594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeCghdRsckk/TZAJsHb5oEI/AAAAAAAACSk/GzvUWsLw2ZE/s400/DSC01204.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiles Again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588977800804116738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1AfsuEFaEc/TZAJsrp5KQI/AAAAAAAACSs/6NwjBrEADr0/s400/DSC01207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The architecture of this building was phenomenal. LOVED IT...learned that Inaugural Balls are held here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588977805363531474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4W1YF3xL5Yo/TZAJs8o8TtI/AAAAAAAACS0/pwOVi4C5ngo/s400/DSC01216.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Architectural Lego Sets - Life Size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588978840260195154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMJnaNgP7vg/TZAKpL7iM1I/AAAAAAAACTE/Ej-WzvMkQbM/s400/DSC01218.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lego Factoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588979022803737682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4b38XtLD34/TZAKzz9TnFI/AAAAAAAACTc/z6YG_UItvvg/s400/DSC01220.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lego Building - just beyond exhibit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588979199429798962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAikuEA_1Jk/TZAK-F8PbDI/AAAAAAAACTk/ff_qTvxtZ78/s400/DSC01246.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moloko Family Creations&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/997920718383405739-3610137613673202477?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3610137613673202477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3610137613673202477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3610137613673202477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3610137613673202477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/03/gotta-love-sunday-afternoons.html' title='Gotta Love Sunday Afternoons'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHy9_98gKec/TY_0MQaBMjI/AAAAAAAACSU/UX1d8DhlLbU/s72-c/DSC01160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-733241237195406817</id><published>2011-02-17T16:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:09:40.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister has the habit of writing notes and letters, sealing them in envelopes and mailing them off to family members and friends. I am usually not aware of her efforts until I receive an email or phone call telling me about her "sweet" note or how "creative &amp;amp; clever" her letter was to the recipient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;About a month ago, she was reading the "Kids Post" section of the Sunday Washington Post newspaper. This is where the "Kids Mini-Page" can be found and definitely a BIG deal amongst the three Moloko munchkins. In this particular circular, it was asking kids to submit drawings of a lion family. Before I knew it, there was an stamped envelope addressed to the Washington Post to be mailed. When I inquired, she said "Oh, it is just some contest and I drew a few photos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fast forward to two weeks ago, a message from the Washington Post Offices was left on the answering machine. Evidently, Big Sister's art would be included in the upcoming "Kids Post" magazine. Sadly, all of her artwork was not featured, but, they cut out a few of her drawings to be featured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576294928254982098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F41DHsS-IkQ/TWL6sVlzV9I/AAAAAAAACQ0/DkU0xstZkpM/s400/DSC01116.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute female lion on cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576294928085273922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbd9vNo2a5I/TWL6sU9VzUI/AAAAAAAACQ8/Iw4BdvOgOmI/s400/DSC01115.JPG" /&gt; Another Lion included in the insert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTG3xIL9uwE/TWL6tAhEoDI/AAAAAAAACRU/rU3V1VxkSLk/s1600/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576294939777867826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTG3xIL9uwE/TWL6tAhEoDI/AAAAAAAACRU/rU3V1VxkSLk/s400/DSC01106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Official letter from The Washington Post &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVFR8BVPrM4/TWL6sxwm7DI/AAAAAAAACRE/1HyN83tVLEE/s1600/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576294935816498226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVFR8BVPrM4/TWL6sxwm7DI/AAAAAAAACRE/1HyN83tVLEE/s400/DSC01104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A t-shirt for her efforts! &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/997920718383405739-733241237195406817?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/733241237195406817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=733241237195406817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/733241237195406817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/733241237195406817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-post.html' title='Kids Post'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F41DHsS-IkQ/TWL6sVlzV9I/AAAAAAAACQ0/DkU0xstZkpM/s72-c/DSC01116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6395253642206959472</id><published>2011-02-12T11:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:35:30.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Sister is most proud of her latest achievement...she made the Principal's Honor Role for the 2nd quarter! Yep, ALL A's. That was a goal she had hoped for first quarter, but, did not quite make it with one B in her least favorite subject, Science. Well, she told me the other day that the pressure is on! I asked her what she meant. "Mom, I no longer have any wiggle room...I have to work as hard the next two quarters to get "Principal's Honor Roll" again.  Not sure if  I was much help...I told her to AIM HIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572849623480568658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t1uNppzeAo/TVa9NNI6i1I/AAAAAAAACQE/MrIdysBwkIY/s400/All%2BA%2527s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572851065007855794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9Bx5gD--ts/TVa-hHPzWLI/AAAAAAAACQU/wJ0Ib5JusB0/s400/DSC00342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Little Dude B was also recognized during the 1st Quarter for his "Shining Star" efforts in reading.  What a smile!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572851061373022578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8k5sAZRm91w/TVa-g5tMMXI/AAAAAAAACQM/CHzpzxw1aWc/s400/DSC00341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be outdone by his younger brother, Little Dude M was the recipient of the "Shining Star" in reading for the 2nd Quarter!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574771741119733602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XLbno3xOoc/TV2RXLVT32I/AAAAAAAACQc/eUjC-U1kSoE/s400/DSC01066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a peacock, my plumage would be in full fan display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-6395253642206959472?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6395253642206959472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6395253642206959472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6395253642206959472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6395253642206959472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/02/shining-stars.html' title='Shining Stars'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t1uNppzeAo/TVa9NNI6i1I/AAAAAAAACQE/MrIdysBwkIY/s72-c/All%2BA%2527s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6962038613707387945</id><published>2011-02-07T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:59:12.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was Catholic School Week last week for the Moloko Munchkins. They were given the opportunity to celebrate in some unique ways and participate in some fun activities. I must say, the day in which they were permitted to wear a crazy hat, tie, and socks was a favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day prior, the all three munchkins came to me with the desire to have the "craziest" hat of all. I found three straw safari hats leftover from a previous birthday party and sent them on a mission to scrounge through their bedrooms and "special/junk" drawers. Little Dude B had a bit of a head start as he stayed home from school due to a slight fever. He quickly found some foam, shoe strings, straws and Nerf Darts. I helped him assemble his creation and I was impressed! Pretty wacky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571149202522080802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyrrcHhiI/AAAAAAAACPc/dpyenhJVl9g/s400/DSC01070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572842198848074674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlq8ReA7Dhk/TVa2dCOlc7I/AAAAAAAACP0/c8R-2TlIwqg/s400/DSC01042.JPG" /&gt;Big Sister came home from school, saw Little Dude B's and before I knew it, my kitchen table was covered with her stuffed Muppet collection. At the age of three, she went through a stage where she was crazy about "The Muppet Show." One afternoon, she and Hubby went on an errand and came home with a bunch o' Muppet's. Well, she decided to string several characters on her hat and the end result was fantastic! Love the tie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCysgcA1iI/AAAAAAAACPs/B7TTg8Or-qI/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571149216748721698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCysgcA1iI/AAAAAAAACPs/B7TTg8Or-qI/s400/DSC01078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Little Dude M! He was bummed and felt he had "lost his imagination." He was not sure how to top his siblings creations. So, I ventured upstairs and helped his sift through his treasures. I did not take long for us to come up with the simple design. With a little help of Hubby's engineering, I have to say his hat was definitely the most unique (and favored)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571149190408069058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyq-T6X8I/AAAAAAAACPM/3v-NK49mSAg/s400/DSC01073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571149196682796850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyrVr7HzI/AAAAAAAACPU/AnlbHIh9LJk/s400/DSC01081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a photo of the Little Dudes proudly wearing their designs at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyr1azTUI/AAAAAAAACPk/4B-kMO62BAs/s1600/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571149205200915778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyr1azTUI/AAAAAAAACPk/4B-kMO62BAs/s400/DSC01056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be &lt;strong&gt;shameless&lt;/strong&gt; and brag. I was approached by many teachers, students, and parents saying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko's&lt;/span&gt; knocked the "CRAZY HATS" requirement out of the ballpark. I must agree! Although, there were some other noteworthy hats, I am most certain these were by far the coolest!&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/997920718383405739-6962038613707387945?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6962038613707387945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6962038613707387945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6962038613707387945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6962038613707387945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-hat.html' title='Crazy Hat'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCyrrcHhiI/AAAAAAAACPc/dpyenhJVl9g/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2417236328721459168</id><published>2011-01-30T10:39:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:59:09.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Years in a Flash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHOA! It is amazing how quickly our little girl has gone from this wide eyed baby girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570781018969980562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9j0k0xvpI/AAAAAAAACOk/jXqULePCSXM/s400/Picture%2B005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Increasingly wide-eyed energetic nine-year old young lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571141154121280658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCrXMz1bJI/AAAAAAAACPE/BF5_WiGP5BA/s400/madeline%2Bzoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TVCpJCAaqzI/AAAAAAAACO8/uhg0NclxY3Q/s1600/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gotta love birthdays, especially where Big Sister is concerned. She picks out her party themes and colors months in advance, draws sketches of her cake design, and plans out almost every detail. She seriously could have a future in party planning. Oh, the lists she can create! This year, she chose turquoise and lime green as her "theme colors" and decided a party of 10 would join her at the local roller skating rink to commemorate her 9th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776529271613906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9fvPZRadI/AAAAAAAACOM/FGu4CY_FlLw/s400/DSC00965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday Card created by a Little Dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570774946276152050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9eTGRvkvI/AAAAAAAACN8/ACawFKjhlhI/s400/DSC01034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers chosen by Little Dudes - Vibrant like Big Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9mojnxEjI/AAAAAAAACOs/uhLpCWiB7dE/s1600/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784111023428146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9mojnxEjI/AAAAAAAACOs/uhLpCWiB7dE/s400/DSC00964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake collaboration - Hubby makes a fabulous roller skate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776530361845362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9fvTdNBnI/AAAAAAAACOU/2VnUdtdQ6ak/s400/smiling%2B%2540cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making her wish...hoping it comes true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9fvQQM7iI/AAAAAAAACOc/X4EIqR1q4ug/s1600/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776529502006818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9fvQQM7iI/AAAAAAAACOc/X4EIqR1q4ug/s400/DSC01026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as if a BIG birthday bash was not enough. Big Sister insisted on attending the school's Decades Dance. I promised her we would attend the event for an hour before joining Hubby and the Little Dudes at a local restaurant to have her "Birthday" dinner. Here she is dancing to the all-time favorite 70's tune, "YMCA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a busy but MEMORABLE birthday. She told me just today, she has already decided on her color scheme for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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/997920718383405739-2417236328721459168?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2417236328721459168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2417236328721459168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2417236328721459168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2417236328721459168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/nine-years-in-flash.html' title='Nine Years in a Flash!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TU9j0k0xvpI/AAAAAAAACOk/jXqULePCSXM/s72-c/Picture%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6719383353643303053</id><published>2011-01-24T20:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:07:09.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Big Sister is always enligtening the family with trivia facts. Her usual source is Dan Yaccarino's "Go, Go America", a book of unique oddities, kooky state contests, and ludicrous laws on the books for our 50 states.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I was recently at the library and came across another gem of a book in the childrens section entitled "Chickens May Not Cross the Road: and Other Crazy (But True) Laws " by Kathy Linz. I brought the book home, shared it with the kids, and just had to include these ridiculous laws on the blog. Definitely usless trivia but comical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**Trout fishing is against the law if you are sitting on a Giraffes back. (Idaho State Law) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;??? Did not know Giraffes were common in Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**Donkeys are not allowed to sleep in bathtubs. (Brooklyn, NY) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Trying to imagine the percentaage of pet "donkeys" currently residng in Brooklyn these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**No one may drive while asleep. (Memphis, TN) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sounds like sound advice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**A pickle is not to be sold unless it bounces. (Connecticut State law) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have never bounced a pickle...thinking something I will try real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**Chicken may not cross the road. (Quitman, GA) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No need to ask why then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**You may not swim on dry land (Santa Ana, CA) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seems a difficult task at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**Riding an ugly horse is illegal .(Wilbur, Washington)&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Who or what determines whether the horse is ugly or not? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**All traffic must come to a STOP if there is a bird on the Highway. (Utah State Code) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Utterly ridiculous in the Washington DC Metro area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**It is forbidden to fish for whales. (Oklahoma State Law) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;One must have to go far in Oklahoma for whale fishing.&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/997920718383405739-6719383353643303053?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6719383353643303053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6719383353643303053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6719383353643303053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6719383353643303053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/useless-knowledge.html' title='Useless Knowledge'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8126693015904993007</id><published>2011-01-23T16:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:58:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Sight</title><content type='html'>More often than not lately, I have witnessed this in my living room. A Little Dude heading into what has been dubbed as "The Thinking Room" to curl up with a book. Both are rabid fans of the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" series. We have been visiting the library looking for the next "cool" series and as they have about exhausted themselves of Greg Heffley and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyb2pXY1MI/AAAAAAAACMY/0WPiuE_8Caw/s1600/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565494602642281666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyb2pXY1MI/AAAAAAAACMY/0WPiuE_8Caw/s400/DSC00937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the smirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyb2VZKW5I/AAAAAAAACMQ/aIbQd2Qy0V8/s1600/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565494597281012626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyb2VZKW5I/AAAAAAAACMQ/aIbQd2Qy0V8/s400/DSC00938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like a good book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8126693015904993007?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8126693015904993007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8126693015904993007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8126693015904993007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8126693015904993007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-sight.html' title='A Beautiful Sight'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyb2pXY1MI/AAAAAAAACMY/0WPiuE_8Caw/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4168309958925510797</id><published>2011-01-16T19:18:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:04:44.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threepeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a two year hiatus, Hubby dusted off his handy dandy Dremel tool and helped the Little Dudes make masterpieces out of a tiny block of wood. These blocks of wood have been the subject of many discussions and grandiose design ideas. Ever since Big Sister participated in a Powderpuff Derby in &lt;a href="http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2008/05/winners-circle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2008 and &lt;a href="http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2009, the Little Dudes have dreamt of the day they would be old enough to join Cub Scouts and participate in the Pinewood Derby. Well, that day presented itself this past Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565504890626831842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTylNfGC9eI/AAAAAAAACM4/jwXcKdvFEbo/s400/DSC00899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565504887317776594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTylNSxGyNI/AAAAAAAACNA/KkJ45x124UA/s400/DSC00900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude M's sketches&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565591927821132018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTz0Xt6PYPI/AAAAAAAACNo/vjCeuqH6-24/s400/DSC00897.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude B's sketch and specific instructions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565594323987548914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTz2jMU1SvI/AAAAAAAACNw/aAMKB7m4H44/s400/DSC00909.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ready to Race&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565500754302307970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTyhcuFbjoI/AAAAAAAACMo/6Lm7vH509XE/s400/DSC00884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evenly matched and awarded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTymEZ6Zj3I/AAAAAAAACNQ/3jVJ8UbwfGM/s1600/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565505834128609138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTymEZ6Zj3I/AAAAAAAACNQ/3jVJ8UbwfGM/s400/DSC00885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTymEZ6Zj3I/AAAAAAAACNQ/3jVJ8UbwfGM/s1600/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Moloko Racing = Success &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-4168309958925510797?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella-story.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4168309958925510797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4168309958925510797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4168309958925510797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4168309958925510797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/threepeat.html' title='Threepeat'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTylNfGC9eI/AAAAAAAACM4/jwXcKdvFEbo/s72-c/DSC00899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8476505173549384638</id><published>2011-01-09T11:48:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:17:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Have To?</title><content type='html'>"Why can't the boys be shepherds and the girls be angels?" asked the Little Dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, had wondered about the assignment of costumes for the Epiphany Concert the kids were having at school. The principal decided that students in Grades K-2 would be angels and students in grades 3-5 would be shepherds. Specific costumes guidelines came home prior to the Christmas break. Angels were to have halos, wings, and white shirts "glittered up." This was not appealing to me, as I had to scour through Target and Michaels to come up the required materials. The Moloko Dudes were livid at the thought of being shiny and glittery. Big Sister took wearing shepherd garb in stride and enjoyed taunting her brothers at their misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of the holidays explaining to the Little Dudes that sometimes in life we just have to do things whether we like it or not. Definitely a teachable moment. I could tell they were coming to terms with the inevitable when Little Dude M asked "Can angels wear Old Spice?" Little Dude B then asked if he could cover his light saber in foil and walk on stage as St. Michael the Archangel? Sadly, no additional props for angels were permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was stitching the garland to the shirt and foiling the wings, I had a vision, but just could pin down what I was seeing. The Little Dudes returned from a Scout meeting and were not happy with the see of silver and sheen. Hubby summed it up when he walked into the kitchen and said "Holy Liberace!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562929113234533170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTN-jgkF6zI/AAAAAAAACL4/HW7zHHNjvvs/s400/DSC00785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An agreement was struck, they would wear the costumes but I was not permitted to bring a camera to the Concert. I could take a photo of the ensemble, but they would not be captured on film wearing such creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562929120618588082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTN-j8Elp7I/AAAAAAAACMA/hlgdLKRLIWc/s400/DSC00788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the grand finale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTOBEzVH_tI/AAAAAAAACMI/mhzryFVhQBc/s1600/liberace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562931884230966994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTOBEzVH_tI/AAAAAAAACMI/mhzryFVhQBc/s400/liberace.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liberace Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8476505173549384638?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8476505173549384638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8476505173549384638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8476505173549384638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8476505173549384638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-we-have-too.html' title='Do We Have To?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TTN-jgkF6zI/AAAAAAAACL4/HW7zHHNjvvs/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3508370736745122347</id><published>2011-01-01T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:16:25.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>New Jersey, California, New Jersey, California, Indiana, Japan, Virginia, and Pennsylvania is where the Molokos have rung in the past 13 New Years.  Some celebrated with family, some with friends, and others just the five of us.  It is amzing how quickly the years have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TSkycAhSXZI/AAAAAAAACLI/85dLK9zFNZc/s1600/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560030671722929554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TSkycAhSXZI/AAAAAAAACLI/85dLK9zFNZc/s400/DSC00598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and perhaps an EAGLES trip to the Superbowl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-3508370736745122347?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3508370736745122347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3508370736745122347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3508370736745122347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3508370736745122347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TSkycAhSXZI/AAAAAAAACLI/85dLK9zFNZc/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7257710128643412682</id><published>2010-12-19T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:29:02.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to Mischief</title><content type='html'>Saturday Mornings around here are somewhat routine.  Hubby whips up some of his delicious pancakes or toils over the waffle iron creating unique recipes.  Not being a big fan of breakfast, I usually scoot out for a run.  Yesterday, I found myself dragging a bit and delaying my run.  The 20 degree temps had something to do with the lack of motivation along with floors that needed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; and toilets needing to be scrubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was finishing my cleaning and looking for my hat and gloves, I heard the sound of laughter from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Men that was a bit too jovial.  Then I heard someone say, "Wait until Mom sees this!"   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...never a good thing, right?  Well, it seems the men were discussing the Sunday football games.