<?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-16008064</id><updated>2011-12-02T02:36:50.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple the Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, I'm Maryann, Mommy to three beautiful children who happened to be born at the same time. Well, one minute apart. Keeping up with triplets is triple the work but even more so, triple the fun. I LOVE trying to keep up with them and we have fun every day. See if you can keep up with us. - Maryann</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-4645350786956057547</id><published>2009-07-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:14:57.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day has finally come!  Their first day of Kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeC9Qq_7I/AAAAAAAAA7s/T_fitZ1y7dY/s1600-h/100_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeC9Qq_7I/AAAAAAAAA7s/T_fitZ1y7dY/s400/100_1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386522396098482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeCTpOdfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5lUVthcIqtY/s1600-h/100_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeCTpOdfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5lUVthcIqtY/s400/100_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386511224796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malena in the car waiting to be on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeEXzWkBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YQrhm5aAWHM/s1600-h/100_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeEXzWkBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YQrhm5aAWHM/s400/100_1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386546700750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Joshua giving me one last kiss before Daddy takes them to their school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeD7vWhbI/AAAAAAAAA78/eOLoVAF5_gg/s1600-h/100_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeD7vWhbI/AAAAAAAAA78/eOLoVAF5_gg/s400/100_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386539167778226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob can't wait for the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeDWx2BqI/AAAAAAAAA70/rRvA723Ytho/s1600-h/100_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeDWx2BqI/AAAAAAAAA70/rRvA723Ytho/s400/100_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386529246119586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy stops on the way to school for a special first day of school treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeZ1jKMjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fh8V5rs7X1Q/s1600-h/100_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeZ1jKMjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fh8V5rs7X1Q/s400/100_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386915463148082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malena meets her teacher and settles in nicely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeaWRGIgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/mRWTVj4WdEA/s1600-h/100_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/SqPeaWRGIgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/mRWTVj4WdEA/s400/100_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378386924245754370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all had a GREAT first day of school and Mommy only shed one small tear as I walked away from dropping off Malena. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big KINDERGARTENERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I was so worried, because it started at 7pm and the kids usually go to bed at 8, but we ended up staying until 12:30 am!  And they were all awake!  Malena did have a little incident where she threw up all over her pretty new dress Bubbie got her, and she didn't like the loud music, but she was fine once I cleaned her up.  The boys had a BLAST on the dance floor, and I think Jacob stole the show with his moves.  He says, "I got cool moves."  Too funny.  Here are some pics of my handsome little men and my little lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-2770645677584089364?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/2770645677584089364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=2770645677584089364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/2770645677584089364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/2770645677584089364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/12/joshua-loves-santa-but-i-guess-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2BAE12jQ8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/wgAWTI45Gyw/s72-c/Victoria_20071209_000214_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-7106262951714672627</id><published>2007-12-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:38:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMeF2jQ7I/AAAAAAAAAck/I7bjKUODC2Q/s1600-h/DSC_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMeF2jQ7I/AAAAAAAAAck/I7bjKUODC2Q/s200/DSC_1382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143124485563696050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALENA POOPED IN THE POTTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; LOL, okay, so that's not the nicest title, but one I didn't think I'd be writing for a long time. This morning, after a VERY long night of croupe, I took Malena downstairs. I took off her pajamas and diaper to get her dressed for the day. After I took off her diaper, she immediately went to the bathroom. I didn't tell her. In fact, I was so exhausted, I just wanted to put her clothes on and lay down on the couch. Well, I let her go, and a few minutes later, I hear Alex screaming, "Malena went poop in the potty!" I ran over, and sure enough, she was sitting on the big potty and had gone poop. We started cheering, and she got&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMOF2jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/sgqWF0e64Ko/s1600-h/DSC_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMOF2jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/sgqWF0e64Ko/s200/DSC_1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143124210685789074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; embarassed and covered her face, but then I gave her a high five, and she was happy. Later in the day, I was clearing out her backpack and found a note from her teacher and learned that she had actually gone poop in the potty at school the morning before! Two days in a row! Unfortunately, now she's off track for six weeks, so it's all on me to keep up this trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMOV2jQ6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/tM5eSmWDVzo/s1600-h/DSC_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMOV2jQ6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/tM5eSmWDVzo/s200/DSC_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143124214980756386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go Malena!  You've come a long way, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-7106262951714672627?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/7106262951714672627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=7106262951714672627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/7106262951714672627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/7106262951714672627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/12/malena-pooped-lol-okay-so-thats-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/R2AMeF2jQ7I/AAAAAAAAAck/I7bjKUODC2Q/s72-c/DSC_1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-3249902317899176436</id><published>2007-11-13T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:44:08.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I made a sandwich for the kids for dinner.  I noticed Jacob sitting on the couch watching tv a few minutes after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Did like your sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  (not turning away from the tv) No.  