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; favored EAGLES were going to being playing against one of the division rivals, the NY GIANTS.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the pictures tell the story best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552581870330026930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQ67ys9Lm7I/AAAAAAAACJ0/uXMySdCVt7I/s400/DSC00589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552581873891019186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQ67y6OMCbI/AAAAAAAACKE/9mXYFPSg3rk/s400/DSC00594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQ67zAqKdgI/AAAAAAAACKM/16qWugMsmgI/s1600/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552581875618969090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQ67zAqKdgI/AAAAAAAACKM/16qWugMsmgI/s400/DSC00595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud of themselves!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7257710128643412682?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7257710128643412682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7257710128643412682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7257710128643412682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7257710128643412682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-mom-isn.html' title='Up to Mischief'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQ67ys9Lm7I/AAAAAAAACJ0/uXMySdCVt7I/s72-c/DSC00589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4702639116362620820</id><published>2010-12-12T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:45:41.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity Big Sister Style</title><content type='html'>Big Sister is constantly crafting!  There is not a day that goes by in which I am not nagging her to clean off the desk(s), kitchen table, or her bedroom floor.  Sometimes she will have creations assembled in all of these places at once.  It is a constant struggle to balance her creativity and Mom's desire to have clutter free living areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was no different.  She was sporting her latest creation, definitely inspired by the  "As Seen On TV" commercials of the ever-popular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SNUGLI&lt;/span&gt;!  She claims it does wonders during the winter-time and would be a great "fashion" statement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum Roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549860922908582514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQURGt7JonI/AAAAAAAACIk/k7KleYp3ceU/s400/DSC00565.JPG" /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neckli&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQURG1DPAbI/AAAAAAAACIs/VSUKoAjzT6k/s1600/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549860924821537202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQURG1DPAbI/AAAAAAAACIs/VSUKoAjzT6k/s400/DSC00563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so sure what to make of this?  My own personalized &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neckli&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: the bow was attached by Super Glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-4702639116362620820?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4702639116362620820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4702639116362620820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4702639116362620820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4702639116362620820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/12/creativity-big-sister-style.html' title='Creativity Big Sister Style'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQURGt7JonI/AAAAAAAACIk/k7KleYp3ceU/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8042548801251203977</id><published>2010-12-09T23:37:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:32:51.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Change...a definite constant in the life of a military family. It becomes the norm every 3-4 years as you adapt to a new environment. Adjustments to a new neighborhood, city, school and church are all apart of the drill to assimilate as soon as possible. One of the biggest challenges is unpacking belongings and creatively trying to make everything fit and resemble the "homey" atmosphere you left behind just a month or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, our practical futon couches have borne the missing bolts, dents, and scratches over the past 10+ moves. They were purchased by Hubby in his bachelor days and were the perfect fit for a growning family of three young children. They were typically the first items assembled in a move and the last items to be disassmbled. They were the two items that just screamed "HOME" when we arrived somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of years, I have been *hinting* that I would like to replace the couches, but the timing was not right until recently. The futons themselves were losing their comfort factor and the frames had taken a toll over the years. In early October, the family headed out on a quest for new couches. We spent one Sunday afternoon visiting furniture stores. Our last stop was La-Z-Boy. We were greeted by an exceptional sales woman, Martha, who listened to our desires, factored in our budget and visited our home prior to buying our new couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few days since our special delivery, and I could not be happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548918600265458498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQG4EUhhY0I/AAAAAAAACIE/L3qtUozgYhM/s400/DSC00521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 16 year old dinosaur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548918903969529058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQG4V_6NvOI/AAAAAAAACIc/sKGh_UWIV1A/s400/DSC00525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's slightly younger sibling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549875092279054082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQUd_e8UzwI/AAAAAAAACJE/YDbxdQ0gcsE/s400/DSC00535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The backdrop for many family photos...the last one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549863276191616770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQUTPsljDwI/AAAAAAAACI0/efGyNvZJ5pE/s400/DSC00538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549863281936129506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQUTQB_JXeI/AAAAAAAACI8/gKqiGaE7KaQ/s400/DSC00568.JPG" /&gt;Pillows added and curtains ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8042548801251203977?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8042548801251203977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8042548801251203977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8042548801251203977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8042548801251203977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TQG4EUhhY0I/AAAAAAAACIE/L3qtUozgYhM/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7273631849339964426</id><published>2010-12-05T22:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:16:44.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe it is just me, but, with Halloween candy still buried in my pantry, and Thanksgiving just days ago, my spirit has yet to catch up with the Holiday decorating and festivities.  I decided a trip to Michael's would be good for the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it proved to be a very fruitful trip.  As I was perusing the aisles, I was inspired to make my own Advent wreath.  I was so excited to have a mission that within 15 minutes I had my supplies and was ready to checkout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly returned home and put together my very simple creation.  Gotta love  a glue gun, 1" terra cotta  pots, one preformed wreath, and some candles.    Not to shabby for $8.   Now,  that is what I would call a Christmas bargain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPxb03eFPmI/AAAAAAAACH0/LZM5nyyDv9U/s1600/my%2Bwreath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547409804815056482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPxb03eFPmI/AAAAAAAACH0/LZM5nyyDv9U/s400/my%2Bwreath.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7273631849339964426?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7273631849339964426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7273631849339964426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7273631849339964426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7273631849339964426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the Season'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPxb03eFPmI/AAAAAAAACH0/LZM5nyyDv9U/s72-c/my%2Bwreath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2607628775345806763</id><published>2010-11-25T17:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:48:31.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>What a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby busy basting the bird, rolling the dough, and cooking the sides. Kids outside playing and making decorations. Me? I was busy cyber browsing the endless "BLACK FRIDAY" ads while keeping Hubby company. As the yummy smells began to permeate the kitchen, I began to ponder all that I am thankful for: Hubby, The Munchkins, Health, Friends and Happiness. How blessed I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have been prouder when Little Dude B came upstairs and said "Mom, this needs to go on the table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544795683752548194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPMSS_owl2I/AAAAAAAACHU/bvKtknlCwN0/s400/DSC00420.JPG" /&gt;I am truly thankful for a Hubby who is the designated &lt;em&gt;Turkey&lt;/em&gt; cooker. Once again, we were treated to a juicy and tasty bird. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544795686359913314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPMSTJWZ02I/AAAAAAAACHc/up0fID4Sq6I/s400/DSC00414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought this was intriguing...a few lone unplucked feathers.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPMSTcCV0PI/AAAAAAAACHk/u0_dIDKEtxQ/s1600/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544795691376038130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPMSTcCV0PI/AAAAAAAACHk/u0_dIDKEtxQ/s400/DSC00425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2607628775345806763?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2607628775345806763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2607628775345806763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2607628775345806763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2607628775345806763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TPMSS_owl2I/AAAAAAAACHU/bvKtknlCwN0/s72-c/DSC00420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1506161702218296156</id><published>2010-11-22T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:40:56.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Items Needed</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across the pictured list below when I was tidying the family room.  I am sure to the owner of the list the items have a significance.  The sheer randomness of his "needs" had me in giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOsnFiAsAVI/AAAAAAAACHM/2mfF6eFqrm8/s1600/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542566742392045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOsnFiAsAVI/AAAAAAAACHM/2mfF6eFqrm8/s400/DSC00367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/997920718383405739-1506161702218296156?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1506161702218296156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1506161702218296156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1506161702218296156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1506161702218296156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/11/items-needed.html' title='Items Needed'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOsnFiAsAVI/AAAAAAAACHM/2mfF6eFqrm8/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1515707543697954514</id><published>2010-11-15T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:04:34.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Sky</title><content type='html'>What a way to end an eventful Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOHz2cQAnDI/AAAAAAAACHE/oubQBivDSuc/s1600/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539977133264247858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOHz2cQAnDI/AAAAAAAACHE/oubQBivDSuc/s400/DSC00235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOHzmAz8TNI/AAAAAAAACG8/3N60WJIOERU/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539976851020860626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOHzmAz8TNI/AAAAAAAACG8/3N60WJIOERU/s400/DSC00238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathtaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1515707543697954514?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1515707543697954514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1515707543697954514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1515707543697954514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1515707543697954514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/11/night-sky.html' title='Night Sky'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TOHz2cQAnDI/AAAAAAAACHE/oubQBivDSuc/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1150238478401496562</id><published>2010-10-28T01:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:34:51.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posers</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the gales of laughter are just too much to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular afternoon, I had instructed the Little Dudes to go upstairs and change out of their school uniforms before attacking an afternoon snack and homework.  It seemed to be taking them longer than usual.  Next thing I know, a commotion began and hilarity ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what spurned the posing but it definitely was cause for a photo op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TMkGZ8IodpI/AAAAAAAACGs/AdDASlgbOY0/s1600/DSC09967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532960659910194834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TMkGZ8IodpI/AAAAAAAACGs/AdDASlgbOY0/s400/DSC09967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Oh, to have those abs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TMkGZg-TEWI/AAAAAAAACGk/asCVfI3uJHM/s1600/DSC09968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532960652619092322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TMkGZg-TEWI/AAAAAAAACGk/asCVfI3uJHM/s400/DSC09968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *note...uniform shirt at top of steps*&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/997920718383405739-1150238478401496562?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1150238478401496562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1150238478401496562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1150238478401496562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1150238478401496562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/10/posers.html' title='Posers'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TMkGZ8IodpI/AAAAAAAACGs/AdDASlgbOY0/s72-c/DSC09967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-9037159342116425821</id><published>2010-10-11T21:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:47:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"It's OK Mom, Mr. E told us we would sound like ducks and chickens for awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess those are encouraging words to Big Sister as she embarks upon playing a musical instrument. I am not so sure as those notes emanate from her clarinet. I wonder how the squeaks, eeks, groans, and sporadic pleasant notes will work themselves into a recognizable tune. It is definitely going to take practice, but, I love her eagerness and willingness to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974203067742354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLPBwSiZuJI/AAAAAAAACGM/y4UP7nEZ3xQ/s400/DSC09846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her snazzy instrument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974216836146754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLPBxF1C5kI/AAAAAAAACGU/BaranU4jYKM/s400/DSC09885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Practice makes perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLPBxeAwFXI/AAAAAAAACGc/HyRD3sI1Ywg/s1600/DSC09886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974223327696242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLPBxeAwFXI/AAAAAAAACGc/HyRD3sI1Ywg/s400/DSC09886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-9037159342116425821?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/9037159342116425821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=9037159342116425821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9037159342116425821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9037159342116425821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/10/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLPBwSiZuJI/AAAAAAAACGM/y4UP7nEZ3xQ/s72-c/DSC09846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8321287970682740888</id><published>2010-10-10T21:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:58:46.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Uniforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For the past month our Saturday mornings have been spent on the soccer fields watching all Moloko munchkins play soccer. The Little Dudes are enjoying being members of Team USA in the 5-6 age division, and Big Sister is on Team Brazil for the 7-8 year old division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Dudes have definitely improved 100% from their debut season last fall. With a greater understanding of the game, they have learned that you must go after the ball and attack. Little Dude M has taken up to practicing during lunch at school playing against the 2nd graders! They truly would prefer to skip the practices and only play in the games though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526966370302861570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLO6oXNuoQI/AAAAAAAACFs/BeEN5mmjUo8/s400/DSC09822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526966380160359954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLO6o778HhI/AAAAAAAACF0/__3B2lF1UnE/s400/DSC09824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526608470817706402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLJ1H3vBEaI/AAAAAAAACFk/4OU-PEqRZ3c/s400/DSC09830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister decided this summer that she would play soccer. Her interests typically are that of a creative nature. I am most pleased as she stepped outside of her comfort zone and she manages to take on the practices and games with a smile on her face. I have to chuckle as she does not have an aggressive bone in her body...how do you teach that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526972044373338642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLO_yoxjKhI/AAAAAAAACGE/5oHQ_j6bzFg/s400/DSC09812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, Goalie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLJ1HTx3umI/AAAAAAAACFc/EoJYmSry_TI/s1600/DSC09820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526608461166000738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLJ1HTx3umI/AAAAAAAACFc/EoJYmSry_TI/s400/DSC09820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post game Gatorade Smile &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/997920718383405739-8321287970682740888?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8321287970682740888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8321287970682740888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8321287970682740888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8321287970682740888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-uniforms.html' title='Saturday Uniforms'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TLO6oXNuoQI/AAAAAAAACFs/BeEN5mmjUo8/s72-c/DSC09822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-754165747698847202</id><published>2010-09-27T00:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:59:28.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Contestant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAb3fc96XI/AAAAAAAACFM/HZ6UO6MGriI/s1600/DSC09776.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apple Pie in September? Not typical around the Moloko household, especially from scratch. That recipe is usually saved for Thanksgiving or Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister batted those grey-blue eyes and asked if she could enter the "Homemade Pie Contest" at our recent Church Festival. My first instinct was deny her the opportunity, mostly because I would not consider my pie making skills as "contest worthy." So rather than transfer my insecurities, I relented and the pie making began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided on an Crumbly Apple Pie. This meant only needing one crust...aces! From peeling the apples, to slicing the apples, rolling out the crust, and mixing the spicery, Big Sister was involved. She managed to keep her smile all throughout the afternoon and I let her enjoy the Saturday afternoon baking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, we took her creation to the Pie Booth and waited for the judging. Big Sister did a fantastic job tempting the judges and receiving rave reviews. She managed to win the 15 and under age division for "Best Pie." The only category she did not receive the highest marks was under the "crust" criteria. She managed to get a slice of her pie before it was cut and sold at the dessert booth. She was rather tickled at her accomplishment and I was glad I did not hinder her desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443779101607682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAb3PykRwI/AAAAAAAACFE/vtNwtM6MXZQ/s400/DSC09776.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slicing those apples...thinly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbctKqYJI/AAAAAAAACE8/d_eeYSky5BE/s1600/DSC09779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443323130830994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbctKqYJI/AAAAAAAACE8/d_eeYSky5BE/s400/DSC09779.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working on that perfect crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbcWO9X7I/AAAAAAAACE0/3PPJpECi-fQ/s1600/DSC09789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443316974837682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbcWO9X7I/AAAAAAAACE0/3PPJpECi-fQ/s400/DSC09789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished creation&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbcDtayKI/AAAAAAAACEs/kRSUZ0GX6YY/s1600/DSC09795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443312002320546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbcDtayKI/AAAAAAAACEs/kRSUZ0GX6YY/s400/DSC09795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crumbly Apple Pie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbb_tdJ0I/AAAAAAAACEk/KZvmffAPmQM/s1600/DSC09800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443310928734018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbb_tdJ0I/AAAAAAAACEk/KZvmffAPmQM/s400/DSC09800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pie Booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbblc1FDI/AAAAAAAACEc/vVTWwFMJNQk/s1600/DSC09803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521443303879676978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAbblc1FDI/AAAAAAAACEc/vVTWwFMJNQk/s400/DSC09803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmm...so tasty!&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/997920718383405739-754165747698847202?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/754165747698847202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=754165747698847202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/754165747698847202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/754165747698847202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/pie-contestant.html' title='Pie Contestant'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAb3PykRwI/AAAAAAAACFE/vtNwtM6MXZQ/s72-c/DSC09776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5217728829725470402</id><published>2010-09-26T22:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:50:43.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perched</title><content type='html'>At a recent family picnic, the Little Dudes and their cousin D, were fishing. Unsuccessful at fishing, they decided to hang around the water's edge skipping rocks, tossing sticks and laughing at goofy jokes. They found a log to chill upon, and I grabbed my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419765653879522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAGBeueuuI/AAAAAAAACD0/9vJJPIKd1oE/s400/DSC09713.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521422059108061986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAIG-gkUyI/AAAAAAAACEM/dXSvrDBGOg0/s400/DSC09716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521422970938294066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAI8DV1fzI/AAAAAAAACEU/MHOjPJmY0gA/s400/DSC09715.JPG" /&gt;They caught me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5217728829725470402?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5217728829725470402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5217728829725470402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5217728829725470402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5217728829725470402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/perched.html' title='Perched'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TKAGBeueuuI/AAAAAAAACD0/9vJJPIKd1oE/s72-c/DSC09713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5161992481693936874</id><published>2010-09-19T22:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:59:09.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sister's Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Over a year ago, Big Sister created a "Bucket List." Odd for a eight year old, but, after hearing her Grandma's list, she thought she ought to create one as well. I wish I could remember all of items listed, but, visiting an American Girl store was definitely on her list. While in NYC, we made an afternoon trek, just us gals, to take in the American Girl experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an experience like no other! Once Big Sister entered the revolving door, the adrenaline high kicked overdrive and she was in heaven. Seeing everything pictured in the catalog, up close and being able to touch the items was such a thrill. The store just screamed drop all your money and escape to this girl wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the day even grander, we booked reservations in the dining room for "Afternoon Tea" with her doll, Chrissa. We enjoyed the delicate treats and it was fun being along for her bucket list experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823729937188690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM8UDnB1I/AAAAAAAACCM/MihjCckHiEU/s400/File0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The smile says it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823792337123458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM_8g6eII/AAAAAAAACCs/hqCCYa81Mgs/s400/File0279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready for Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518824514035686178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbNp9DQmyI/AAAAAAAACDM/26CUV4dS1bk/s400/File0284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Sister and her AG doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518824489155902258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbNogXdOzI/AAAAAAAACC8/eLJVzWtZYLw/s400/File0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518824502340527538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbNpRe6pbI/AAAAAAAACDE/aogHpqKXs5s/s400/File0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasty Treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbNoLRvydI/AAAAAAAACC0/PwNsKT_75IA/s1600/File0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518824483494808018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbNoLRvydI/AAAAAAAACC0/PwNsKT_75IA/s400/File0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moloko Gals Enjoying Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823766663190914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM-c3xWYI/AAAAAAAACCc/-44bE80oL9w/s400/File0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Utopia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823743330521426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM9F81EVI/AAAAAAAACCU/ltqqbkii3IU/s400/File0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doll holder (inside the bathroom stall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823778453488466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM_IyzA1I/AAAAAAAACCk/cngsacT9MIo/s400/File0278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister and Chrissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5161992481693936874?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5161992481693936874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5161992481693936874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5161992481693936874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5161992481693936874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-sisters-oz.html' title='Big Sister&apos;s Oz'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbM8UDnB1I/AAAAAAAACCM/MihjCckHiEU/s72-c/File0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8159648000517722135</id><published>2010-09-16T22:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:51:21.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August Adventure #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;After our wonderful trip to Martha's Vineyard, I was worried the munchkins would be disappointed with the next leg of our vacation. It was not going to be as relaxing but it was going to be exciting, that I could guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City was LOTS of fun. The weather was wonderful and the munchkins were troopers as we walked block after block and tackled as many tourist spots as possible in four packed days. They truly enjoyed taking the Staten Island Ferry into Manhattan every morning (we were staying at a hotel on Staten Island) and then jumping on the subway as we headed our way Uptown &amp;amp; Downtown. It had been 24 years since I had last stepped foot in the City...I will not wait that long again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815656034998322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFmWbUmDI/AAAAAAAACB0/ktUUqqiieJo/s400/DSC09431.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Liberty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518816363726058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbGPiyBNOI/AAAAAAAACB8/XVUJPL1Tj90/s400/DSC09483.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Empire State Building&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815642913204642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFlli16aI/AAAAAAAACBs/5HGjqO1cjA8/s400/File0232.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Times Square - Daytime&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbGRK2azhI/AAAAAAAACCE/7UY-BhRdH2A/s1600/DSC09489.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518816391661800978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbGRK2azhI/AAAAAAAACCE/7UY-BhRdH2A/s400/DSC09489.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times Square @ Night. Little Dude M said "Now, this is New York!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFkPyMo7I/AAAAAAAACBk/B3m_l9SXmUo/s1600/File0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815619892159410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFkPyMo7I/AAAAAAAACBk/B3m_l9SXmUo/s400/File0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFjNMUexI/AAAAAAAACBc/1NWwmKec0Xc/s1600/File0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815602016549650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFjNMUexI/AAAAAAAACBc/1NWwmKec0Xc/s400/File0210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Covered Cannoli's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518814392236635874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbEcyaT9uI/AAAAAAAACBM/oMlNvoFGmSA/s400/File0201.JPG" /&gt; Chrysler Building&lt;br /&gt;(They now understand my reference to "Make it shine like top of the Chrysler Building")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFigcANrI/AAAAAAAACBU/9xEYVsvJ3dQ/s1600/File0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815590002734770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFigcANrI/AAAAAAAACBU/9xEYVsvJ3dQ/s400/File0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking it all in!&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/997920718383405739-8159648000517722135?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8159648000517722135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8159648000517722135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8159648000517722135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8159648000517722135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/august-adventure-2.html' title='August Adventure #2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJbFmWbUmDI/AAAAAAAACB0/ktUUqqiieJo/s72-c/DSC09431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4003047548513442172</id><published>2010-09-11T18:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:16:31.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August Adventure #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;With Labor Day behind us, school beginning, scouts, and soccer practices and games in our midst, it is safe to say:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUMMER IS OVER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And...it was a good one. Although, Hubby was gone from late May to Mid-July, the munchkins and I kept busy with swimming lessons, summer homework packets, local adventures, and most afternoons beating the heat lounging poolside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY,&lt;/strong&gt; in early August we were able venture on a family vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Stop:&lt;/strong&gt; Martha's Vineyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517645351094814818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKdNoyXiGI/AAAAAAAACBE/T6BY_N3F5D4/s400/File0008.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ferry Rides &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517637449544757314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKWBtOB8EI/AAAAAAAACAs/jRicejlvN0M/s400/File0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Renowned Black Dog Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517637473266229890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKWDFlq4oI/AAAAAAAACA8/F630jAvMWXQ/s400/File0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tubing Adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517637466604147394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKWCsxTksI/AAAAAAAACA0/KzlgeGYQngs/s400/File0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boating Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517632833280358546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKR1AS1OJI/AAAAAAAACAk/87xlG2-8caI/s400/File0010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Zip Line&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517632798754226370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKRy_rKQMI/AAAAAAAACAc/ON8OYL4cOck/s400/DSC00041.JPG" /&gt; Friendly "Chap"- Loved the Munchkins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Moloko Five had the extreme pleasure to be guests of some dear family friends.  We were feed, housed, and spoiled.  It was relaxing, entertaining, and thoroughly memorable.  The munchkins would love to return every summer.  Can not say I blame them!  It was a good thing we had another adventure to follow...boarding the ferry back to Cape Cod was not easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-4003047548513442172?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4003047548513442172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4003047548513442172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4003047548513442172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4003047548513442172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/august-adventure-1.html' title='August Adventure #1'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TJKdNoyXiGI/AAAAAAAACBE/T6BY_N3F5D4/s72-c/File0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5385053840301090936</id><published>2010-09-10T14:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:10:37.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Mom, we can NOT shower tonight!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why," I asked?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, we are out of "Dude Body Wash," and "We can not use that icky smelling flowery girl stuff Big Sister uses."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I was quite impressed with his logical response. However, the Little Dudes had just returned home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt; practice in 95 degree temps. The sweat scent permeating off their bodies was not so pleasant and not one I was willing to tolerate. So, I ventured upstairs to assess the suitable cleansing products. I quickly found the supposed *empty* bottle, turned it upside down and then scrounged through Hubby's hotel collection of lotions and potions. We definitely had enough "dude scented" items that they could successfully take a shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This new found fascination with "manly" scented items has been spurned by those clever Old Spice commercials. For sport, they have been watching the recent and older campaigns for the Body Wash on You Tube. They love walking around the house chanting the slogans "Smell like a Man, Man"  and "Be a Man, Man."  This obsession for "all things manly" was only further solidified in their mind when they realized a good tween friend had an arsenal of "dude scented" items on his dresser.  Hubby's coolness factor arose too once they realized he has Old Spice Aftershave.  The Little Dudes have been known to enjoy a splash or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, here is one of those videos they just love to watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/owGykVbfgUE/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 240px" width="408" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5385053840301090936?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5385053840301090936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5385053840301090936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5385053840301090936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5385053840301090936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-spice-man-your-man-could-smell-like.html' title='Manly Scent'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5188702538119691884</id><published>2010-09-06T21:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:37:14.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We definitely had a relaxing Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The munchkins awoke early and immersed themselves in Legos until their tummies could no longer stand the hunger pains. Hubby announced he would make pancakes and there was much rejoicing! Little did they know, he was going to deviate from his usual round tasty pancakes to personalized creations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978026346790754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVzPe1v2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/XbYtxT_qSE0/s400/DSC09731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978016066062786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVypLuScI/AAAAAAAAB_U/MyN8UTV7Kow/s400/DSC09729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978005140979778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVyAe-wEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/htY_pfjNn_M/s400/DSC09727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I believe Hubby has felt the pressure to create ever since the munchkins and I discovered the blog Jim's Pancakes. Jim, is quite the pancake architect and has made some pretty remarkable cakes...check out his site &lt;a href="http://www.jimspancakes.com/"&gt;http://www.jimspancakes.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;With bellies full and after completing some items on the "to do list" we headed out for an afternoon at our local reservoir, Lunga. The Moloko men rented a boat for some fishing and Big Sister and I decided we would join them on the water but in a kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWWRYaLMkI/AAAAAAAAB_8/zOCWNLUPM0A/s1600/DSC09742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978544139219522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWWRYaLMkI/AAAAAAAAB_8/zOCWNLUPM0A/s400/DSC09742.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who needs REAL fish when you have GOLDFISH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWWQ8-A6XI/AAAAAAAAB_0/SBv6xG-q_uw/s1600/DSC09741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978536773347698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWWQ8-A6XI/AAAAAAAAB_0/SBv6xG-q_uw/s400/DSC09741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Moloko Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978029300428226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVzafCrcI/AAAAAAAAB_k/VYXo3id_klM/s400/DSC09732.JPG" /&gt; My view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVzvgJclI/AAAAAAAAB_s/HdazkME4j2I/s1600/DSC09740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978034942210642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVzvgJclI/AAAAAAAAB_s/HdazkME4j2I/s400/DSC09740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Sister enjoying our adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big Sister enjoyed teasing her brothers that they opted for the "wimpy motor boat" rather than the kayak which took skill and provided exercise. Let's just say, Mom did most of the rowing!&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/997920718383405739-5188702538119691884?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5188702538119691884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5188702538119691884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5188702538119691884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5188702538119691884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWVzPe1v2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/XbYtxT_qSE0/s72-c/DSC09731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6443869233475026285</id><published>2010-09-06T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:24:01.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Twin Powers?</title><content type='html'>We were in Connecticut heading south to New York City when the kids were complaining of hunger.  The Little Dudes won the toss on where to stop KFC or Taco Bell?  (Note:  Col Sanders in the background).  While we were waiting for our order, I managed to capture the following photo.  This definitely was the highlight to the meal for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWRpTLIF4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/rmE1SWe7lLI/s1600/File0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513973457492645762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWRpTLIF4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/rmE1SWe7lLI/s400/File0187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rockwell-esque I say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-6443869233475026285?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6443869233475026285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6443869233475026285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6443869233475026285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6443869233475026285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonder-twin-powers.html' title='Wonder Twin Powers?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIWRpTLIF4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/rmE1SWe7lLI/s72-c/File0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3314208077708962134</id><published>2010-09-01T11:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:03:59.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude Bonding</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I have realized there are skills Hubby possess that I never thought were necessary to inquire about during our courtship. It just never occured to me that such skills were SO very important and SO manly. He is definitely one of those "do it yourself" kinda guys. This is definitely a blessing and has saved us a pretty penny over our 12+ years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time has come to teach the Little Dudes some of these useful and manageable skills. Both cars were due for an oil change, so, the "Moloko Men" went to the local Autozone to purchase the filters and oil. Upon their return, the Little Dudes came into the house asking for a shirt they could wear to be "grease monkeys." With a change of a shirt, they had front row seats to the viewing and changing of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512127544139098194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH8CzAEOqFI/AAAAAAAAB-0/3-0xLROlikY/s400/DSC09659.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512127521715379138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH8Cxsh_28I/AAAAAAAAB-c/NTO4GnfNccM/s400/DSC09658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512127538136344562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH8CyptD5_I/AAAAAAAAB-s/PTVXIvh1q0o/s400/DSC09660.JPG" /&gt;The Little Dudes enjoyed their afternoon with Dad and I have no doubt in the future they will be proficient at this task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TIVvffxqH2I/AAAAAAAAB-8/3U0FvUBBg5g/s1600/old+spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-3314208077708962134?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3314208077708962134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3314208077708962134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3314208077708962134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3314208077708962134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/dude-bonding.html' title='Dude Bonding'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH8CzAEOqFI/AAAAAAAAB-0/3-0xLROlikY/s72-c/DSC09659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6311616539380415427</id><published>2010-09-01T11:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:41:23.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Session</title><content type='html'>With 2 1/2 days of school under their belts, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; munchkins are transitioning from summer mode to school mode without little complaint. The Little Dudes were VERY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt; about first grade as they know lots of homework comes with the teacher. However, I have been told that without a doubt that &lt;strong&gt;FIRST GRADE ROCKS!&lt;/strong&gt; It apparently is &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; better than Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the onslaught of homework has yet to begin, they are very enthusiastic and Little Dude B came home and said "I think we are going to be challenged this year!" Their teacher has been described as the "teacher for college bound 1st graders!" LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967728480271986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH5xcgV7vnI/AAAAAAAAB-M/75zz8nGhtjQ/s400/DSC09688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967720702083794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH5xcDXeAtI/AAAAAAAAB-E/_O6sSi1R2EU/s400/DSC09685.JPG" /&gt;Big Sister seems to be enjoying 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and likes her teacher, notably a tough no-nonsense type of person. This is the year we transition to a numerical grading scale and where actual grades (A's - F's) will be noted on report cards and assignments. WOW! Big Kid stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967740932487650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH5xdOuxeeI/AAAAAAAAB-U/oh0U2qyI5vw/s400/DSC09692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-6311616539380415427?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6311616539380415427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6311616539380415427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6311616539380415427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6311616539380415427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-vacation.html' title='Back in Session'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TH5xcgV7vnI/AAAAAAAAB-M/75zz8nGhtjQ/s72-c/DSC09688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3164719687276712252</id><published>2010-08-30T23:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:15:49.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Uncle</title><content type='html'>Homer Simpson Donuts, one &lt;strong&gt;COOL &lt;/strong&gt;uncle, and three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; munchkins made for a day of great fun and lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This known &lt;strong&gt;*cool*&lt;/strong&gt; uncle knows how to speak and hang with kids. If his name is mentioned, &lt;strong&gt;*MATT*&lt;/strong&gt; the choirs of angels start singing and I have children conjuring up plans to get rid of me. His time is valued and Mom just gets in the way...I infringe upon the bonding. (He definitely gets preferred babysitter status.) I like his company too, but, seeing as I had the pleasure of living with him for most of my life, the munchkins feel he is around for their benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One overcast day last week, Uncle Matt took the munchkins out for an afternoon of miniature golfing and pier-side fishing. I heard the golfing was a bit chaotic and that it was more of a free-for-all. Score was not kept. Fishing was fun, but nothing was caught. When the gaggle returned for dinner, they had dessert with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home the kids spilled all the juicy details of the adventure. However, this particular comment caught me a little off guard. "Hey Mom, Uncle Matt made donuts with your van!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511407689408787602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0F8ORNJI/AAAAAAAAB9c/OESzsdefmK8/s400/DSC09620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homer Simpson donuts&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417096602866114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx8pgwHUcI/AAAAAAAAB98/kajD66CANE0/s400/DSC09624.JPG" /&gt; Little Dude B &amp;amp; Uncle MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511407685055433602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0FsAWS4I/AAAAAAAAB9U/7zYmokPuuRE/s400/DSC09621.JPG" /&gt; Rapt Attention&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0HGawqYI/AAAAAAAAB9s/lDYIY9owdwo/s1600/DSC09625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511407709325404546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0HGawqYI/AAAAAAAAB9s/lDYIY9owdwo/s400/DSC09625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Sister &amp;amp; "THE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MATTSTER&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0GRzoHWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3Ec3IhFI1RA/s1600/DSC09623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511407695202622818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0GRzoHWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3Ec3IhFI1RA/s400/DSC09623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M &amp;amp; Uncle MATT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-3164719687276712252?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3164719687276712252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3164719687276712252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3164719687276712252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3164719687276712252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/cool-uncle.html' title='Cool Uncle'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THx0F8ORNJI/AAAAAAAAB9c/OESzsdefmK8/s72-c/DSC09620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1340449152391940008</id><published>2010-08-26T23:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:27:48.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recently, my brother and his family moved back from Okinawa into a neighborhood across town.   One afternoon, my sister-in-law and I took the cousins to their neighborhood playground to run off some steam and preserve the pristine new home devoid of toys and TV reception.  Storm clouds were rolling in, but the temps were pleasant and the kids were playing well.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar face approaching the park bench upon where were sitting.  It was a face of someone from the past.  It took just seconds to register when her I saw her daughter running into the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mother-daughter team were friends of ours from our time in Okinawa.  Big Sister and her daughter, "K," were kindergarten classmates at Okinawa Montessori School.  We moved just after graduation with promises to keep in touch via email.  Well, the intentions were good, but, we had lost touch.  Within moments, the storm blew in and we took refuge in their home until the storm subsided.  The girls were SO EXCITED to see each other and quickly picked up where they left off two years ago.  "K" stills has the Kokeshi doll Big Sister gave her in her bedroom, and Big Sister still has a framed picture of the two of them displayed on her dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a small world!  Funny thing is that "K's" Dad works for the same organization as Hubby.  They had only met once that last year when we were in Okinawa, therefore, the name correlation never triggered.  All I know is, that Big Sister is happy to be reunited and glad to know when she visits her cousin that she can run across the street to play with "K."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510670855673577202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THnV8kqFfvI/AAAAAAAAB88/v9onVy_JHgs/s400/DSC00463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510672037109214514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THnXBV2SrTI/AAAAAAAAB9E/kE7nlrn7c5U/s400/OMS+Graduation079.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;June 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510673716035642450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THnYjEVi5FI/AAAAAAAAB9M/pftORntYm_A/s400/moloko+kids+1134.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;January 2008 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1340449152391940008?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1340449152391940008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1340449152391940008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1340449152391940008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1340449152391940008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THnV8kqFfvI/AAAAAAAAB88/v9onVy_JHgs/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8265418840370040671</id><published>2010-08-22T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:21:46.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>Cold pizza for breakfast?  This definitely was a first for the Moloko munchkins. Day two of our adventure to Martha's Vineyard started with some tasty leftovers from dinner the prior evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THHrakZMv6I/AAAAAAAAB8s/sbe-oEU_SOA/s1600/File0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508442660929322914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THHrakZMv6I/AAAAAAAAB8s/sbe-oEU_SOA/s400/File0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THHraIXuG0I/AAAAAAAAB8k/_qPegmhH3j4/s1600/File0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508442653406927682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THHraIXuG0I/AAAAAAAAB8k/_qPegmhH3j4/s400/File0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although, they thought the idea of pizza for breakfast was awesome, they quickly determined that heated in the microwave was much tastier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8265418840370040671?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8265418840370040671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8265418840370040671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8265418840370040671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8265418840370040671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/THHrakZMv6I/AAAAAAAAB8s/sbe-oEU_SOA/s72-c/File0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8220424201359103762</id><published>2010-08-06T13:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:50:22.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Forgot</title><content type='html'>Here it is...just one week after my 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and my memory is already starting to fail me. I say this in jest, only because, I can not fathom why I forgot to mention this particular conversation on my birthday blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, before heading out to my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bertuccis&lt;/span&gt;, we stopped by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;. We were looking for some shelving/storage units for a long overdue organization project. While perusing the endless aisles of baskets and storage bins, Little Dude M was practicing his reading skills on the unique &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Scandinavian&lt;/span&gt; names given to each item. With names like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knipsa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lekman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kottebo&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pjas&lt;/span&gt;, I was impressed he was even trying to sound out these unique names. Out of the blue, across several aisles he loudly asks, "Hey Mom, do you want a casket for your birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, this stopped me in my tracks and caused a few fellow shoppers to look up and wait for my response. I started to laugh at the shear irony of such a question on my 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I figured Hubby had put him up to this question, but, he too was taken aback by the inquiry. It was only after looking to my left that I realized he was asking if I wanted the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kasset&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;baskets for our new unit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8220424201359103762?