I didn't like the bread so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What was wrong with the bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  (still not looking at me)  It had mustard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I thought you liked mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  Yeah, not so much.  The mustard was sweet.  (It is not sweet mustard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, maybe I put too much.  You think it had too much mustard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  (Yep, eyes still hooked on the tv) Yeah.  I didn't like the bread so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question in my head:  When did he turn into a teenager? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Of course the boys wanted to be pirates AGAIN, so we went and got them their pirates suits, and all of a sudden, they want to be Spidermand and Batman.  Too bad.  I wasn't going to subject Malena to be a pirate again and watch all the princesses run around, so she was my beautiful Princess Snow White (quite the look alike, don't ya think?).  Malena and Jake had big Halloween parties at their schools and, luckily Alex was able to attend Jakes as I went to Malena's.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFYETYZtI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YyDcJqgndxU/s1600-h/DSC_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFYETYZtI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YyDcJqgndxU/s200/DSC_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130379942790981330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to see her in her class with all her friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the annual Ontario City Entertainment show and trick or treating and costume contests, then&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFY0TYZuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RT6pvuuoH2A/s1600-h/DSC_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFY0TYZuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RT6pvuuoH2A/s200/DSC_2668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130379955675883234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rush back home for trick or treating at home, where the kids went to so many houses, they made me hold all their bags.  Though Malena looked like the adorable little Sno&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFZETYZvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cDtnhPg10j8/s1600-h/DSC_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFZETYZvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cDtnhPg10j8/s200/DSC_2707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130379959970850546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFZkTYZwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/yNam2ilOrR4/s1600-h/DSC_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFZkTYZwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/yNam2ilOrR4/s200/DSC_2745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130379968560785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White, by this time, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acted&lt;/span&gt; like the Wicked Witch of the West and through hissy fits at every house.  Okay, time for home and bed, right?  Nope, we got home and they piled their candy on the floor to look through their loot.  They all had a great time, and so did we.  Now I'm pooped.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFaETYZxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZeNdRn-zmGk/s1600-h/DSC_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RzLFaETYZxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZeNdRn-zmGk/s200/DSC_2764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130379977150719762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  At least I have all their candy to keep me company.  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Look.  See it.  Past the palm trees and smog.  Yeah, there it is.  Well, we decided to go see the Go Diego Go Show playing in Hollywood with my sister's family.  I rarely go out to L.A. anymore.  I worked there for 6 years and had a 2 hour commute (each way), so I'm pretty done with the place, but once in a while, my kids will get a small glimpse of the freak show.  :)   (I say that lovingly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNDm9c3QbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yUeaudWVTsY/s1600-h/DSC05947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNDm9c3QbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yUeaudWVTsY/s200/DSC05947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112504338605359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But before the show, we decided to have some lunch, so we waited about an hour at Cheesecake factory and finally decided to go for quick pizza before we missed the show altogether.  Here are the kids in front of Cheesecake factory on the "Casting Couch" and later at the pizza place.  They are sitting at the "bar" looking out at the passers by and guess who sits right outside the window? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNDntc3QcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nhcbbOpmiPQ/s1600-h/DSC05954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNDntc3QcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nhcbbOpmiPQ/s200/DSC05954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112504351490261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PIRATES!  My boys were in LOVE.  They LOVVVVVVVE pirates!  They were so excited.  The pizza pieces were HUGE, and I couldn't believe it when Jacob ate the WHOLE thing!  Pirates have big appetites.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZNc3QgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dx0Txy9YXuo/s1600-h/DSC05958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZNc3QgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dx0Txy9YXuo/s200/DSC05958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505201893786114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are before the Diego show began.  It's blurry, because it was dark, and before I could get a better pic, an usher came over and told me no pictures, even though there were hundreds of flashes going off, but oh well.  I almost decided not to bring Malena along.  I usually leave her with a sitter with things like this, like movies, or baseball games.  Things she has to sit still for and pay attention for a long time, but I decided she has matured a bit, and we'd try it.  To my surprise, the boys sat there during the whole thing like they were just too good for all of it (though they started to show they enjoyed it a bit at the end), but Malena was dancing in the aisle NONSTOP!  She absolutely loved it.  I am sooooo glad I brought her.  I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNE-tc3QlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7LELDCG7lkQ/s1600-h/DSC05964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNE-tc3QlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7LELDCG7lkQ/s200/DSC05964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505846138880594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show, we decided to stroll down to Grauman's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEadc3QkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3ScZ4uK4PCQ/s1600-h/DSC05963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEadc3QkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3ScZ4uK4PCQ/s200/DSC05963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505223368622658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Theatre where all the stars have their prints and sigs.  Here are the boys trying some on for size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZ9c3QiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9BfgawTVTMI/s1600-h/DSC05961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZ9c3QiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9BfgawTVTMI/s200/DSC05961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505214778688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been, on Hollywood&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZtc3QhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/osk8dV0b6AI/s1600-h/DSC05960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEZtc3QhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/osk8dV0b6AI/s200/DSC05960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505210483720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEaNc3QjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EayKuboCC-E/s1600-h/DSC05962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNEaNc3QjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EayKuboCC-E/s200/DSC05962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505219073655346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blvd., there are a bunch of actors who  dress as characters and available for pics for tips.  So we pretty much stopped at most of them.  My how The "Little" Mermaid" has matured.  Uhhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNE-9c3QmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EWP6v_0aVlU/s1600-h/DSC05966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNE-9c3QmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EWP6v_0aVlU/s200/DSC05966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505850433847906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids really got a kick out of meeting all the celebrities ;}   But look at their faces when we come across the PIRATES again!  They were sooo happy.  Jacob got to tell them that he wanted to be a pirate when he grew up.  The pirate's answer?  "Ay, that'll be good in the business world, Matey."  Never thought of it like that.  Hmmm.  Maybe pirates are getting a bad wrap after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the pirates are favorites of the boys, but did I mention Darth Vader &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNLoNc3QpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y-5izP96Y6M/s1600-h/DSC05968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RvNLoNc3QpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y-5izP96Y6M/s200/DSC05968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112513156173218450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a.k.a. Darth Mader as in the Tow truck from CARS)?   Pirates are cool, but Darth Mader is the coolest guy around!  You should have seen the boys when we saw him IN PERSON!  Just look at their faces.   Funny thing is, later inthe month, we took them all to my friend's b-day party.  A HUGE Star Wars fan.  The biggest fan I know.  For entertainment, one of his friends came dressed as Darth Vader and performed (with Star Wars Music) a whole Happy Birthday Joseph, speaking to Joseph, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE BOYS!   It was awesome!  Best thing is, after that, he took off his mask, and sat down at our table for dinner.  The boys were flipping out, asking him questions about his light saber, how they have some at home, what color they were.  Where are the storm troopers!  It was HILARIOUS!  So now, the boys think they have met, in person, and had dinner with the REAL Darth Vader (and think they know what he really looks like).  I had to move them to the other side of the table to let the poor guy eat.  I couldn't stop laughing, and I don't think the boys will ever forget it.   Thanks Joseph for inviting us to your birthday, and Ed for a night my boys will remember forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-2033474422132468844?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/2033474422132468844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=2033474422132468844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/2033474422132468844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/2033474422132468844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/07/shiner-for-josh-okay-few-days-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rqbiz9t3cQI/AAAAAAAAATA/bedqGUB4Uw0/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-6905805082845307558</id><published>2007-07-04T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:44:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNS25YII/AAAAAAAAASI/viRYY3NzmuI/s1600-h/DSC_9151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNS25YII/AAAAAAAAASI/viRYY3NzmuI/s320/DSC_9151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297581957406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNy25YJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Zp89Drfyk-g/s1600-h/DSC_9152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNy25YJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Zp89Drfyk-g/s320/DSC_9152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297590547341458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great 4th of July.  This was our first time in the pool this year, and it was a good day for it.  It was around 100 degrees!  I was truly amazed by all three of the kids.  Malena was actually JUMPING into my arms in the pool.  Forget about the pool, just jumping is the best accomplishment!  She just wouldn't stop.  My arms are sore from catching her all day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbOC25YKI/AAAAAAAAASY/WF1YFR4AyzE/s1600-h/DSC_9192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbOC25YKI/AAAAAAAAASY/WF1YFR4AyzE/s320/DSC_9192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297594842308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was so proud of himself for "swimming".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNS25YII/AAAAAAAAASI/viRYY3NzmuI/s1600-h/DSC_9151.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally independent, he swam from one end of the pool to the other.  Well, of course he had his floaties and a noodle to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbOi25YLI/AAAAAAAAASg/ATE--pKh2Oo/s1600-h/DSC_9200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbOi25YLI/AAAAAAAAASg/ATE--pKh2Oo/s320/DSC_9200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297603432243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbPC25YMI/AAAAAAAAASo/ucuhe47INSE/s1600-h/DSC_9219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbPC25YMI/AAAAAAAAASo/ucuhe47INSE/s320/DSC_9219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297612022177986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh did the same as Jake, although he was a little hesitant at first.  Daddy just made sure he stayed right next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we roasted marshmallows (I know totally cheezy) and watched fireworks from the back of the car out front, where we could see the local park's fireworks show.  There are no fireworks allowed in our area, but I didn't miss them.  Nor did I miss the constant fear with the kids being too close to them.  We all had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-6905805082845307558?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/6905805082845307558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=6905805082845307558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/6905805082845307558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/6905805082845307558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july-we-had-great-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RpKbNS25YII/AAAAAAAAASI/viRYY3NzmuI/s72-c/DSC_9151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-8315268193183518571</id><published>2007-07-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:46:01.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you always.  You will be in&lt;br /&gt;my heart forever, and I pass on your beautiful&lt;br /&gt;life with my children.  