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8220424201359103762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8220424201359103762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8220424201359103762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8220424201359103762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost Forgot'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3629986768210163396</id><published>2010-08-06T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:01:27.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur No More</title><content type='html'>In the summer of 2008, after landing back into the Continental United States after 6 years away, Hubby selected  a basic standard cell phone for my use.  I was pretty impressed as it had a camera and a few cool gadgets.  It was certainly an upgrade to the phone I previously owned (circa 1999) and the one I owned in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not fully aware what a "smart phone" was or the capabilities a handheld gadget could possess two years ago.  Well, this past weekend it was time on our contract to upgrade our phone.  So, for a mere $10 a month, a data plan was added and I now have a pretty snazzy cellphone.  The touch screen, text capability, and alpha numeric keyboard are such a luxury.  I actually feel as if I have joined the 21st century...a dinosaur no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love being able to bookmark your favorite website on your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFy5qM4B1ZI/AAAAAAAAB8c/eTj_cGpwLTU/s1600/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502476979401774482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFy5qM4B1ZI/AAAAAAAAB8c/eTj_cGpwLTU/s400/DSC00385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Technology Rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-3629986768210163396?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3629986768210163396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3629986768210163396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3629986768210163396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3629986768210163396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinosaur-no-more.html' title='Dinosaur No More'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFy5qM4B1ZI/AAAAAAAAB8c/eTj_cGpwLTU/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7968603123851518009</id><published>2010-08-05T00:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:50:27.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I do not get to go there, I will have diarrhea!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how does one respond to such a statement?  Wish I could say I kept my composure, but, I just laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face.  What a threat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place in question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo-bNwL6_I/AAAAAAAAB70/8UYzmAMJnIM/s1600/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501778532055641074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo-bNwL6_I/AAAAAAAAB70/8UYzmAMJnIM/s400/DSC00256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subliminal reminder? Taped to the Little Dude's bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7968603123851518009?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7968603123851518009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7968603123851518009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7968603123851518009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7968603123851518009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/08/quote-of-summer.html' title='Quote of the Summer'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo-bNwL6_I/AAAAAAAAB70/8UYzmAMJnIM/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8047447669786942663</id><published>2010-07-31T23:03:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:03:07.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 40th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501773245630261890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo5ngSKKoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4MsPnF2ipNU/s400/DSC00276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister's artwork greeted me as I entered the kitchen this morning. I was really impressed with the feminine color scheme. Usually, the "Over the Hill" paraphernalia is depicted in black and grey colors. I really like the pink bow in the top corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I enjoy celebrating the birthday's of others rather than my own. Being the center of attention and having a day scheduled to my wants seems rather indulgent. Hubby and the munchkins did an excellent job of making "my" day special with all of their preparations and personal touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister asked me what kind of themed cookie cake I wanted for my birthday. Without hesitation, I stated I wanted a cake wreck. This term, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cake wreck"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was coined by a married couple who have a blog in which they feature cakes that are damaged, have misspelled words, adorned with unidentifiable frosting creations, and are just simply a mess. If you are in the mood for a hearty laugh , check out the following website &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big Sister and the Little Dudes decorated my cookie cake without any adult supervision or assistance and created a wonderful wreck...I am so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501777181578171202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo9Mm1RE0I/AAAAAAAAB7c/7Q8LfzMYnGA/s400/DSC00272.JPG" /&gt; My personal cake wreck &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501793919990091442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFpMa6RpzrI/AAAAAAAAB8M/OrqDEPUHXS8/s400/DSC00286.JPG" /&gt;My favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wreckerators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a wonderful Birthday!&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/997920718383405739-8047447669786942663?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8047447669786942663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8047447669786942663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8047447669786942663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8047447669786942663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/over-hill.html' title='My 40th Birthday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo5ngSKKoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4MsPnF2ipNU/s72-c/DSC00276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5294100857550392073</id><published>2010-07-30T22:03:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T08:45:43.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Aquatic Mammal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A platypus to me is a peculiar mammal. It is an odd looking creature and not overly abundant in North America. Somehow this has become the mammal of choice amongst the Moloko siblings, especially Big Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt in my mind that this fascination was fostered by Hubby's introduction to the &lt;strong&gt;New Year's Platypus.&lt;/strong&gt; You see, the New Year's Platypus arrives on New Year's Eve and distributes &lt;em&gt;York Peppermint Patties&lt;/em&gt; and hides them in the children's bedrooms as they sleep. He leaves exactly the amount of patties representative of the child's age. The Moloko munchkins love this holiday and Big Sister swears she actually saw the platypus last December. Because she did. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister is quite knowledgeable on the subject of this semi-aquatic mammal. She has written many stories in which the main character is a platypus. The Little Dudes have followed Big Sister in her obsession and Little Dude B makes an incredible noise that uncannily is reminiscent of a platypus. If having a platypus for a pet was possible, the munchkins would reach Nirvana. In the interim, they have managed to settle for the Webkinz versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501754612616041842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFooq65YlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Z_tHOfbKEzM/s400/DSC00348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Penelope, Pete and Perry&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFooq65YlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Z_tHOfbKEzM/s1600/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501754606580759202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFooqkadeqI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZxuyoOX7hbo/s400/DSC00342.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFooq65YlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Z_tHOfbKEzM/s1600/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love pastel platypuses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501770568140520194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFo3Lp22-wI/AAAAAAAAB68/l9KV6BXffwQ/s400/DSC00340.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ninja Platypus? &lt;u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is the latest platypus to join the collection. It was a gift from some old neighbors of ours in Okinawa. They were traveling on mainland Japan, saw this colorful character, remembered the kids fascination, and purchased it for them. Who would have ever thought to put a platypus in ninja wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV show "Phineas and Ferb" is a favorite cartoon around this house. Namely due in part to the character "Perry the Platypus." He has validated the appeal of a platypus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided we needed a family mascot, yep you guessed it, a platypus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5294100857550392073?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5294100857550392073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5294100857550392073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5294100857550392073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5294100857550392073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/semi-aquatic-mammal.html' title='Semi Aquatic Mammal'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TFooq65YlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Z_tHOfbKEzM/s72-c/DSC00348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4925665776906841827</id><published>2010-07-26T16:43:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:02:07.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zerxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zerxes.  This is the name Hubby gave the frog I found lounging under the lawn mower. Poor guy was trying to avoid the sweltering temps plaguing Northern Virginia. I quickly gathered the munchkins and Big Sister decided that Hubby was the guy to catch Zerxes and put him in our handy dandy plastic reptile habitat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zerxes was none to pleased to be contained, but, I figured we would let him go a couple of hours later. Big Sister and I gathered some grass, dirt, and filled the habitat with water. I placed him on our deck and partially shaded his new home with a tarp. I came back inside and busied myself with chores. After lunch, I had Big Sister go outside and check on Zerxes, he was motionless, not the active guy we placed inside just hours earlier. It seems, I had inadvertently "fried" our four legged friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, I am now a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;frog murderer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I felt wretched, I really&lt;strong&gt; LIKE&lt;/strong&gt; frogs, as a matter of fact, they adorn my checks.  I was extremely proud when the munchkins came and asked if we could "dissect" Zerxes.   I hesitated and quickly looked to Hubby, his lack of a negative response had the kids so excited.  Hubby gathered the appropriate tools, I googled "frog dissection," and we had three eager students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE4v7PJKDmI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HALPTlyiDr0/s1600/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384889789681250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE4v7PJKDmI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HALPTlyiDr0/s400/DSC00196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teaching Little Dude B the art of dissection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498318859732062418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE3z3yApENI/AAAAAAAAB5s/kYP-pMsgDwk/s400/DSC00199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498320335002908994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE31Np0nuUI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lKa-VQq3wN0/s400/DSC00194.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498320315258412994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE31MgRKn8I/AAAAAAAAB50/HpXcgPKWxGw/s400/DSC00200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384875942320754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE4v6bjsGnI/AAAAAAAAB6U/_A2NV3L7M7A/s400/DSC00203.JPG" /&gt; Definitely a unique smell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE3z24ynH1I/AAAAAAAAB5c/829rczhE4ZA/s1600/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498318844372393810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE3z24ynH1I/AAAAAAAAB5c/829rczhE4ZA/s400/DSC00205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude B was all about retrieving the heart and labeling! The miscellaneous pieces about the plate were the contents found in Zerxes stomach.   Seems he liked crickets, grasshoppers, and flies.  &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love teachable moments!  &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/997920718383405739-4925665776906841827?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4925665776906841827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4925665776906841827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4925665776906841827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4925665776906841827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/teachable-moments.html' title='Zerxes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TE4v7PJKDmI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HALPTlyiDr0/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7560061240228588077</id><published>2010-07-25T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:37:34.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniform of the Day</title><content type='html'>POOL...that 4 letter word uttered almost daily around here.  It has been a scorcher of a summer in which lots of sunscreen has been applied and pool time logged.  The Little Dudes decided to pose for me one afternoon prior to our departure.  They had both removed their rash guard shirts and immediately the laughter ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quite the tans on these two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkU3myCtI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RbIOMPBbhYs/s1600/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498020292287662802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkU3myCtI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RbIOMPBbhYs/s400/DSC00141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkUffkpCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/_n8X9cqnDPc/s1600/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498020285814973474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkUffkpCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/_n8X9cqnDPc/s400/DSC00146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M's fierce look&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkT4ksutI/AAAAAAAAB5E/dfWWptnkdkY/s1600/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498020275367492306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkT4ksutI/AAAAAAAAB5E/dfWWptnkdkY/s400/DSC00144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Dude B working the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7560061240228588077?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7560061240228588077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7560061240228588077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7560061240228588077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7560061240228588077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/uniform-of-day.html' title='Uniform of the Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEzkU3myCtI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RbIOMPBbhYs/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2774472080368202866</id><published>2010-07-25T14:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:32:03.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice for Whom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shopping, not high on the list of activities for the Little Dudes. If it involves a toy department, namely one with Legos sold, I can coerce them into errands. Unfortunately last week, they had to venture into unfriendly male territory and they were less than thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister was invited to a birthday party of a classmate, known to be fond of the store *JUSTICE.* So, on our quest for the perfect gift, I promised her I would stop by this "pre-teen" haven. Upon entering the store, Big Sister was quickly sucked into this girly vortex and immediately began flitting about. The Little Dudes hung close to me and started commenting when they saw a shirt that said "GIRLS RULE" and "GIRLS ARE #1." They quickly asked "What is wrong with boys?" and "Is there a store for just dudes?" Not being a huge fan of this store -too teeny bopper for me, I had to agree with their outrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had my camera on hand to document the Little Dudes discontent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497916153363663362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEyFnL4figI/AAAAAAAAB4E/C50q6Sh58Dw/s400/DSC00148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry Up Big Sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497916565964123938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEyF_M8G7yI/AAAAAAAAB4c/fvqT2Y2NzdQ/s400/DSC00156.JPG" /&gt; You have got to be kidding me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2774472080368202866?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2774472080368202866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2774472080368202866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2774472080368202866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2774472080368202866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice.html' title='Justice for Whom?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEyFnL4figI/AAAAAAAAB4E/C50q6Sh58Dw/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8371376054542667213</id><published>2010-07-17T09:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:01:55.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color of the Band Says It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Swim 25M and tread water for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister has been working all summer to become a proficient swimmer. This requirement is prescribed by the pool we frequent. Last week, on a whim, I said you want to give the test a try today? She confidently looked at me and said "Yes, yes I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she passed the test! Now, on every subsequent visit she gets a lovely orange band indicating to all that she is free to swim anywhere from 4-12ft as well as utilize the diving boards. I have to admit I am most excited about her latest accomplishment as I am now one step closer to being poolside with a book in hand vs. in the pool within arms length of a munchkin...come on Little Dudes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551384198732738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesXKjY28I/AAAAAAAAB2s/kguhElMDoII/s400/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551395298582898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesXz5zIXI/AAAAAAAAB28/IgTUX3Wlamc/s400/DSC00134.JPG" /&gt;Ready for the low dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551390809937762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesXjLn12I/AAAAAAAAB20/LIt97zr3EUc/s400/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesYZ5UGPI/AAAAAAAAB3E/TOlOzzl6imo/s1600/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551405497096434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesYZ5UGPI/AAAAAAAAB3E/TOlOzzl6imo/s400/DSC00137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flying High! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suffice it to say, she now spends the majority of her pool time going off the boards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8371376054542667213?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8371376054542667213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8371376054542667213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8371376054542667213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8371376054542667213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/color-of-band-says-it-all.html' title='The Color of the Band Says It All'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEesXKjY28I/AAAAAAAAB2s/kguhElMDoII/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2275719348723145246</id><published>2010-07-16T23:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:04:44.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Man who catch fly with chopsticks can accomplish anything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEKMQVuILnI/AAAAAAAAB2k/GgSdo2_7oOE/s1600/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495108707681840754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEKMQVuILnI/AAAAAAAAB2k/GgSdo2_7oOE/s400/DSC00086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEKMP3EfnnI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8xuWbYq8yC4/s1600/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495108699454152306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEKMP3EfnnI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8xuWbYq8yC4/s400/DSC00084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several weeks ago, I took the Munchkins to Blockbuster to rent movies.  I was so excited to find the original&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Karate Kid"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movie on display.  With the recent remake (which we have yet to see), I thought I would give them the opportunity to see the "old school" version before we trek to the theater for the latest release.    It definitely is the epitome of a *classic movie* from the 1980's that can be applicable to present day.  Mr. Miyagi's character is so wise and so enjoyable.  Little Dude B made the analogy that Mr. Miyagi was Daniel-san's Yoda...love it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I watched to movie, I truly thought about the statements Mr. Miyagi uses to teach Daniel Karate and life in general.  I did a google search and decided to share my favorites.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Miyagisms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher. Teacher say, student do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lies only become true if person choose to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Never put passion before principle. Even if win, you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sometimes what heart know, head forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  OK to lose to opponent, never OK to lose to fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Things could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  This imovie that will definitely be added to our video collection!&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/997920718383405739-2275719348723145246?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2275719348723145246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2275719348723145246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2275719348723145246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2275719348723145246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/miyagisms.html' title='Words to Live By'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEKMQVuILnI/AAAAAAAAB2k/GgSdo2_7oOE/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-493046638831070004</id><published>2010-07-10T22:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:45:38.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today proved to be a really crummy summer Saturday!  Although the rain is needed and welcomed,  it put a damper on heading to the pool or playground.  Little Dude M decided a day of  chilling on the couch while watching movies was in order.  I immediately vetoed that suggestion.  Without much arm twisting, I was persuaded to trek out to the Michael's store down the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing beats a trip to Michael's!  The kids and I can go four separate ways, exist in the same space, be content, and not worry about finding each other for at least 20 minutes.  That does not even happen at home!  With an indoor day on the horizon, I was all for some time to myself browsing the bead aisle.  The kids ventured off, but, eventually found me burrowed in a pile of beads.  After receiving their input on my bead strand choices, we headed out to see what craft they had decided to tackle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was blissfully happy on my glass bead high, the three had agreed to making Melt Bead creations.  Our Melt Bead supply at home had been depleted, so, after scouring the sale aisle and applying the Michael's coupons we headed back for some creativity.  It was quickly decided that the usual butterflies, bugs,  and insects provided in the directions were not what they wanted to build.  They started throwing out ideas and before I know it, the characters from Disney's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phineas and Ferb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were chosen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This idea was was quite an undertaking.  Big Sister and I quickly went to the computer to look for character templates.  Sorting through thousands of beads to try to create the likeness of their favorite character was time consuming.  It took several hours and I spent more time involved than I had planned.  However, we &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; are content with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEGlEIxuBzI/AAAAAAAAB1k/WapEIjA8YrA/s1600/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494854510862796594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEGlEIxuBzI/AAAAAAAAB1k/WapEIjA8YrA/s400/DSC00104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candace, Jeremy, Dr. Doof, Perry the Platypus x2, Ferb &amp;amp; Phineas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492479909415952354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk1YJC1H-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/XM8i0PdmGOc/s400/perryplatypuscoloringpage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492479413254032834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk07QsnDcI/AAAAAAAABz8/7hp2ZneUQ_I/s400/DSC00092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 'Perry the Platypus" is revered here!&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/997920718383405739-493046638831070004?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/493046638831070004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=493046638831070004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/493046638831070004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/493046638831070004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainy-day-creations.html' title='Rainy Day Creations'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEGlEIxuBzI/AAAAAAAAB1k/WapEIjA8YrA/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-549606564925236125</id><published>2010-07-07T23:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:38:33.