Thank you for your love,&lt;br /&gt;and I thank God every day for giving you to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F7S25YDI/AAAAAAAAARg/f1DR85PI6GQ/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F7S25YDI/AAAAAAAAARg/f1DR85PI6GQ/s320/DSC02905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083937176836202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If Tears Could         Build A Stairway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If tears could build         a stairway&lt;br /&gt;    And memories a lane&lt;br /&gt;I would walk right up to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;    And bring you back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No farewell words         were spoken&lt;br /&gt;    No time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;    You were gone before I knew it&lt;br /&gt;    And only God knows why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F7i25YEI/AAAAAAAAARo/G_pB0Feld_M/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F7i25YEI/AAAAAAAAARo/G_pB0Feld_M/s320/DSC03183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083937181131169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F8S25YFI/AAAAAAAAARw/lAnSe61A1mA/s1600-h/DSC03752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3F8S25YFI/AAAAAAAAARw/lAnSe61A1mA/s320/DSC03752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083937194016071762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My heart still         aches in sadness&lt;br /&gt;    And secret tears still flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What it meant to lose you&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But now I know you         want me&lt;br /&gt;    To mourn for you no more&lt;br /&gt;    To remember all the happy times&lt;br /&gt;    Life still has much in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Since you’ll never         be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to you today&lt;br /&gt;    A hallowed place within my heart&lt;br /&gt;    Is where you’ll always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana Ref;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3EWS25YBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vu5J56Odceo/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3EWS25YBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vu5J56Odceo/s320/DSC01549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083935441669414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3EWy25YCI/AAAAAAAAARY/fqM8ZzZ8M1k/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Ro3EWy25YCI/AAAAAAAAARY/fqM8ZzZ8M1k/s320/DSC01531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083935450259349538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-8862135571891606374?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/8862135571891606374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=8862135571891606374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8862135571891606374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8862135571891606374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-get-three-preschoolers-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1paxfcteI/AAAAAAAAARI/kmbglum3OXE/s72-c/DSC_7417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-1227380841724333238</id><published>2007-06-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:57:03.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Joshy Moment&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1efRfctYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AEc6KzDHUMo/s1600-h/DSC_7519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1efRfctYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AEc6KzDHUMo/s320/DSC_7519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079319846108050818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1d8BfctWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/diwCQa24N1w/s1600-h/DSC_7515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1d8BfctWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/diwCQa24N1w/s320/DSC_7515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079319240517662050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1d8RfctXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JiNtCGRR2U4/s1600-h/DSC_7517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1d8RfctXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JiNtCGRR2U4/s320/DSC_7517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079319244812629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another normal day at the dinner table.  Why is he sulking and upset?  I have no idea.  All he would say is, "It's no fair."  Yes, poor thing, we were MAKING him eat pizza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-123810999283292026?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/123810999283292026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=123810999283292026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/123810999283292026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/123810999283292026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-little-tool-men-daddy-has-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rn1YmBfctMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LrTq7qvmLi4/s72-c/DSC_7320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-8805227287360788463</id><published>2007-06-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:41:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmjrJxfctKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RhQvpwF9nGM/s1600-h/DSC_5976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmjrJxfctKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RhQvpwF9nGM/s320/DSC_5976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073563533369455778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, Daddy left for and overnight business trip early in the morning, before anyone got up.  Soon after he left (of course), Malena started crying.  since it was only 5 a.m., I brought her to my bed, thinking she'd fall back asleep.  No luck, she kept trying to crawl out of bed.  Then she got out of bed and went straight for the door.  Finally, wanting to get some rest, I locked my door and put on cartoons for her to watch or play in my room.  I could hear her playing with her tub toys from my bathroom.  I think I slept for about 5 minutes and woke up to silence.  I got worried and started looking around the room.  I found Malena sound asleep in the cold, hard (yes dry!) bathtub!  I know my old mattress is starting to get a little lumpy, but I sure think it's more comfortable than the bathtub!  Rascal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Although a fairly "simple" surgery, it's always heartwrenching watching them take your child away for surgery.  But before that there were a couple of hiccups.  We were told to be there at 12, and when we got there, we found out his surgery wouldn't be until 4!  Lots of waiting, but he did good.  Then we went in and got him ready, more waiting, then they took him in.  After two hours (it was only supposed to be an hour and a half) we were getting worried.  Then the nurse came out and asked for "Kwiat".  She said the doctor has been trying to reach us, so we got scared, and went in.  She got the doctor on the phone (Josh was nowhere in recovery), and then she said the doctor will be right here.  We asked her if everything went okay, and she just said the doctor will be here to talk to you, so I was starting to freak out.  Longest five minutes ever for the doctor to get there, but as it turns out, everything went very well, the doctor just wanted to take him to the Adult Recovery room because she thought he'd get more individualized care there.  (she really took care of us).  Then she said that she was able to bring his testicle down, but it is smaller, but it should be fine.  She was VERY happy that she corrected the penile adhesion, because she said that was going to cause some real issues later on if it was not fixed, and the only way to fix it because it was so bad was through surgery.  Then she told us that she wanted him to spend the night as a precaution due to his heart.  The doctor said she would discharge him if we wanted, and I said no, let him stay.  So we stayed.  Alex went home with the other two and I stayed.  Josh didn't recover right away.  The anesthesia made him sick.  He was very upset most of the night, and the nurses were concerned because he wouldn't pee.  The nurse finally brought in an ultrasound to see his bladder, and there was a lot of pee in his bladder, but his diaper was barely damp.  She said she'd give him another hour, and if not, they would have to catheterize him.  I fell asleep, and apparently he peed, because they didn't cathetarize him.  When he woke up in the morning, he was same old Josh.  He said, "Hi Mommy, I love you."   So cute.  Then he ate enough breakfast for two grown men!  We went home Saturday morning around 11 and I haven't been able to keep him down since.   All is well, just gotta keep him settled, the little crazy, wild boy! :)  Unfortunately, no bikes, bars, or sports for up to a month.  Good thing he likes those video games.  This is the first time I'm thankful for that!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPlhfctCI/AAAAAAAAANo/xr5QNcahzyc/s1600-h/DSC05892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPlhfctCI/AAAAAAAAANo/xr5QNcahzyc/s320/DSC05892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462855041070114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Josh on his way to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPlxfctDI/AAAAAAAAANw/UFb8-btyBRQ/s1600-h/DSC05896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPlxfctDI/AAAAAAAAANw/UFb8-btyBRQ/s320/DSC05896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462859336037426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching glasses with Zeide while waiting for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmBfctEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rxiqoxa6vHY/s1600-h/DSC05899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmBfctEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rxiqoxa6vHY/s320/DSC05899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462863631004738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is prepping for surgery, wondering why his finger is glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiQZRfctII/AAAAAAAAAOY/72wcZdkBiJ4/s1600-h/JoshSurgery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiQZRfctII/AAAAAAAAAOY/72wcZdkBiJ4/s320/JoshSurgery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073463744099300482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is after surgery, not feeling very good, sleeping in Mommy's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmBfctFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5cHSI00kyXw/s1600-h/DSC05905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmBfctFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5cHSI00kyXw/s320/DSC05905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462863631004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh eats up a storm after a rough night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmRfctGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rzQAwZqWTM8/s1600-h/DSC05906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiPmRfctGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rzQAwZqWTM8/s320/DSC05906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462867925972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiQZRfctHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BHmLtTY_31s/s1600-h/DSC05909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RmiQZRfctHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BHmLtTY_31s/s320/DSC05909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073463744099300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy welcomes Josh home in front of the Welcome sign Daddy, Malena and Jacob made for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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(I guess we need to even out the Ballet/Jazz we have the boys joining Malena in).  Jacob really wants to play soccer, but we couldn't find anything, so t-ball it is. No problem, he loves all sports. He's been throwing balls across the rooms since he was 6 months old (really), and he has been hitting a pitch(underhanded) for about a year now.  Joshua always loves to throw and hit anything!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day went great for Jacob and Malena.  Joshua started saying he wanted to go home halfway through.  Then they were able&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMIZB-Z4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/wGlHnfqdvcI/s1600-h/DSC05853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMIZB-Z4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/wGlHnfqdvcI/s320/DSC05853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537063089825666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to play on the playground, so he was happy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJJB-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/67_hxxbZ9vM/s1600-h/DSC05873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJJB-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/67_hxxbZ9vM/s320/DSC05873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537075974727586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Malena shocked everyone with her abilities that day.  When the coach was going down the row to field grounders, he got to her and said, "here it comes, Sweetie."  She crouched down and held out her hands just like everyone else had before her, and Coach Mike was really impressed.  "She did it!"  Well, of course she did.  The second practice, she &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMXZB-Z9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/iYUX83xaVJw/s1600-h/DSC05860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMXZB-Z9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/iYUX83xaVJw/s320/DSC05860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537320787863506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;didn't &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMIpB-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OyT7cxx68rw/s1600-h/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMIpB-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OyT7cxx68rw/s320/DSC05871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537067384792978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do so well.  It was after Daddy's birthday lunch and she didn't get her nap, so she through a few fits.  But after a while, she saw everyone hitting the ball and running bases, she decided to give it a try.  It took a few tries, but she hit the ball off the "T" and all the parents cheered&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJZB-Z7I/AAAAAAAAANA/NWnbQQcnt7s/s1600-h/DSC05863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJZB-Z7I/AAAAAAAAANA/NWnbQQcnt7s/s320/DSC05863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537080269694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I was soooo proud of my beautiful girl! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJpB-Z8I/AAAAAAAAANI/olbLgA9ZEzA/s1600-h/DSC05868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RkVMJpB-Z8I/AAAAAAAAANI/olbLgA9ZEzA/s320/DSC05868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063537084564662210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see how well she will be protected in years to come.  The coach threw a ball to her, and it went behind her.  Another little boy grabbed it and was going to throw it back to the coach, though it was Malena's turn.  Well, Joshua knew it was Malena's turn, and grabbed it from the little boy and said, "No, it Lena's turn!" and gave it to Malena.  I have to work on his approach with this, but I was so proud that he stood up for his sister.  He's MY hero, as well as Malena's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have pre-school, dance, and t-ball, and hope to add swimming and soccer in June, when t-ball ends.  Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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The kids did amazingly well.  I thought for sure, Jacob was going to start crying since he's been so, uh... emotional lately.  But he did pretty good.  Malena and Joshua ran up to the bunny and gave him a great big hug!  