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies</title><content type='html'>Summer is always a challenge in trying to keep the munchkins happy and occupied without breaking the bank. I am a firm believer in finding activities and events in which a gimmick or freebie can be found. This first week of July was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fruitful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love summer reading programs at the local library. This year the kids actually received the "&lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; T-shirt" at the kick-off event. Unfortunately, for all the subsequent weekly activities we have been immersed in swimming lessons. However, we have gone back after planned activities and received all those "great" Oriental Trading trinkets kids love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEEgAxP31vI/AAAAAAAAB08/_ueBlf5iZRo/s1600/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494708217960716018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEEgAxP31vI/AAAAAAAAB08/_ueBlf5iZRo/s400/DSC00110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Latest summer reading T-shirt to add to collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEEf12LZeyI/AAAAAAAAB00/A4-y3X83F8Q/s1600/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; are the &lt;em&gt;toy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in our household. Fortunately for the munchkins, there is an official Lego store just 15 miles up the road. The store holds various events during the month and usually at prices I find ridiculous. However, once a month, they host at free "monthly build" of a designated item which you build in the store and then get to take home. So, we ventured up for the July event and after a brief wait, the kids were happy participants and owners of a cool new Lego design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk2rCGbA3I/AAAAAAAAB0s/gYCpFFIC8zc/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492481333481112434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk2rCGbA3I/AAAAAAAAB0s/gYCpFFIC8zc/s400/DSC00060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;145 New Lego Pieces for &lt;strong&gt;FREE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year in a row...Cow Appreciation Night at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chik&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A. Dress like a cow and receive a free entree. Add a tail, ears, and hooves and you get your drink, fries and dessert at no charge! This is definitely a favorite event for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; siblings and Mom appreciates not having to cook and getting tasty food &lt;strong&gt;FREE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk2qkEGW-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/BaWBLuUfyxk/s1600/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492481325418306530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDk2qkEGW-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/BaWBLuUfyxk/s400/DSC00078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-549606564925236125?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/549606564925236125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=549606564925236125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/549606564925236125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/549606564925236125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-things.html' title='Freebies'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TEEgAxP31vI/AAAAAAAAB08/_ueBlf5iZRo/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1617177357991589297</id><published>2010-07-06T23:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:44:28.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, say can you see, by my garage door's decor, what so proudly we display...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The munchkins all received "summer homework" packets. One of the 1st grade assignments was to make a banner in celebration of Independence Day. Well, Big Sister did not want to be left out; so, on Saturday all three were busy decorating and creating all things resembling the good ole' USA. Once completed, I had them hang them on the garage for maximum display opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491696268758982114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDZsqQG3neI/AAAAAAAABzk/Ebd-rlu1Umo/s400/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Little Dude B's artwork &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKb8sQjXI/AAAAAAAABzc/ZI8Z9BVug54/s1600/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491377164656872818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKb8sQjXI/AAAAAAAABzc/ZI8Z9BVug54/s400/DSC00016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Sister's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKbU92oII/AAAAAAAABzU/b5L6Vt61E-s/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491377153993252994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKbU92oII/AAAAAAAABzU/b5L6Vt61E-s/s400/DSC00017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After hanging the banners, we joined the neighbors at community cook-out. It was fun meeting new and old residents while eating picnic fare of burgers, dogs, corn on the cob. The desserts and sugary drinks were in abundance too. For the kids, there were many activities to include water balloons, bean bag toss, balloon blowing, snow cones, and bead making. The highlight was the dear lady (braving the sweltering temps)hired for face painting. She had a steady stream of patrons for the better part of 3 hours. Here is a small sampling of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKaw14qlI/AAAAAAAABzM/jMyU_nrLABE/s1600/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491377144296155730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKaw14qlI/AAAAAAAABzM/jMyU_nrLABE/s400/DSC00023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Dude B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKaT-iVQI/AAAAAAAABzE/KNtpAvKOJew/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491377136547812610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKaT-iVQI/AAAAAAAABzE/KNtpAvKOJew/s400/DSC00022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Sister's Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKZ5S3q8I/AAAAAAAABy8/M-tBgMXZ5uA/s1600/Moloko+4th+trio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491377129385339842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVKZ5S3q8I/AAAAAAAABy8/M-tBgMXZ5uA/s400/Moloko+4th+trio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Trio armed with Silly String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon sunset, the fireworks were provided by neighbors who spent a good bit of time buying their pyrotechnics elsewhere (somewhere other than in Virginia).  We certainly did not need to drive to see any *WOW* factor show.   The munchkins declared it the BEST 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of JULY EVER!&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/997920718383405739-1617177357991589297?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1617177357991589297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1617177357991589297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1617177357991589297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1617177357991589297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDZsqQG3neI/AAAAAAAABzk/Ebd-rlu1Umo/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1069511514861933381</id><published>2010-07-02T22:05:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:37:05.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretzel Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look out Auntie Anne's... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491365866860620242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVAKVHuqdI/AAAAAAAAByU/PezY36Nq-3w/s400/pretzel_original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You've got competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Dudes were requesting Auntie Anne's tasty pretzels. Big Sister was off on an adventure to Kings Dominion (local amusement park) and they wanted to do something "cool" too. I was not about to drive the 15 miles north or gamble in the Northern Virginia traffic nightmare to frequent their favorite pretzel joint, so, I suggested we make our own. I resurrected a "Ball Park Pretzel" recipe I found five years ago, and although it was a time consuming process, as the dough had to rise and pretzels boiled prior to baking, it definitely was a thrill for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491365577751807730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDU_5gG0RvI/AAAAAAAAByE/DoeoUmfZgk0/s400/DSC09939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491371312810087842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVFHU3Q1aI/AAAAAAAABys/vHpD7w-Qig4/s400/DSC09938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491365560568380610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDU_4gF9_MI/AAAAAAAABx0/47ZYpKVaFyY/s400/DSC09937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491365589949015858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDU_6Ni25zI/AAAAAAAAByM/tM1QI2KJf8s/s400/DSC09941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making a variety of shapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491373120406712562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVGwir4cPI/AAAAAAAABy0/3LNZXFZSAso/s400/DSC09936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infectious grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491368307537911634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVCYZWin1I/AAAAAAAAByk/U6qcFnHVmK4/s400/DSC09960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasty Creations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&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/997920718383405739-1069511514861933381?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1069511514861933381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1069511514861933381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1069511514861933381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1069511514861933381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretzel-making.html' title='Pretzel Making'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TDVAKVHuqdI/AAAAAAAAByU/PezY36Nq-3w/s72-c/pretzel_original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5975612057373943470</id><published>2010-06-20T23:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:00:59.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuned Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know you are getting old when...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You still have cassette tapes and your old heavy duty waterproof Sony Walkman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The other day, Little Dude B stumbled across this find and was mesmerized.  "Hey Mom, what&lt;strong&gt; is&lt;/strong&gt; this thing?"  As I quickly explained &lt;strong&gt;"this"&lt;/strong&gt; gadget, he quickly made the leap forward to the 21st Century.  He then pointed out the obvious...that it is like a dinosaur MP3 player or IPod.  BINGO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Little Dudes received inexpensive MP3 players for their Birthday.  It is a beautiful thing as I no longer have to hear the "Phineas and Ferb" soundtrack blaring from their CD player or the bickering of which song to play over and over.   As time goes on, I am sure we will have to upgrade to the snazzier versions, but, it has already caused them to "tune out" on more than one occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TB7fZJMhCqI/AAAAAAAABxE/FupwW8bMq-c/s1600/DSC09749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485067019241982626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TB7fZJMhCqI/AAAAAAAABxE/FupwW8bMq-c/s400/DSC09749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Man B likes his player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TB7eoUlKyeI/AAAAAAAABw8/u_YpBNuXmsA/s1600/DSC09750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485066180484581858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TB7eoUlKyeI/AAAAAAAABw8/u_YpBNuXmsA/s400/DSC09750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably going to see alot more of this in the future. &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/997920718383405739-5975612057373943470?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5975612057373943470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5975612057373943470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5975612057373943470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5975612057373943470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuned-out.html' title='Tuned Out'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TB7fZJMhCqI/AAAAAAAABxE/FupwW8bMq-c/s72-c/DSC09749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5864348139448962246</id><published>2010-05-22T09:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:28:03.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eau de Little Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe it is just me, but buying scented candles is a HUGE process. I spend wasted minutes sniffing various scents until I can no longer distinguish vanilla lemon, from midnight summer, to pineapple-cilantro. I always find I go back to my old favorites, Yankee Candle's "Clean Cotton" and Colonial Candle's "Thai Silk." I often ponder who comes up with the scents and the names. I am certain it is a lot of trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the gym yesterday, I saw a quick snip it of Regis &amp;amp; Kelly. Anderson Cooper was filling in for Regis and was talking about a scented candle he recently saw featured in the NY Daily News. It seems, White Castle Burgers now has its own "flame broiled" scented candle and is quite popular. I do not know about you, but the scent of grease, burger and pickles is not one I want permeating throughout my house. Evidently, this scent appeals to the men folk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476722078514654658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TAE5tqdnrcI/AAAAAAAABw0/IsaMNmWUCBA/s400/alg_white_castle_candle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This got me thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leather, Sandalwood, Balsam are all VERY masculine scents and readily available. I thought perhaps I ought to introduce a scent that is very appealing in its own way "Little Dude Smell." It could be packaged with a cool name like "Rugged Tyke" or "Daring Dirtball." This would not be a hard scent to create as it is pretty universal.  I would even use my Little Dudes for the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093732339343858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_fjPx9HYfI/AAAAAAAABwU/yMPprcMmKzw/s400/DSC09313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_fjRPaxH7I/AAAAAAAABws/TqNjGTtfNu0/s1600/DSC09316.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_fjQl1BVKI/AAAAAAAABwk/HC8u5GDm-Gs/s1600/DSC09315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093746264036514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_fjQl1BVKI/AAAAAAAABwk/HC8u5GDm-Gs/s400/DSC09315.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It would be hard to resist! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5864348139448962246?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5864348139448962246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5864348139448962246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5864348139448962246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5864348139448962246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/05/eau-de-little-dude.html' title='Eau de Little Dude'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/TAE5tqdnrcI/AAAAAAAABw0/IsaMNmWUCBA/s72-c/alg_white_castle_candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2365743534457412722</id><published>2010-05-20T21:59:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T08:02:34.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to the Little Dudes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554547381445426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_X43FdlIzI/AAAAAAAABvs/rkp2mKwgS1E/s400/the+men.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473544223351093122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_XveJc7t4I/AAAAAAAABu0/CZtUAAFmh8Y/s400/max+in+red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473549828728172130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_X0kbG-LmI/AAAAAAAABvU/ZYhiqyM0HDY/s400/Buddies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473555959035535698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_X6JQSJIVI/AAAAAAAABv0/YCiWovyHIzY/s400/moloko+kids+410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691717644233730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_Z1ncgurAI/AAAAAAAABwM/NUfk1LxQ7Jk/s400/DSC04680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_XpZnaUvdI/AAAAAAAABuk/iVHTRRNawAw/s1600/DSC09453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473537548424101330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_XpZnaUvdI/AAAAAAAABuk/iVHTRRNawAw/s400/DSC09453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 19, 2010 - Six Years Old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the laughter, joy, and smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2365743534457412722?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2365743534457412722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2365743534457412722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2365743534457412722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2365743534457412722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyre-six.html' title='They&apos;re Six!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S_X43FdlIzI/AAAAAAAABvs/rkp2mKwgS1E/s72-c/the+men.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5163744738105181356</id><published>2010-05-13T14:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:00:07.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Laugh or Not to Laugh?</title><content type='html'>I am in a quandry as I post this photo.  It can be either hysterically funny or utterly disturbing.   My first reaction was to laugh and grab the camera.  After downloading the picture, I started to envision a bank heist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT...Mom wants to view this as a "humorous" shot vice bank robber disguise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xKmfdTgpI/AAAAAAAABtU/BsoR0sZaNvI/s1600/DSC09361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470829672488206994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xKmfdTgpI/AAAAAAAABtU/BsoR0sZaNvI/s400/DSC09361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5163744738105181356?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5163744738105181356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5163744738105181356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5163744738105181356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5163744738105181356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-laugh-or-not-to-laugh.html' title='To Laugh or Not to Laugh?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xKmfdTgpI/AAAAAAAABtU/BsoR0sZaNvI/s72-c/DSC09361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-214790030081367899</id><published>2010-05-13T14:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:51:27.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>These are a few of my favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470828833235200482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xJ1o_y6eI/AAAAAAAABtM/FF0D-UV_86Y/s400/DSC09339.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blue Irises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470826909974979618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xIFsS05CI/AAAAAAAABs0/oI1f_FoqnS8/s400/DSC09338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGE Chocolate Chip Cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470826913770553538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xIF6bwwMI/AAAAAAAABs8/0xZto2244Kg/s400/DSC09354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The box says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xIGkXDTZI/AAAAAAAABtE/Yl6DF8xNi_4/s1600/DSC09348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470826925025086866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xIGkXDTZI/AAAAAAAABtE/Yl6DF8xNi_4/s400/DSC09348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Munchkins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother's Day 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-214790030081367899?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/214790030081367899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=214790030081367899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/214790030081367899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/214790030081367899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/05/sound-of-mothers-day.html' title='Sound of Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S-xJ1o_y6eI/AAAAAAAABtM/FF0D-UV_86Y/s72-c/DSC09339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6909311989800232789</id><published>2010-04-22T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:36:57.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Last week, Little Dude M was plagued by a mysterious tummy bug.  Although he admitted he liked having the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;, the TV, and Mom to himself, he did miss school and  his brother.  He decided he wanted to make his Little Dude B a trinket.  We decided to dig into the "craft" chest where we found a weird colored assortment of melt beads.  Little Dude M spent a good 20 minutes playing around coming up with ideas when all of a sudden he said "I know what I am going to make."  I was in the midst of an email and did not look up for a few moments.  When I did, I found the following creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S9ELqMjvbYI/AAAAAAAABsU/tsTq-PB5W4w/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463160642530667906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S9ELqMjvbYI/AAAAAAAABsU/tsTq-PB5W4w/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coolest part of the gecko is that his head glows in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-6909311989800232789?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6909311989800232789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6909311989800232789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6909311989800232789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6909311989800232789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S9ELqMjvbYI/AAAAAAAABsU/tsTq-PB5W4w/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6667158513241209005</id><published>2010-03-19T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:52:13.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the Irish</title><content type='html'>In trying to get the munchkins in touch with their "Irish" ancestry, I thought it would be fun to attend the annual St. Patrick's Day Dinner at our Church.  The kids were really excited and went to great extremes rummaging through drawers in search of  GREEN articles of clothing to cwear.  The advertised menu of corn beef, cabbage and soda bread did not even dampen their spirits.  Big Sister had the inside gossip (pizza was to be the alternative entree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, Little Dude M had the tummy bug the evening prior, he perked up enough to join us in the festivities.  The kids thoroughly enjoyed themselves, especially since a few classmates were hanging around.  I was enjoying the music and songs of my young adulthood when I would frequent those Irish Pubs/Piano bars.  One can never get to much of  "Those Silly Unicorns."  If anything, the munchkins were intrigued that I knew several of the Irish ditties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OLPwT_b4I/AAAAAAAABsM/GScqpvvicaM/s1600-h/DSC08629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353076831481730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OLPwT_b4I/AAAAAAAABsM/GScqpvvicaM/s400/DSC08629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK8RoK1bI/AAAAAAAABr8/3RJjJyi2GIE/s1600-h/DSC08614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450352742177101234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK8RoK1bI/AAAAAAAABr8/3RJjJyi2GIE/s400/DSC08614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK73r2YbI/AAAAAAAABr0/-DBY98GeUW8/s1600-h/DSC08616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450352735213216178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK73r2YbI/AAAAAAAABr0/-DBY98GeUW8/s400/DSC08616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M - feeling a *bit* under the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK7TYGBDI/AAAAAAAABrs/7IOMptrozQ0/s1600-h/DSC08632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450352725466678322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK7TYGBDI/AAAAAAAABrs/7IOMptrozQ0/s400/DSC08632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Dude M &amp;amp; Mom's Artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK6xdpJsI/AAAAAAAABrk/Yz8lfBFWJoM/s1600-h/DSC08628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450352716363146946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK6xdpJsI/AAAAAAAABrk/Yz8lfBFWJoM/s400/DSC08628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Dude B - Dancing a Jig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK6ZzDltI/AAAAAAAABrc/7UpSf3ll7uI/s1600-h/DSC08610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450352710010509010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OK6ZzDltI/AAAAAAAABrc/7UpSf3ll7uI/s400/DSC08610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing w/the Leprechaun &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-6667158513241209005?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6667158513241209005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6667158513241209005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6667158513241209005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6667158513241209005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrating-irish.html' title='Celebrating the Irish'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OLPwT_b4I/AAAAAAAABsM/GScqpvvicaM/s72-c/DSC08629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3557900681841995035</id><published>2010-03-18T22:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:29:12.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Bunny Ear+One Bunny Ear=SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perhaps this posting is a bit premature, but, I am so thrilled for Little Dude M. He has almost mastered "tying" his shoes all by his lonesome. This is a HUGE relief! Most mornings I am in a flurry of activity getting the munchkins fed, groomed, and out the door on time for school. Without fail, one of the Little Dudes will be tripping along his laces as we head out to the car impeding upon my expeditious process. Little Dude M has promised that he will practice on the weekends and that both he and his brother will be "tying" dudes by their 6th Birthday. Let the countdown begin...they have 60 Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450348723085921042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OHSVWKSxI/AAAAAAAABrU/3uxYc_4m55Q/s400/DSC08586.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Little Dude M's progress&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/997920718383405739-3557900681841995035?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3557900681841995035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3557900681841995035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3557900681841995035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3557900681841995035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-bunny-ear-one-bunny-ear-success.html' title='One Bunny Ear+One Bunny Ear=SUCCESS'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6OHSVWKSxI/AAAAAAAABrU/3uxYc_4m55Q/s72-c/DSC08586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3089195876698852749</id><published>2010-03-18T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:34:55.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cannoli!</title><content type='html'>Not only were these absolutely delectable, but, they make for a great photo!  Brought these home for the munchkins from an evening out with Hubby.  I was hoping that one of the three was not going to like these mini-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannoli's&lt;/span&gt;.  Much to my amazement, they each devoured their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannoli&lt;/span&gt; and claimed it the "best desert ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6LglnDlmxI/AAAAAAAABrE/QNin-wXaGyM/s1600-h/DSC08584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450165435815533330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6LglnDlmxI/AAAAAAAABrE/QNin-wXaGyM/s400/DSC08584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmm, mmm good!&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/997920718383405739-3089195876698852749?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3089195876698852749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3089195876698852749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3089195876698852749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3089195876698852749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-cannoli.html' title='Holy Cannoli!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S6LglnDlmxI/AAAAAAAABrE/QNin-wXaGyM/s72-c/DSC08584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2708091357722928682</id><published>2010-02-21T17:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:24:15.