I'm so proud of all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYZtCn35I/AAAAAAAAAI8/P_XB94Avokw/s1600-h/DSC05774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYZtCn35I/AAAAAAAAAI8/P_XB94Avokw/s320/DSC05774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049336068334673810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYa9Cn36I/AAAAAAAAAJE/TQYdPzKBk5g/s1600-h/EasterBunnyTrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYa9Cn36I/AAAAAAAAAJE/TQYdPzKBk5g/s320/EasterBunnyTrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049336089809510306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLfqNCn3_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vTuDtsP_O8A/s1600-h/EasterBunnyMalena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLfqNCn3_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vTuDtsP_O8A/s320/EasterBunnyMalena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049344048383909874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYxtCn37I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ifUfxW4GBE4/s1600-h/EasterBunnyJacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLYxtCn37I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ifUfxW4GBE4/s320/EasterBunnyJacob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049336480651534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLcFtCn39I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vz_XlrAtqGk/s1600-h/EasterBunnyJoshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLcFtCn39I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vz_XlrAtqGk/s320/EasterBunnyJoshua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049340122783801298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Angels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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The boys are big into sports, but I still wasn't sure how they would sit through a game.  But we decided to go, anyway.  Malena stayed home with cousin Erin and Grandma and Papa.  She would definitely not sit through a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week before the game, Jacob kept asking me if he'll get to play, too.  I told him, he can only watch.  "I don't get to play?"  He couldn't understand it.  Why go? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are before the game with our little tailgate party under the "Big A", as the boys said.  The boys loved this, as my&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLVgtCn33I/AAAAAAAAAIs/za9oLZEAB_o/s1600-h/DSC_6565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 124px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLVgtCn33I/AAAAAAAAAIs/za9oLZEAB_o/s320/DSC_6565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049332890058874738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cousin brought her kids' scooters.  Even though they had a fall or two, they loved trying, and when it was time for the game, they cried when we had to put them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSvdCn3xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/66m79wsoV0k/s1600-h/DSC_6580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSvdCn3xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/66m79wsoV0k/s320/DSC_6580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049329844927061778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSv9Cn3yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A9OT8uZfdEQ/s1600-h/DSC_6586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSv9Cn3yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A9OT8uZfdEQ/s320/DSC_6586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049329853516996386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSvNCn3wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4yOvgOm3WIg/s1600-h/DSC_6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSvNCn3wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4yOvgOm3WIg/s320/DSC_6559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049329840632094466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we got inside for the game, the boys were amazed at all the people.  When the game started, they were a little confused, but when the crowd started cheering, they had fun.  The noise did get to be a little bit for Jacob, who covered his ears after every cheer and asked to go home.  but then he'd get back into it.  Joshua was hilarious, as he shook his arms at the refs and imitated everybody else.  I heard him yell, "Go Dodgers!" all night long with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time, even though our team (the Dodgers) lost.  The boys will never remember their team lost.  They'll just remember the fun they had and that they like the "blue team.  We like the Dodgers".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLTbdCn31I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GwVwTjGRN7c/s1600-h/DSC_6588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLTbdCn31I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GwVwTjGRN7c/s320/DSC_6588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049330600841305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSwNCn3zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5cg5wTf5PbU/s1600-h/DSC_6585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RhLSwNCn3zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5cg5wTf5PbU/s320/DSC_6585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049329857811963698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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It is because today is the one year anniversary of Joshua's heart surgery. For those of you who do not know, Joshua was born with a congenital heart defect called &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/HEALTH/library/DS/00614.html"&gt;&lt;span class="cnnBodyText"&gt; Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. From birth, if you listened to his heart, it sounded like what the doctors said, a "washing machine." I thought it sounded more like water going through a hose. You could even feel it if you put you hand on his chest. When he was about 6 months old, we discovered he also had another defect called &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=11070"&gt;Pulmonary Valve Stenosis&lt;/a&gt;. That was a scary time, as I went in thinking that the doctor would do the echo and say his VSD (hole) had closed. Instead, he had me wait in another small room, and came in to tell me that his hole was bigger than he thought and he had another problem. I was alone, and I almost started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two years, and with some research, we took Joshua to &lt;a href="http://www.childrenshospitalla.org/"&gt;Childrens Hospital Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt; where we felt very confident with the doctors and surgeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGsef3E1KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QZXHn6aop8w/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 107px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGsef3E1KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QZXHn6aop8w/s320/DSC05072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044502697580221602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 20, 2006, we decided that Joshua wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, so we took the kids to John's Incredible Pizza Kitchen. Which is basically like an overdone Chuck E. Cheese. They had sooo much fun. Then it was time to separate. My mom took Jacob and Malena back home and Alex and I went on to a hotel in LA with Joshua for an early morning surgery check up. When we got to the car, we gave Joshua his gift. A Care Bear that had "ouies" on his heart and all over. He loved it. We also made sure we took his yellow blanket that he does not go without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually had a great time with just him and Mommy and Daddy. He loved it! All about Josh, day! After his tests at the hospital, the next day, we met my Mom and Dad with Jacob and Malena at Olvera St. for some sandwiches at Phillipe's (best roast beef sandwiches) and sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGse_3E1LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cU3UpOfWl6s/s1600-h/DSC05082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGse_3E1LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cU3UpOfWl6s/s320/DSC05082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044502706170156210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family then checked into our hotel, and we quickly learned we needed to get the kids (my trio and my two neices) out of the rooms before they kicked us out. So, since the subway was just across the street, we decided to take it to City Walk for dinner. MISTAKE. We took the wrong subway, the wrong way. Then we FINALLY got to City Walk, and waited for an hour for a table that we finally just left and ate at Carl's Jr. back by the hotel. It was frustrating, but we al had a good laugh afterwards. Memorable to say the least, and I'm actually glad there was something distracting me from thinking of the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I think it was 5a.m., we showed up at the hospital. Alex and I took Joshua in to get ready for surgery. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGtqP3E1NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o4fdrw4LybA/s1600-h/DSC05094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGtqP3E1NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o4fdrw4LybA/s320/DSC05094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044503998955312338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the hardest, scariest, worste moment of my life.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGsfP3E1MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qviXVHCYMw0/s1600-h/DSC05092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGsfP3E1MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qviXVHCYMw0/s320/DSC05092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044502710465123522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they took Joshua out of our arms, we watched as they carried him into surgery. I wanted to scream, "No, bring him back," but all I could do was hold Alex as we both could no longer hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGtr_3E1PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5GqBFNzDZjI/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgGtr_3E1PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5GqBFNzDZjI/s320/DSC05109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044504029020083442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After three very long hours, the surgeon came out to say everything went great and Joshua was doing wonderful. I know there must have been the biggest smile on my face. In another hour, we were by his bedside. He was very "out of it" that whole day, and when he first woke up, he was, understandably, in a lot of pain. He mostly slept that first day, and half the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkEf3E1WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ICpbQM0oU9M/s1600-h/DSC05117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkEf3E1WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ICpbQM0oU9M/s320/DSC05117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044845298531489122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the next evening, he was t&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;aken off the drugs and was doing awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkFf3E1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nnvVwOpahK4/s1600-h/DSC05124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkFf3E1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nnvVwOpahK4/s320/DSC05124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044845315711358354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we had him walking all around the PICU.  He was wobbly, but he was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkEv3E1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oDw0e9aYzgk/s1600-h/DSC05120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 94px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkEv3E1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oDw0e9aYzgk/s320/DSC05120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044845302826456434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkFP3E1YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/znvqI-Vt8LY/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLkFP3E1YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/znvqI-Vt8LY/s320/DSC05125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044845311416391042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They moved him to another room, and we couldn't keep him in his "crib".  By the next day, we were on our way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to have him home and finally try to get back to normal, and just BREATHE a sigh of relief. Since then, it hasn't even phased him, and now, one year later, he barely even remembers anything at all. Sometimes he even forgets he has a scare (ouie) on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/ayearofhealingcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgL1aP3E1gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fwaivQCN03Y/s320/ayearofhealing+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864363891316226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you Josh!  My BIG, STRONG BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click on picture for a larger view                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some helpful sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umm.edu/ency/article/001099.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.umm.edu/ency/article/001099.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.congenitalheartdefects.com/advice.html#whatilearned" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.congenitalheartdefects.com/advice.html#whatilearned&lt;/a&gt;   -this one is written by another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardioaccess.com/diag02.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cardioaccess.com/diag02.html&lt;/a&gt;   -this one has pictures of the patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.congenitalheartdefects.com/surgeonquestions.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.congenitalheartdefects.com/surgeonquestions.html&lt;/a&gt;   -this one is excellent set of questions for before, during and after written by another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/vsd/vsd_treatments.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/vsd/vsd_treatments.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goremedical.com/English/Products/Helex/Index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.goremedical.com/English/Products/Helex/Index.htm&lt;/a&gt;   -one of the sites for the septal occluder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/cdrh/mda/docs/p000039.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fda.gov/cdrh/mda/docs/p000039.html&lt;/a&gt;   -another spetal occluder site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RgLmxf3E1dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/44HgovvbzgM/s1600-h/July2006-+%28204%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Not that they're all great pics, just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daddy helping his little Cinderella with her slipper.  Perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three had a blast all alone in the classroom before class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBO_R9o5I/AAAAAAAAADo/yTF0VGN3HO8/s1600-h/DSC_6081edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 116px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBO_R9o5I/AAAAAAAAADo/yTF0VGN3HO8/s320/DSC_6081edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040444133718467474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBPfR9o6I/AAAAAAAAADw/HFxehuRyoPc/s1600-h/DSC_6075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBPfR9o6I/AAAAAAAAADw/HFxehuRyoPc/s320/DSC_6075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040444142308402082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNHbfR9o8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EsxLl96uxdY/s1600-h/DSC_6051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 118px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNHbfR9o8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EsxLl96uxdY/s320/DSC_6051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040450945536598978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBPvR9o7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/t2DFvzMliAY/s1600-h/DSC_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 115px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RfNBPvR9o7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/t2DFvzMliAY/s320/DSC_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040444146603369394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=8880846&amp;amp;site=widget-ce.