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Add Popcorn</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to admit I was hesitant of Big Sister's latest suggestion.   While buried under a pile of "American Girl" magazines, she came up for air with this added tidbit.  "Add a bit of popcorn to any soup rather than crackers."    It just so happened that before departing on a 2-week adventure to Okinawa for work, Hubby had whipped up some of his yummy Potato, Zucchini and Leek soup.    So, I popped up a bag of popcorn to "humor" Big Sister and the Little Dudes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493654473311826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4sso0v5hlI/AAAAAAAABqs/1SD9R3_dDvQ/s400/DSC08565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for presentation...looks inviting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493647954969538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4ssocdzg8I/AAAAAAAABqk/ub5JQxDo4_k/s400/DSC08564.JPG" /&gt; It was quite tasty...definitely more flavorful than saltines.&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/997920718383405739-2708091357722928682?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2708091357722928682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2708091357722928682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2708091357722928682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2708091357722928682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-add-popcorn.html' title='Just Add Popcorn'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4sso0v5hlI/AAAAAAAABqs/1SD9R3_dDvQ/s72-c/DSC08565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-565010600361132997</id><published>2010-02-21T16:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:52:57.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic Duo</title><content type='html'>Dynamic Duo? If anything, these Little Dudes continue to fine ways to keep me chuckling. This particular snowed in afternoon, they were "Secret Agents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440817907158697586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4GrD1PHRnI/AAAAAAAABp0/iao43lUC0O0/s400/DSC08507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440816046743983010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4GpXiprk6I/AAAAAAAABpk/vsPvqo1dPQA/s400/DSC08506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-565010600361132997?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/565010600361132997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=565010600361132997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/565010600361132997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/565010600361132997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/02/dynamic-duo.html' title='Dynamic Duo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4GrD1PHRnI/AAAAAAAABp0/iao43lUC0O0/s72-c/DSC08507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2168403678418811474</id><published>2010-02-21T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:33:30.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like on TV</title><content type='html'>With the recent pounding of snow, we left our cooler on the deck as a "backup" refrigerator. We were never certain whether we would be subject to a power loss or not, so, figured we would be prepared. One evening during a break in the descending flurries, I retrieved a beverage. Upon bringing it into the house, Little Dude M made the comment "It looks just like a Commercial!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440812309922499090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4Gl-B6AyhI/AAAAAAAABpc/TylUutCSGcU/s400/DSC08530.JPG" /&gt;It was definitely refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2168403678418811474?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2168403678418811474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2168403678418811474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2168403678418811474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2168403678418811474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-on-tv.html' title='Just like on TV'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S4Gl-B6AyhI/AAAAAAAABpc/TylUutCSGcU/s72-c/DSC08530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1216049961123798056</id><published>2010-02-10T12:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:35:18.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saintly Project</title><content type='html'>Research, oral presentation, and a book report. All the requirements for the latest third grade project. Big Sister had to pick her "favorite" saint, read a chapter book, and research enough information that she could share her knowledge to all the students in her school during a recent "Wax Museum" event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Mary Madgalen, "the penitent", was her choice. For years, I have told her that Madeline was a derivative of "Magdala, the town in which Mary Magdalen resided as a young girl. Finding an accurate book vs. speculative book on Mary Magdalen was difficult. We managed to locate one, but, it was written definitely for an adult. Many nights Hubby and I sat alongside Big Sister as we deciphered the text. Words such as "stinketh" and "ass" (as opposed to donkey) were used repeatedly and caused lots of laughter. I think our favorite tidbit about Mary Magdalen, was that she the only individual to witness the Crucifixion, Burial, and Resurrection. Pretty significant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister was most excited to deliver the "oral" presentation. This just baffled me...this would have had my stomach in knots at the age of 8. However, my favorite chatty gal managed to keep her composure and the knowledge flowing for close to 2 hours. The "Wax Museum" theme was that the students were to dress as their Saint, have a button for others to press, and remain motionless until the button was pressed. Once the button was pressed, they would share their knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite quote of the day was when Big Sister said "This is the longest I have EVER stood still in my life! For those that know her...that is no easy fete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436672547318300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lw4IcGf4I/AAAAAAAABo8/NquvYuxINSE/s400/DSC08464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436672556963982274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lw4sXz68I/AAAAAAAABpE/8-EDSIdF-HU/s400/DSC08466.JPG" /&gt; Her Props&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lw45H5JlI/AAAAAAAABpM/KkoPA3FMUZI/s1600-h/DSC08467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436672560386877010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lw45H5JlI/AAAAAAAABpM/KkoPA3FMUZI/s400/DSC08467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Modern Day Saint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1216049961123798056?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1216049961123798056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1216049961123798056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1216049961123798056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1216049961123798056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/02/saintly-project.html' title='Saintly Project'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lw4IcGf4I/AAAAAAAABo8/NquvYuxINSE/s72-c/DSC08464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7645962278267577138</id><published>2010-01-29T17:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:42:21.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Eighth!</title><content type='html'>Life has such a funny way of speeding up on you as an adult. If you had asked me the night that Big Sister was born if I could envision this blessed little creature turning eight, I would have answered it would take an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651243573611362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3LdgFzkC2I/AAAAAAAABoU/ae277eS1Vkc/s400/sleeping+angel.JPG" /&gt;Fast forward eight years...three moves, six homes, three schools. We have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;, vibrant, young girl in our midst. She is in a perpetual state of mental and physical motion, much to my frustration at times, but, she definitely brings a twinkle to my eye. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436658889088366978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3LkdHkU-YI/AAAAAAAABo0/JvmkD5lsRSg/s400/DSC08218.JPG" /&gt;Her unforgettable 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, began with a snowstorm. She spent the better part of the evening prior hoping the snow would cease so she could have her party. Unfortunately, she awoke to snow falling at a steady rate. She and Hubby were out on their monthly Saturday morning adventure, when heading to breakfast they were in a car accident. The other driver could not stop in time, ran the red light, and munched Hubby's car. Poor munchkin, when I reached her by phone to let her know we rescheduled the party for the following afternoon, all she could say was "It was HIS fault!" Once she realized her party was moved and everyone could attend, she was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656988623112338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3LiufyGiJI/AAAAAAAABoc/KGomhkSR_VM/s400/Kia4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 31, 2010...Birthday Party at Pancho Villa is held! Everyone managed to get out of their driveways and join us for some Mexican fare and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649297628997858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Lbu0mNqOI/AAAAAAAABns/-VTrSB6AKb0/s400/DSC08395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pirate-y&lt;/span&gt; Fiesta was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Ldf65FsyI/AAAAAAAABoM/6_ry7UfzXPE/s1600-h/DSC08418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651240643998498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3Ldf65FsyI/AAAAAAAABoM/6_ry7UfzXPE/s400/DSC08418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It will definitely be hard to top a snowstorm, car accident, and a rescheduled birthday party!&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/997920718383405739-7645962278267577138?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7645962278267577138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7645962278267577138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7645962278267577138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7645962278267577138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/01/unforgettable-eighth.html' title='Unforgettable Eighth!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S3LdgFzkC2I/AAAAAAAABoU/ae277eS1Vkc/s72-c/sleeping+angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2606835356266556669</id><published>2010-01-04T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:01:00.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S0KN8qt-e5I/AAAAAAAABnM/5xBI9dkQBoM/s1600-h/DSC06358.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to love Christmas Break.  The lazy mornings, jammies until lunchtime, and endless hours of playing with the new toys.  Well, within the past few days, I have had to be careful...I am never quite sure what is lurking beyond the corner. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423052955094499442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S0KN7hqKQHI/AAAAAAAABm0/-eCRok5tCgk/s400/DSC06355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude B is well equipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S0KN8HytNDI/AAAAAAAABm8/GRsdaVRVACQ/s1600-h/DSC06356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423052965330891826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S0KN8HytNDI/AAAAAAAABm8/GRsdaVRVACQ/s400/DSC06356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M is equally matched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2606835356266556669?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2606835356266556669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2606835356266556669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2606835356266556669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2606835356266556669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2010/01/turned-corner.html' title='Turned the Corner'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/S0KN7hqKQHI/AAAAAAAABm0/-eCRok5tCgk/s72-c/DSC06355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1390797464156168758</id><published>2009-12-31T11:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:57:24.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A peek into the Moloko's Christmas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxyOS4III/AAAAAAAABms/5zwcisk7KdQ/s1600-h/DSC08084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473896580259970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxyOS4III/AAAAAAAABms/5zwcisk7KdQ/s400/DSC08084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An ORANGE Miami Dolphin Hat make Little Dude M happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473881793992834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxxXNjmII/AAAAAAAABmc/fJfV3TADo9s/s400/DSC06279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many duels to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473360195582354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxTAGzeZI/AAAAAAAABmM/rAKSa5_HdUU/s400/DSC08087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Sister's excitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473888314198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxxvgGCnI/AAAAAAAABmk/h4ncCS-yzgU/s400/DSC06320.JPG" /&gt; LEGOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxSsdCEcI/AAAAAAAABmE/VfX6mckoNbE/s1600-h/DSC08099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473354920104386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxSsdCEcI/AAAAAAAABmE/VfX6mckoNbE/s400/DSC08099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoo Hoo...The #1 Wish List Present &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxRpOSo2I/AAAAAAAABl0/yVQHXacqLbA/s1600-h/DSC08149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421473336873100130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxRpOSo2I/AAAAAAAABl0/yVQHXacqLbA/s400/DSC08149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Euphoria=American Girl Gift Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzU7x6TKHI/AAAAAAAABls/lB1ja8splOU/s1600-h/DSC06292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421442174922467442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzU7x6TKHI/AAAAAAAABls/lB1ja8splOU/s400/DSC06292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thumbs up from the B Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas 2009 was FABULOUS!&lt;/strong&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/997920718383405739-1390797464156168758?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1390797464156168758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1390797464156168758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1390797464156168758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1390797464156168758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-joy.html' title='Christmas Joy!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SzzxyOS4III/AAAAAAAABms/5zwcisk7KdQ/s72-c/DSC08084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8139072708999425871</id><published>2009-12-20T22:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:17:50.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard Fun</title><content type='html'>We were pummeled with a tremendous snow storm this past weekend.  Friday afternoon, I found myself in a horrendous line at the grocery store buying essentials and baking items. After picking up the munchkins from school we made a mad search all over town (four stores) in search of "snow boots." We lucked out in that two of the three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; siblings ended up with boots. Little Dude B...still on the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in our wildest imagination did I think we were truly going to get 20 inches of white powder. Well, the weather man actually got it right this time...22 inches on our deck! It was a good 24 hours of continual snowflakes.   The whole clan headed outside for some sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7rjQIMKyI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rj91rmSkPLo/s1600-h/DSC07963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417526392630553378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7rjQIMKyI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rj91rmSkPLo/s400/DSC07963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our improvised sled...BIG mixing tub from Home Depot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417525000454736946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qSN3nDDI/AAAAAAAABlE/NcIDpBUiQOA/s400/DSC07983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417524989003646802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qRjNdR1I/AAAAAAAABk8/TLYTI6caa3M/s400/DSC07992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417525006334009170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qSjxVn1I/AAAAAAAABlM/4KOd0CWAvJs/s400/DSC07985.JPG" /&gt; B Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qRczBuCI/AAAAAAAABk0/NKWpOT6EElw/s1600-h/DSC07998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417524987282176034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qRczBuCI/AAAAAAAABk0/NKWpOT6EElw/s400/DSC07998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qQwlT3MI/AAAAAAAABks/4CNfxbkL7cU/s1600-h/DSC08003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417524975413484738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7qQwlT3MI/AAAAAAAABks/4CNfxbkL7cU/s400/DSC08003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Sister&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/997920718383405739-8139072708999425871?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8139072708999425871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8139072708999425871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8139072708999425871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8139072708999425871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/12/blizzard-fun.html' title='Blizzard Fun'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy7rjQIMKyI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rj91rmSkPLo/s72-c/DSC07963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7041241557490441376</id><published>2009-12-19T12:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:23:37.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Straws to the Rescue</title><content type='html'>It is a daily struggle to get the Little Dudes to finish their milk. After numerous reminders to "finish their milk" the other night, Little Dude M ran to the drawer and pulled out two crazy straws. Little Dude B proposes a race to the finish.  Just as I was turning the camera on, I hear them both chant "Mark, Set, Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I am not sure as to how the crazy straws actually arrived in the Moloko household.  I certainly would never buy such a "cool" item as they are a bear to wash, so, that leads me to believe that they were a treat from a birthday party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NOFmgKcI/AAAAAAAABkk/OcpYnWAzZcA/s1600-h/DSC07929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000462469573058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NOFmgKcI/AAAAAAAABkk/OcpYnWAzZcA/s400/DSC07929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Checking out his competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NNzA8ghI/AAAAAAAABkc/4RBjJS-GQVA/s1600-h/DSC07930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000457480208914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NNzA8ghI/AAAAAAAABkc/4RBjJS-GQVA/s400/DSC07930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the winner is.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000448819444066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NNSwDuWI/AAAAAAAABkU/SvEVhglPWYI/s400/DSC07934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Little Dude M's victory dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something tells me that there will be many milk racing competitions to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7041241557490441376?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7041241557490441376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7041241557490441376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7041241557490441376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7041241557490441376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-straws-to-rescue.html' title='Crazy Straws to the Rescue'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sy0NOFmgKcI/AAAAAAAABkk/OcpYnWAzZcA/s72-c/DSC07929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-330176388561490505</id><published>2009-12-12T20:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:07:02.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say cats always land on their feet. I wish Little Dude B had some feline landing skills. Poor guy, he always manages to take the brunt of his falls on his nose. This week as he was waiting for me to pull up in the "car pool line" to pick him up from school, he took a bit of a tumble. A classmate was playing around with him, grabbed him, and swung him around. He lost his balance and now has the outline of Sweden on his nose. He was escorted to the car by a teacher, with a scraped face and bloody mouth, and lots of tears. He was most indignant about the lack of an apology. Evidently, the classmate headed to her car after he fell and had no idea he was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of bruising on the gum line and his two permanent teeth coming in, I was concerned. So, before returning to the comfort of home, I whisked him off to the Dentist. With x-rays taken and a trip to the treasure box, he was sent on his way with a "thumbs up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to school the next morning, he received more attention than I think he expected. Big Sister kept telling everyone he got in a fight with the sidewalk and won. My favorite question was "Did you have chocolate ice-cream for breakfast?" He was most pleased with the young lady's apology. B man told me that "It is a good thing she is so pretty." I guess that made it easier to forgive her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With several days of healing behind him, he actually thinks he looks pretty tough now. He said he feels like a "Wounded Marine." I have to chuckle though, he is very diligent in making sure that Hydrogen Peroxide and Neosporin are applied generously. Mr. Vanity does not want a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414535418150005106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyRLRn6aKXI/AAAAAAAABj0/UPH0RDHU86Y/s400/DSC07867.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is his first "nose" injury...just days before turning 2! He fell off the jungle gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyRMs1k-ZQI/AAAAAAAABkM/K1G3uybUFe0/s1600-h/moloko+kids+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414536985186297090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyRMs1k-ZQI/AAAAAAAABkM/K1G3uybUFe0/s400/moloko+kids+129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-330176388561490505?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/330176388561490505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=330176388561490505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/330176388561490505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/330176388561490505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/12/follow-your-nose.html' title='Follow your Nose'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyRLRn6aKXI/AAAAAAAABj0/UPH0RDHU86Y/s72-c/DSC07867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1647909570108143660</id><published>2009-12-10T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:20:43.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta Place</title><content type='html'>On a recent hike through Prince William Forest Park with the munchkins, I took the photo below.  I can honestly say, this is indeed the first time I have ever noted a fire hydrant in the midst of trees, leaves, creeks, and trails.  Perhaps a precautionary measure for a forest fire?  It just looked a bit out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyGUPwVCU5I/AAAAAAAABjs/oFnwj1Im0xk/s1600-h/DSC07771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413771225468130194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyGUPwVCU5I/AAAAAAAABjs/oFnwj1Im0xk/s400/DSC07771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1647909570108143660?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1647909570108143660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1647909570108143660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1647909570108143660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1647909570108143660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/12/outta-place.html' title='Outta Place'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SyGUPwVCU5I/AAAAAAAABjs/oFnwj1Im0xk/s72-c/DSC07771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-3614325046125296773</id><published>2009-11-22T21:40:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:16:44.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Museums a Plenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sxc0NttyFHI/AAAAAAAABjc/uKISJaXvwyk/s1600-h/DSC07618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past month has been one of intrigue, fascination, and admiration. Science, Religion and Politics have been discussion topics at the dinner table as three very iconic individuals have made an impression on the munchkins. Ben Franklin, Pope John Paul II, and Thomas Jefferson. We have had the opportunity to visit the Franklin Science Institute in Philadelphia, the John Paul II Cultural Center in Washington, DC and Thomas Jefferson's Monticello home, in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Charlottesville&lt;/span&gt;, VA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850891327377842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sxc0N74skbI/AAAAAAAABjk/GcRTCP9MmCw/s400/DSC07617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man B is a HUGE fan of Ben Franklin and his Institute.  This is our second visit and he wanted a picture with this famous BEN!   The statue is called "The Franklin" which sits just inside the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125001249195410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Swn3iluXhZI/AAAAAAAABio/mJGdZG-pdsU/s400/DSC07621.JPG" /&gt;We went to the Institute to view the traveling exhibit entitled "BODY WORLDS."    BODY WORLDS is a one of a kind exhibit.  It involves human specimens who have been preserved by a process of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Plastination&lt;/span&gt; invented by Dr. Gunter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hagens&lt;/span&gt;.  Several family members who had recently seen the exhibit thought it would be worth the time and money to share with the munchkins.  It was an absolutely amazing exhibit and so educational for everyone.  It just makes one realize how intricate and fragile the human body is constructed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407123953470027938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Swn2lmcWOKI/AAAAAAAABig/cMV5MEm5Wno/s400/DSC07651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eager for a family activity on a dreary Saturday, we headed up to the Pope John Paul II Cultural Center in Washington, DC.  We thoroughly enjoyed the collection of Papal items, gifts received from all over the world, and his life story depicted throughout the Center.  It is a wonderful tribute to a truly amazing man.  The boys really liked the replica of the Swiss Guard in the display case.  They both thought the uniform was cool!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410083860935098802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SxR6m5AcQbI/AAAAAAAABjU/eHT7PEAMyh8/s400/LT+%26+TJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the pleasure of  joining Big Sister on her field trip to Monticello.  Here she is with Thomas Jefferson.  Not sure whose hands are on his shoulders...one of those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; male classmates perhaps?  Walking the grounds of Monticello, hearing personal anecdotes of Jefferson as a private citizen, and learning about his many interests gave me a greater appreciation for our 3rd President. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410083036157745042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SxR524eMl5I/AAAAAAAABjE/pf_c719Vu2k/s400/DSC07694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The house that Jefferson built   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410083043913624978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SxR53VXV7ZI/AAAAAAAABjM/Ybak_DqfpQc/s400/DSC07687.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Sister sitting in a Jefferson chair&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/997920718383405739-3614325046125296773?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/3614325046125296773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=3614325046125296773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3614325046125296773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/3614325046125296773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/11/museums.html' title='Museums a Plenty'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sxc0N74skbI/AAAAAAAABjk/GcRTCP9MmCw/s72-c/DSC07617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4460049314501140856</id><published>2009-11-22T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:39:53.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuuming, Dangerous?</title><content type='html'>I am brutal on vacuums.  In the past twelve years of marital bliss, I have literally blown through four vacuums.  Perhaps it is a sign I vacuum too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Monday, after assembling my new "Dirt  Devil" I was motivated to hit this house from top to bottom...it had been a few days and the lint was starting to appear.  As I went from the mid-level of our three story townhouse, I pulled the cord (it was not plugged in) to tackle the lower level.  I looked back to see where the cord was only to turn just as the plug connected with my right eye socket.  I thought nothing of it until I looked in the mirror and noted a knot emerging from my side profile.  Ice was applied and it was not until later that afternoon that I noticed the colorful sign of a black eye appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the vacuum won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SwnxUHqugtI/AAAAAAAABiY/W4quO-aeZI0/s1600/DSC07645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407118155592925906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SwnxUHqugtI/AAAAAAAABiY/W4quO-aeZI0/s400/DSC07645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SwnxT-m9VDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NulDpuPYwJc/s1600/DSC07644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407118153161200690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SwnxT-m9VDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NulDpuPYwJc/s400/DSC07644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-4460049314501140856?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4460049314501140856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4460049314501140856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4460049314501140856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4460049314501140856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/11/vacuuming-dangerous.html' title='Vacuuming, Dangerous?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SwnxUHqugtI/AAAAAAAABiY/W4quO-aeZI0/s72-c/DSC07645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-677839929646816160</id><published>2009-11-01T21:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:51:20.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided what the Little Dudes would "be" for Halloween. For weeks, I was getting non-committal responses to "What would you like to be this year?" We had received several costume catalogs and perused the Internet, but nothing seemed to excite them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly remembered a costume I had seen in some searches months ago and was eager to present my suggestion. The Little Dudes seemed a bit hesitant, but, when I stated we could make the Lego bricks in their color choice they agreed. Seeing as most of their free time is spent immersed in Legos, I could see nothing more fitting for them to portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby gets ALL the credit for implementing my idea. I had gathered some boxes and purchased the 1 lb tubs from the Commissary Deli. The lady working the counter was perplexed by my request for a dozen empty containers. Not a common request, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes received numerous compliments which pleased the Little Dudes. However, they complained that a box-shaped costume was not so "comfortable." The back of the boxes kept coming un-velcroed if they walked at an accelerated pace. I tried making an analogy of women wearing heels. (They look good yet they are not the most comfortable). Not convinced, Little Dude B stated: "This costume is dumb but it looks cool! Everybody knows what were are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333645431040242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su5JV_e7aPI/AAAAAAAABho/TSKcEFgayd8/s400/DSC07484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333638757427586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su5JVmn0KYI/AAAAAAAABhg/6Ll7Ye7NNls/s400/DSC07500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333635338675010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su5JVZ4uI0I/AAAAAAAABhY/ypZa7jWJ60I/s400/DSC07501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399330350424744434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su5GWMoNYfI/AAAAAAAABhA/IBdVApKjJg0/s400/DSC07503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister is such an old soul. She is not fond of ghoulish attire and trying to get her to be a"Sleestack" was futile. She was content to dig through her dress-up box and decided to use her favorite Poodle skirt. New bobby socks and a striped shirt was all we needed to complete "the look." She agreed that her 8th Halloween was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399703599181645186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su-Z0ImexYI/AAAAAAAABiA/nhSC7jfqksA/s400/DSC07478.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our 50's gal&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/997920718383405739-677839929646816160?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/677839929646816160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=677839929646816160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/677839929646816160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/677839929646816160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su5JV_e7aPI/AAAAAAAABho/TSKcEFgayd8/s72-c/DSC07484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-553100447809440718</id><published>2009-10-31T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:44:43.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieced Together</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, my neighbor casually asked me if the Moloko siblings would be interested in some Playmobile.  Her children are quickly moving into their teen years and were in need of extra closet space.  I myself am a HUGE Playmobile fan and quickly responded with a big YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later the doorbell rang and beyond the two paper boxes and Rubbermaid containers stood my neighbor.   She mentioned that there was some pieces to a castle, a sheriff's office, and some horses.  Her only request was that if we found the Nativity pieces that we return those along with the Rubbermaid containers.  Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the kids were eager to get started as was I.  It was a daunting task though...no directions included.  The items in the boxes were scattered, so, trying to determine which pieces went to which set was difficult.  Luckily, we have a Playmobile catalog in the house and quickly determined that we had a lodge and an airplane in our possesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399196261971619554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3MZONvbuI/AAAAAAAABfw/caRhi0xwx_A/s400/DSC07213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yikes, where to begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NOeQ75-I/AAAAAAAABgQ/wz6rwtDATUs/s1600-h/DSC07218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197176813053922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NOeQ75-I/AAAAAAAABgQ/wz6rwtDATUs/s400/DSC07218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Airplane was Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NN_hh3eI/AAAAAAAABgI/rvYarnlq5mM/s1600-h/DSC07214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197168561151458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NN_hh3eI/AAAAAAAABgI/rvYarnlq5mM/s400/DSC07214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorting in progress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NNh7KQHI/AAAAAAAABgA/fDPa6F7Gync/s1600-h/DSC07215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197160615592050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3NNh7KQHI/AAAAAAAABgA/fDPa6F7Gync/s400/DSC07215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Castle pieces, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399196262502129346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3MZQMOXsI/AAAAAAAABf4/7dKBeCSnrso/s400/DSC07219.JPG" /&gt; I completely understand Little Dude B's frustration.   He is working on the Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3MYcIyBWI/AAAAAAAABfg/FNJbeVk2_mk/s1600-h/DSC07306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399196248529044834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3MYcIyBWI/AAAAAAAABfg/FNJbeVk2_mk/s400/DSC07306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After three days of scouring the Internet for pictures and guides we managed to put five completely different sets together.  During this process, I discovered that four of the five sets are retired and worth a small fortune in the Ebay and Craigslist Worlds.  Just out of curiosity, I called and spoke with a Playmobile representative about obtaining directions to our *new* sets.  She stated that I could purchase directions if so desired.  I declined.  Heck, with a little bit of searching, willing children, and a rainy weekend, we made the clutter disappear.  Sadly, there are some mystery pieces remaining.  It will just have to wait until the next unscheduled rain day weekend.&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/997920718383405739-553100447809440718?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/553100447809440718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=553100447809440718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/553100447809440718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/553100447809440718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/pieced-together.html' title='Pieced Together'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su3MZONvbuI/AAAAAAAABfw/caRhi0xwx_A/s72-c/DSC07213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-920119532914879885</id><published>2009-10-31T22:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:34:41.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Disappoints</title><content type='html'>So many memories of my childhood, teen years, and early adulthood are centered in and around Quantico, Virginia.  Fall was always my favorite season as the tree lined entrance and exit to the base were just breathtaking once the temps cooled and the leaves began their metamorphosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent discussion with my grandfather, I shared with him that although Quantico has changed in appearance over the years, I can always count on the treeline behind my beloved preschool to bring back the sights and smells of fall!   It never disappoints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399258165720733602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su4EsfppV6I/AAAAAAAABgY/5ZKn6nnCWYc/s400/DSC07360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite treeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su4Gg81r4SI/AAAAAAAABg4/CkUu8oEimBs/s1600-h/DSC07357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399260166420685090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su4Gg81r4SI/AAAAAAAABg4/CkUu8oEimBs/s400/DSC07357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Red Hut" - My preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-920119532914879885?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/920119532914879885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=920119532914879885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/920119532914879885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/920119532914879885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-never-disappoints.html' title='It Never Disappoints'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Su4EsfppV6I/AAAAAAAABgY/5ZKn6nnCWYc/s72-c/DSC07360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1168104837914127213</id><published>2009-10-24T18:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:59:54.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-A-G-L-E-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over the years, I have humored Hubby's allegiance to his beloved Philadelphia Eagles. I typically jump on the bandwagon and cheer towards the playoffs. I realized just last weekend how I have become a fan in my own right. Hubby was in Okinawa, it was raining outside, so, I turned the game on and watched with the kids. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would have taken so much pleasure, without Hubby present. Sadly, the Eagles did not win, but, I have came to realize that I REALLY like watching Football. Perhaps it is viewing the game on our new 50" TV rather than the 19" we have had for the past 11+years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About two weeks ago, we headed to the Philadelphia area to visit with family and friends. A quick trip to the local Target for missing odds and ends not packed, provided an opportunity to peruse a multitude of Eagles &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paraphrenalia&lt;/span&gt;. The kids enjoyed the selection and enjoyed modeling the unique items not found here in Redskins country.   Hubby finally bought me a t-shirt so I too can show my Eagles pride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396292881222729474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuN7yOE__wI/AAAAAAAABaA/jGeJVzDp9-s/s400/DSC07054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396292689479197058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuN7nDxx4YI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sulNxoSE7lE/s400/DSC07050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396292213428387346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuN7LWWa_hI/AAAAAAAABZw/4aO4Mz7fkBI/s400/DSC07056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1168104837914127213?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1168104837914127213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1168104837914127213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1168104837914127213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1168104837914127213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-g-l-e-s.html' title='E-A-G-L-E-S'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuN7yOE__wI/AAAAAAAABaA/jGeJVzDp9-s/s72-c/DSC07054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6179349475352974315</id><published>2009-10-23T22:03:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:16:25.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diorama Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first major 3rd grade "project" of the year was assigned, you know...the one with three weeks notice and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lengthy&lt;/span&gt; instruction sheet. Big Sister was to create an animal habitat diorama in which two animals and two plants are found. The students have been assigned two U.S. states to feature in all projects throughout the year. She chose to highlight her former home of Hawaii vs. New York. Sounds simple enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii seemed like the easy choice until were started our brainstorming. She had to determine whether to include &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indigenous&lt;/span&gt; or endemic creatures, whether to select the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rain forest&lt;/span&gt;, volcanic, ocean, mountain, or red dirt landforms. After much debate, sketches rendered and research completed, she chose to highlight those plants most associated with Hawaii: Pineapple and Sugar Cane. As for the animals, she chose the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; bird (State bird)and the Mongoose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our visions, that would be Hubby, Big Sister, and me, we embarked upon the creation of the diorama. It definitely was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;collaborative&lt;/span&gt; effort trying to incorporate all the necessary information in 3D form. It was not an easy task trying to highlight the chosen plants and animals while revealing the water, food, and shelters &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; for survival. Oh, extra points were to be awarded for creativity. No pressure, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister definitely earned those creativity points. The bread twist ties, coffee stir sticks, fennel seeds, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; bullet packaging, rice paper, paint, model magic and stamps helped to create her Hawaiian habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some interesting facts learned along the way.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meerkats&lt;/span&gt; are part of the Mongoose Family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mongoose fur is used to make paint brushes&lt;br /&gt;3. The rarest bird in the world is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; Bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395983023797740114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJh-JOAolI/AAAAAAAABZc/hbunMULN9KQ/s400/DSC07048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Painting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt;...resembling red dirt for plants.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJiH3sFGYI/AAAAAAAABZk/KZSVOfwtjxk/s1600-h/DSC07046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395983190890715522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJiH3sFGYI/AAAAAAAABZk/KZSVOfwtjxk/s400/DSC07046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Model magic...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJh97AHhAI/AAAAAAAABZU/CRzD1KloCGU/s1600-h/DSC07023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395983019981374466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJh97AHhAI/AAAAAAAABZU/CRzD1KloCGU/s400/DSC07023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stamped palm trees for the background. Coloring the branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhqrvOpaI/AAAAAAAABZM/Zv7NrYks30Y/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395982689466492322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhqrvOpaI/AAAAAAAABZM/Zv7NrYks30Y/s400/DSC07128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stamped Pineapples &amp;amp; stamped Geckos in the fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhqObKEII/AAAAAAAABZE/jojkik-P7H8/s1600-h/DSC07129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395982681597677698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhqObKEII/AAAAAAAABZE/jojkik-P7H8/s400/DSC07129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Model Magic Mongoose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhXq9keKI/AAAAAAAABY8/4ABirJd4ctM/s1600-h/DSC07126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395982362840692898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJhXq9keKI/AAAAAAAABY8/4ABirJd4ctM/s400/DSC07126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished project&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/997920718383405739-6179349475352974315?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6179349475352974315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6179349475352974315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6179349475352974315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6179349475352974315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/diorama-days.html' title='Diorama Days'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SuJh-JOAolI/AAAAAAAABZc/hbunMULN9KQ/s72-c/DSC07048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1497436564420942628</id><published>2009-10-15T23:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:49:13.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was attempting to take a photo of Big Sister. Just as I hit the button, the camera slipped and this was the shot Icaptured. Big Sister wishes I could create the effect again...me too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393034954448812418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Stfot7EvuYI/AAAAAAAABYc/LpU5RmMRImg/s400/DSC07059.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393039686251896434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/StftBWag3nI/AAAAAAAABYs/isNm-jDtB-s/s400/DSC07060.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Traditional shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-1497436564420942628?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1497436564420942628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1497436564420942628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1497436564420942628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1497436564420942628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-effect.html' title='Cool Effect'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Stfot7EvuYI/AAAAAAAABYc/LpU5RmMRImg/s72-c/DSC07059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2128901307396007574</id><published>2009-10-15T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:43:50.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfected Pout</title><content type='html'>For years, I thought Big Sister had the perfect "pout face."  You know, sad droopy big eyes and over exaggerated puffed out lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393034396762164514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/StfoNdh4zSI/AAAAAAAABYU/rfizQ-2IOPQ/s400/Pout+Face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Big Sister is no longer the reigning pouter in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; household.  Little Dude M has definitely perfected the look.  First he gives you the puppy dog eyes, and then he makes his face SO long while emoting such deep sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Ste1Y1XT8jI/AAAAAAAABW0/w32wEhEDDe8/s1600-h/DSC06670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392978517045801522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Ste1Y1XT8jI/AAAAAAAABW0/w32wEhEDDe8/s400/DSC06670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hard to top this one!&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/997920718383405739-2128901307396007574?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2128901307396007574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2128901307396007574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2128901307396007574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2128901307396007574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfected-pout.html' title='Perfected Pout'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/StfoNdh4zSI/AAAAAAAABYU/rfizQ-2IOPQ/s72-c/Pout+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-843098263139300697</id><published>2009-09-27T15:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:05:21.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises and Missing Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can barely keep up with the bruises the Little Dudes have accumulated over the past couple of days. Friday evening's soccer game left Little Dude M with a nice goosebump on the left side of his forehead after being in a huddle with the opposing team. He managed to kick the ball out and toward a teammate. Then during yesterday morning's soccer game, he ran toward the ball again, tripped and landed on his knee adding some superficial scratches to his forehead and cheek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386224664479814386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr-2y37EUvI/AAAAAAAABWA/wUQVHOXPtp4/s400/DSC06934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be outdone by his big brother by fifteen minutes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386228786514134706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr-6izsohrI/AAAAAAAABWI/_f3_Ly9dF3Y/s400/DSC06926.JPG" /&gt;Little Dude B walked into a steel frame wall brace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386224654942137138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr-2yUZG6zI/AAAAAAAABV4/4SPgUHhDOSg/s400/DSC06931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I really like the pronounced line on the right side of his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To top it off, both Little Dudes have lost teeth this weekend. Upon their return to school tomorrow, they are going to look bit battered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386237107694864178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr_CHKguBzI/AAAAAAAABWg/6RrYx3ztHjg/s400/DSC06943.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Our very own M-O-Lantern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Lost both two front teeth simulanteously!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386237090688242546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr_CGLKBk3I/AAAAAAAABWQ/fQaLW4ZFQBg/s400/DSC06921.JPG" /&gt;B-Man holding his tooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-843098263139300697?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/843098263139300697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=843098263139300697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/843098263139300697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/843098263139300697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruises-and-missing-teeth.html' title='Bruises and Missing Teeth'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr-2y37EUvI/AAAAAAAABWA/wUQVHOXPtp4/s72-c/DSC06934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-7873861148134088998</id><published>2009-09-26T20:27:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:00:24.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays of Late</title><content type='html'>With the final days of September approaching, I had to look at my heavily marked calendar to see what has kept the Moloko clan busy during the weekends. No big trips or events. Just soccer games and birthday parties. The Little Dudes have been to some really cool parties to include an indoor gymnastics party (jumping in pits of sponge-type blocks), an indoor turfed field house for some Dodgeball, as well as a "Laser Tag" party at a local park. Fortunately, I was camera ready for Laser Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385938640573010434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr6yqF1nkgI/AAAAAAAABVY/q21U-m-V1Bk/s400/DSC06887.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Testing his own weapon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385939465368176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr6zaGcHB7I/AAAAAAAABVg/OU1RKj-ziJQ/s400/DSC06895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-Man's Game Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385939470359832802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr6zaZCNqOI/AAAAAAAABVo/pN_9_YNTnn4/s400/DSC06899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr6za92C19I/AAAAAAAABVw/t0b8p3_umM4/s1600-h/DSC06898.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teammates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-7873861148134088998?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/7873861148134088998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=7873861148134088998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7873861148134088998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/7873861148134088998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekends-in-september.html' title='Saturdays of Late'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sr6yqF1nkgI/AAAAAAAABVY/q21U-m-V1Bk/s72-c/DSC06887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2063807243781147547</id><published>2009-09-15T23:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:53:41.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Shot</title><content type='html'>There are moments when I wish I had my camera. Fortunately, this past Sunday morning I had it in my purse. Big Sister and I were perusing the tables at a "white elephant" sale at our parish church. The sale was being held in the school cafeteria and was teaming with people and items. She briefly wandered away in search of a "treasure." My back was to her when I heard her say, "Hey Mom, this is sooooo 70's." She had found this "gem" in a box of costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBdY7DlBUI/AAAAAAAABUw/zP3ReBC9Tvk/s1600-h/DSC06822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381904237458687298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBdY7DlBUI/AAAAAAAABUw/zP3ReBC9Tvk/s400/DSC06822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not quite her shade of blonde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2063807243781147547?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2063807243781147547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2063807243781147547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2063807243781147547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2063807243781147547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/classic-shot.html' title='Classic Shot'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBdY7DlBUI/AAAAAAAABUw/zP3ReBC9Tvk/s72-c/DSC06822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-1174183144393567719</id><published>2009-09-15T23:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:28:46.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Green Panthers</title><content type='html'>Waking up, eating breakfast, and getting out the door by 8:35 AM on a Saturday morning is no easy fete! A 9 o'clock soccer game, the first of the season, was on the calendar this past Saturday. The Little Dudes were raring to go for the "BIG GAME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Panthers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;were not victorious, the Little Dudes had a blast running around the field attempting to kick the ball into the goal. Watching a dozen 5 and 6 year olds run in circles, picking clovers, and losing interest was hysterical. I truly enjoyed the chaos.  It was definitely worth the early morning wake-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381896363521028418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBWOmWjMUI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ip0QiLtPFZc/s400/DSC06807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panther M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381896332377409042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBWMyVVRhI/AAAAAAAABUY/FxHEe43jqPA/s400/DSC06806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panther B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381896372305243106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBWPHE3q-I/AAAAAAAABUo/8BSwMpGW7jM/s400/DSC06810.JPG" /&gt; Ready for kick-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBVhEGM7kI/AAAAAAAABUQ/7l0aqcLtx54/s1600-h/DSC06811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381895581231541826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBVhEGM7kI/AAAAAAAABUQ/7l0aqcLtx54/s400/DSC06811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chances of getting both in the same action shot? Priceless!&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/997920718383405739-1174183144393567719?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/1174183144393567719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=1174183144393567719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1174183144393567719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/1174183144393567719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-green-panthers.html' title='Go Green Panthers'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SrBWOmWjMUI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ip0QiLtPFZc/s72-c/DSC06807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-9200019239993363517</id><published>2009-09-08T20:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:28:02.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse in the Future</title><content type='html'>On our recent trip to San Diego, we spent two days enjoying Legoland.  Legoland is definitely the Moloko theme park of choice.  This was our third adventure, the last being in January of 2006.   This trip was such a fabulous experience as the Little Dudes were able to appreciate the rides and the opportunities provided around the park to build with legos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Volvo race car ride was a favorite for the Little Dudes.  It was rather comical to watch them maneuver the course.  Little Dude M kept running into the walls and bumping into the other drivers.  He was trying to catch up to his brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269460451682818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBEt1UagI/AAAAAAAABTs/peNtSQUpmK8/s400/DSC06471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dude M in pursuit of Little Dude B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBFkRo-rI/AAAAAAAABT8/4uTKKiSsHwQ/s1600-h/DSC06473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269475065985714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBFkRo-rI/AAAAAAAABT8/4uTKKiSsHwQ/s400/DSC06473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof  he is ready for the road...his driver's license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBFP-u4JI/AAAAAAAABT0/BAc-HcReFAM/s1600-h/DSC06472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269469617971346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBFP-u4JI/AAAAAAAABT0/BAc-HcReFAM/s400/DSC06472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check it out Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I watched them drive the course, I had the uncomfortable feeling that in about 11 years, this was going to be a reality.  Not looking forward to that milestone.  For now though, they are pretty content with "Official Legoland Driver's License."  I have to agree.&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/997920718383405739-9200019239993363517?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/9200019239993363517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=9200019239993363517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9200019239993363517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/9200019239993363517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/glimpse-in-future.html' title='A Glimpse in the Future'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SqcBEt1UagI/AAAAAAAABTs/peNtSQUpmK8/s72-c/DSC06471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-2531711482375285347</id><published>2009-09-01T09:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:17:32.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The First Day of School for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Munchkins was yesterday. It was just a half day though, so, there was much excitement this morning as I packed lunches and reminded them that it would be a full day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492943421195458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j2J4DxMI/AAAAAAAABQY/nlVD48TKViM/s400/third+grader.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lovely Third Grader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492936169787666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j1u3MERI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hQXRi4c9-gg/s400/kindergarten+dudes..JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kindergarten Dudes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(gotta love Little Man B's game face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492967510556386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j3jnaPuI/AAAAAAAABQw/oGvjJ3tdtIc/s400/DSC06695.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atch out Mrs. Moretti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make yesterday even more memorable, the Little Dudes attended their first soccer practice. We have evolved and committed ourselves to practices and games for the next two months. It was so much fun to watch...almost comical. Little Dude B on several occasions felt it was fitting to pick up the ball and run vice use his feet. Little Dude M kept asking the coach "When is practice over?" Practice from 6-7pm really stinks. &lt;strong&gt;Note to self: feed Little Dude M prior to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492954986341794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j209Z5aI/AAAAAAAABQo/2IQoyQY4sKo/s400/Serious+Ben.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-Man is such a poser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492950996756274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j2mGNpzI/AAAAAAAABQg/obNwtYE8zAY/s400/soccer+Max..JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-Man's grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376493683317932914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0khONMA3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/6_UJO0n4_0E/s400/DSC06708.JPG" /&gt; Looks like they have been doing this for years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-2531711482375285347?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/2531711482375285347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=2531711482375285347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2531711482375285347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/2531711482375285347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-firsts.html' title='Day of Firsts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sp0j2J4DxMI/AAAAAAAABQY/nlVD48TKViM/s72-c/third+grader.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-877999364117819679</id><published>2009-08-31T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:25:13.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 40th</title><content type='html'>Hubby's 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday coincided with our trip to San Diego.  Sadly, we could only spend the morning with him as our flight back to VA was an afternoon departure.  On his birthday eve, we spent time decorating the hotel room, relaxing in the hotel jacuzzi, and going out for dessert at a favorite restaurant...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bucca&lt;/span&gt; Di &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beppo&lt;/span&gt;.  It was not how I originally envisioned celebrating his BIG 4-0, however, under the circumstances, I think it was marked in a memorable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991139394348674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbdUM_ZoI/AAAAAAAABNo/TJod6wq5Bpw/s400/DSC06624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hotel Decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sptb_KvP2kI/AAAAAAAABOI/AIVRP3AVXoQ/s1600-h/DSC06630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991720969230914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sptb_KvP2kI/AAAAAAAABOI/AIVRP3AVXoQ/s400/DSC06630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening Cards &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbgnxmFmI/AAAAAAAABOA/yPXHUc_ujHQ/s1600-h/DSC06615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991196187760226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbgnxmFmI/AAAAAAAABOA/yPXHUc_ujHQ/s400/DSC06615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby and Little Man B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbfD9do6I/AAAAAAAABN4/irtIRgKjZCI/s1600-h/DSC06617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991169393992610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbfD9do6I/AAAAAAAABN4/irtIRgKjZCI/s400/DSC06617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbeYL1HEI/AAAAAAAABNw/_UDZGoqPYy8/s1600-h/DSC06620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991157643091010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbeYL1HEI/AAAAAAAABNw/_UDZGoqPYy8/s400/DSC06620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Dude M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991128875171506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbctBBfrI/AAAAAAAABNg/aqX7F-2Y-8U/s400/DSC06623.JPG" /&gt;Crashed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; Men&lt;/div&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/997920718383405739-877999364117819679?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/877999364117819679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=877999364117819679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/877999364117819679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/877999364117819679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-40th.html' title='Happy 40th'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptbdUM_ZoI/AAAAAAAABNo/TJod6wq5Bpw/s72-c/DSC06624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6014392624369971292</id><published>2009-08-31T01:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:11:53.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Something Fierce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this quote about 2o years ago and it truly resonates. Growing up as a military dependent and now being a military spouse, I have had the opportunity to meet some truly amazing individuals and families. It is never easy to pack up and move every three years as most often you are having to say "goodbye" to the friends you have made and more often than not, become part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer as we departed our beloved Okinawa, we had to say "Sayonara" to some great neighbors, the Hardings. Todd and Erin, along with their kids Taryn and Ian, were extremely generous, hospitable, and just plain "Awesome." It was tough knowing the endless afternoons spent in the communal backyard, playing on the swing set, eating popsicles, hopping from house to house, and sipping Sangria and Beer would be a thing of the past. Treasured memories and promises of seeing one another in the future made the "goodbye" easier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376006731864038066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sptpo6rdWrI/AAAAAAAABO4/34h2rlz88y8/s400/moloko+kids+695.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Proud to be Erin's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to July 2009, we learn that Erin was hit by a drunk driver while on her bike. She sustained injuries to her hip, back and pelvis. Next thing we know, Erin, a tri-athelete, was going to be medevac'd to San Diego for further observations, surgeries, and rehabilitation. Todd and the kids quickly packed up the house and moved to San Diego within 12 days of Erin's accident. I must mention that a move to and from Okinawa is no easy task with two able bodied adults, however, under these circumstances it was an incredible amount of energy and effort expended on Todd's account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our trip to San Diego planned, I was so psyched that we would have the opportunity to see Erin and reconnect. Although, a hospital setting was not what either of us had imagined when we said goodbye last summer, it was such a blessing to have the opportunity to see her ALIVE after such a horrifying accident. As&lt;br /&gt;Erin recuperates from six surgeries in 5+ weeks, Todd and the kids are trying to get settled into a "new" home and become familiar with a new city. Fortunately, San Diego is a great place to be relocated and I continue to pray that Erin will be able to join her family at home real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moloko kids have LOVED Ms. Erin from day one. She is tough, strong and determined...their definition of FIERCE.    She continually surprises those in the medical community with her perseverance and stamina.  She is already up on her feet and learning to walk again.  Amazing!    When visiting Erin, she let the kids color on her back brace.  They felt honored that they were the first and it was a "highlight" of our San Diego adventure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376018976197001986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Spt0xoX7QwI/AAAAAAAABPY/00SXSlaJSmU/s400/DSC06538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376018971799672722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Spt0xX_hV5I/AAAAAAAABPQ/MDuD4ORSspQ/s400/DSC06539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376018959112942226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Spt0wouxMpI/AAAAAAAABPI/mWJk3PrTilQ/s400/DSC06540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/997920718383405739-6014392624369971292?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6014392624369971292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6014392624369971292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6014392624369971292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6014392624369971292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-something-fierce.html' title='She&apos;s Something Fierce!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sptpo6rdWrI/AAAAAAAABO4/34h2rlz88y8/s72-c/moloko+kids+695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-5490777479337779996</id><published>2009-08-28T13:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:41:05.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;st Friday, I had the priviledge of surprising the Moloko munchkins. On the way home from picking up the Little Dudes from Bug Camp, I said "Kids, when we get home, pack your backpacks. We are going on a&lt;br /&gt;roadtrip." The stunned looks from the munchkins were priceless along with their responses of "Are you serious?" and "Are you joking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly the backpacks were packed and we were headed on our "road trip." The destination was an unknown and I was hoping to keep it a secret as long as I could. Our first stop was the hotel and then the next was to drop the car off at the airport. Immediately, the kids were thrilled to know a plane trip was part of the adventure, however, the 0530 departure the following morning was not celebrated, especially by me! As we were returning to the hotel, the munchkins were persistent with their inquiries as to where we were going. Italy, France, Nevada and Texas were mentioned and I gave no clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed for the airport, they were excited and started inquiring as to whether it was one flight or if we had any connections. Once again, I diverted my answers. As we arrived at the gate, Big Sister quickly noted Los Angeles was where we were headed and the Little Dudes quickly asked about the 5 hour flight. Upon arrival in LA, we had less than 30 minutes to catch our connecting flight. When Big Sister determined San Diego was our destination, she was excited! Visiting the Hardings (dear old neighbors) and Legoland were the first two things she mentioned. On the plane as the flight attendant mentioned San Diego, Little Dude M was psyched. He too mentioned the Harding family! Little Man B kept covering his ears. He truly wanted it to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived safely in San Diego, but, that was not the last of the surprises. Unbeknownst to the munchkins, Hubby was flying in to meet us from a three week business trip in Hawthorne, Nevada. Hubby has been traveling most of the summer and was going to be in San Diego on business, so, we decided to use some frequent flier miles and join him in San Diego for a mini-vacation. We caught up with Hubby waiting for the car rental shuttle. The kids were tickled and Hubby &amp;amp; I truly enjoyed planning and executing this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984338641943714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptVRdbQ_KI/AAAAAAAABNQ/suQgQYSCrKk/s400/DSC06406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sustenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984327556285682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptVQ0IPRPI/AAAAAAAABNI/UFurQyAWDXk/s400/DSC06401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984319094111282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptVQUmsvDI/AAAAAAAABNA/bwhlrVX_bhY/s400/DSC06400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;B-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984344160970434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptVRx_GpsI/AAAAAAAABNY/J7aD3ApoHZw/s400/DSC06413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch at Jack in the Box &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-5490777479337779996?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/5490777479337779996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=5490777479337779996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5490777479337779996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/5490777479337779996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SptVRdbQ_KI/AAAAAAAABNQ/suQgQYSCrKk/s72-c/DSC06406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6570231379050728121</id><published>2009-08-19T01:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:14:49.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom will you take my picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Usually, when the words "Will you take my picture?" are uttered, I run for the camera.  The munchkins are my favorite subjects and when they willingly ask for a photo, I oblige.   However, I usually know that some costume, crazy expression, or prop will be in the picture too.  I thought today's photo subjects  were actually pretty creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouKOkOTi3I/AAAAAAAABMw/be55TNPzUR8/s1600-h/DSC06316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371538963415927666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouKOkOTi3I/AAAAAAAABMw/be55TNPzUR8/s400/DSC06316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Big Sister's homemade paper &amp;amp; twisty-tie glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouJglPcNHI/AAAAAAAABMo/vfZ91ozUJjU/s1600-h/DSC06323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371538173415142514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouJglPcNHI/AAAAAAAABMo/vfZ91ozUJjU/s400/DSC06323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;Love how the frames match her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Little Dude B disappeared and when he emerged, he was ready for his photoshoot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371538146082173122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouJe_awMMI/AAAAAAAABMI/6VdwP0C93vE/s400/DSC06309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouJfVqXmbI/AAAAAAAABMQ/JmCGRSRwqCQ/s1600-h/DSC06314.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Lego Creator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371538161095626514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouJf3WPTxI/AAAAAAAABMY/ckj_m4p-5JM/s400/DSC06315.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note, the reflection on the table.  Little Dude B pronounced this his "reflecting pool!"&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/997920718383405739-6570231379050728121?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6570231379050728121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6570231379050728121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6570231379050728121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6570231379050728121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/mom-will-you-take-my-picture.html' title='Mom will you take my picture?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouKOkOTi3I/AAAAAAAABMw/be55TNPzUR8/s72-c/DSC06316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-6341931493691026598</id><published>2009-08-19T00:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:04:21.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Zile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;About three weeks ago, I called Hubby over to see a tree frog crawling on our 2nd story deck door. I was amused by the little guy. He obviously was lost. Right? Or so I thought. It seems, my webbed little friend has taken up permanent residence on the deck. Every morning when I head outside to water the potted basil plant and my "Mother's Day Marigolds", I find him perched on a railing or hanging just inside the rim of the marigold pot. The munchkins look forward to seeing him and are crushed if he does not emerge. I have to admit, I am disappointed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371530265958036210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouCUTqwMvI/AAAAAAAABL4/kDnQWDgXdpI/s400/DSC06172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371534682575699474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouGVY2dfhI/AAAAAAAABMA/Bkmxa7EvXb4/s400/DSC06167.JPG" /&gt; Zile&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/997920718383405739-6341931493691026598?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/6341931493691026598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=6341931493691026598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6341931493691026598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/6341931493691026598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing-zile.html' title='Introducing Zile'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SouCUTqwMvI/AAAAAAAABL4/kDnQWDgXdpI/s72-c/DSC06172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-4887702144825893487</id><published>2009-08-15T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:38:30.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Quiet</title><content type='html'>This house is NEVER, let me repeat NEVER quiet when all three of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moloko&lt;/span&gt; siblings are home.  Big Sister is usually flitting about in perpetual motion, repeatedly singing the same song lyric, or carrying on a never-ending conversation.  The Little Dudes are usually engaged in some L&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt; scenario or matchbox race with sound effects at one decibel level...LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning there was this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eerie&lt;/span&gt; quiet.  I was in the kitchen and the usual white noise of lively children was not present.  I decided to head upstairs to see exactly what the munchkins were doing.  What I found tickled me so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrYDb1azI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZT_6tbEsUs8/s1600-h/DSC06281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370379141645691698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrYDb1azI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZT_6tbEsUs8/s400/DSC06281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Light Bright Cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrX8HOSZI/AAAAAAAABLo/dOyFzyIQIH0/s1600-h/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370379139680192914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrX8HOSZI/AAAAAAAABLo/dOyFzyIQIH0/s400/DSC06278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Focused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrXb-lmwI/AAAAAAAABLg/89Ac5BHqHTU/s1600-h/DSC06277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370379131054037762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrXb-lmwI/AAAAAAAABLg/89Ac5BHqHTU/s400/DSC06277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Note hand placement &amp;amp; facial expressions...still taken by their "twin-ness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370379111079976978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrWRkZoBI/AAAAAAAABLQ/q3ioLtwVQjQ/s400/DSC06268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrW530HuI/AAAAAAAABLY/6ierXCsNmoo/s1600-h/DSC06269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370379121898823394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrW530HuI/AAAAAAAABLY/6ierXCsNmoo/s400/DSC06269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Siblings!&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/997920718383405739-4887702144825893487?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/4887702144825893487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=4887702144825893487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4887702144825893487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/4887702144825893487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-quiet.html' title='Too Quiet'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/SodrYDb1azI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZT_6tbEsUs8/s72-c/DSC06281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997920718383405739.post-8024633075635830482</id><published>2009-08-08T19:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:42:12.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowered Landing</title><content type='html'>As we were emerging from an errand the other day, Big Sister jumped out of the car and was frantically running around the driveway. I was not certain what she was up to as she then said "Do you have your camera Mom? Oddly enough, I had my camera in my purse. She was trying to catch the beautiful specimen pictured below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sn4mOqjolII/AAAAAAAABLI/p-QMqG6D4tQ/s1600-h/DSC06195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769839255983234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sn4mOqjolII/AAAAAAAABLI/p-QMqG6D4tQ/s400/DSC06195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sn4mOTg5XSI/AAAAAAAABLA/59Mtt66svEw/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769833070484770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sn4mOTg5XSI/AAAAAAAABLA/59Mtt66svEw/s400/DSC06194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This colorful butterfly flitted around my neighbor's flower bed for quite some time. Luckily for me, it opened its wings just as I was snapping the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997920718383405739-8024633075635830482?l=molokofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/feeds/8024633075635830482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997920718383405739&amp;postID=8024633075635830482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8024633075635830482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997920718383405739/posts/default/8024633075635830482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokofive.blogspot.com/2009/08/flowered-landing.html' title='Flowered Landing'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950105260676662397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96E3HsV0df8/TxHhDYJBP3I/AAAAAAAACdA/9QvwgCaOAME/s220/kate%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJoewlwM32Q/Sn4mOqjolII/AAAAAAAABLI/p-QMqG6D4tQ/s72-c/DSC06195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