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=4&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=8880846&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p1/8880846/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;sk=4&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=8880846&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p2/8880846/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I always tell the boys what we will be doing the following day when I put them to bed.  I told them they would be going to school.  This caused Jacob to go into a fit.  He didn't want to go.  I then had a long talk with him, and told him I would stay with him during the first part of school.  So the next day, I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His day at school starts with the playground.  On the playground, the entire school (ages 0-5, about 50 kids) are all on the playground.  Even with me there, he began to cry and practically melt into my legs.  He wanted to go back inside, so I decided that I would take him inside and try to find out what's going on.  Though he was still VERY attached to me, he stopped crying.  Another little boy was inside, too, and tried to play with Jacob, but Jacob would have nothing to do with him, and hid his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher, Ms. Robin, arrived, and she suggested we go back outside, as class was going to begin soon.  No sooner did we get outside, and Jacob was crying again.  Ms. Robin tried, I tried, other children tried, but he was very upset. Then it was time to go in, and Ms. Robin assigned Jacob the "line leader."  He still wasn't happy, but he stopped crying.  Before they went in, I decided to go in and have a discussion about this with the direct, Ms. Cindy.  After a very long conversation with Ms. Cindy, I went in to check on Jacob in his class, who were all coming into their class from "potty time".  Jacob was in line going to class when he saw me.  Oh darn, I thought.  But he saw me, and he looked up and said, "Oh, that's my Mom.  Hi Mom."  No big deal!  Back to the old, outgoing, happy, independent Jake I know and love.  Then he said bye and went into his class with the other kids, as if he hadn't been freaking out for the past 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this is a playground issue, though I can't get out of him, what.  I'm not sure if it's a bully on the playground (I am thinking this may be part of it), or Jacob's Sensory issues (too overwhelming to have ALL those kids running around), or what.  Ms. Cindy and I have decided that next school day, I will drop him off a little closer to class time, so he will have limited playground time.  And it is just THIS playground, because he goes to the playground when I go to my gym, and he loves it!  So I'm kind of leaning towards there being a bully amongst them.  We'll figure this out for my poor baby. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-8373113871130745925?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/8373113871130745925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=8373113871130745925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8373113871130745925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8373113871130745925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/02/jacob-preschool-update-well-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/Rd5c7rxTfXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CSNGhBkEGs0/s72-c/DSC_5478edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-8247423254707817797</id><published>2007-02-20T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:34:48.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOSHUA  POINDEXTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM0rxTfSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sIJSYDTkD3s/s1600-h/0220071032a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM0rxTfSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sIJSYDTkD3s/s320/0220071032a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033842213991447842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, today was the day.  We took Joshua to get his glasses.  Doesn't he look handsome?  I admit, I almost cried when they told me he needed glasses, even though I was forewarned six months ago.  And even though I figured all my kids would need glasses at some point, because I am practically blind.  I just didn't think it would be so young. :(  But here he is, three years old, needing glasses.  Fortunately, it's a very mild prescription for farsightedness and asitgmatism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM1bxTfUI/AAAAAAAAACI/YPAOX-QXANQ/s1600-h/DSC05731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM1bxTfUI/AAAAAAAAACI/YPAOX-QXANQ/s320/DSC05731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033842226876349762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was very excited to get them, and so far we have been very lucky, in that he actually LIKES wearing them, and hasn't really tried to take them off.  Before the woman at the store put them on, she told Joshua the rules, that only Mommy and Daddy can take off his glasses. He seems to be abiding to those rules.  Keep your fingers crossed, that all continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM1rxTfVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mWTsmGYwjnE/s1600-h/DSC05733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM1rxTfVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mWTsmGYwjnE/s320/DSC05733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033842231171317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jacob was a very good boy, waiting for Joshua to try on his new glasses while he played with the toys at the store.  Malena was at school, but when she saw Joshua's glasses she pointed to them right away.  Later, when Malena tried to grab Joshua's glasses, Jacob told her, "No Malena.  Only Mommy and Daddy can take off Joshua's glasses."  Oh boy!  At least we know he was listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Free Web Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008064-8247423254707817797?l=kwiat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/feeds/8247423254707817797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008064&amp;postID=8247423254707817797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8247423254707817797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008064/posts/default/8247423254707817797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwiat3.blogspot.com/2007/02/joshua-poindexter-well-today-was-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Maryann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611373490007019886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b95/mkwiat/DSC_3276_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvM0rxTfSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sIJSYDTkD3s/s72-c/0220071032a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008064.post-7205566978520046211</id><published>2007-02-20T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:35:04.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PROBLEM PRESCHOOL FOR JACOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvRU7xTfWI/AAAAAAAAACo/umlvpb4CdC4/s1600-h/DSC_5776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EVsCAkz14DE/RdvRU7xTfWI/AAAAAAAAACo/umlvpb4CdC4/s320/DSC_5776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033847166088740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jacob started pre-school off with a bang!  He was so excited to have his very own school, and so happy to go every day.  The first day, he could hardly wait to go inside.  Well, he is now he opposite of that.  He cries for days before he knows he will be going to school, and cries for an hour after I drop him off.  He's turned from a very social, outgoing little boy, to very shy and withdrawn, not wanting to go anywhere, and not even wanting to go outside to play.  It is so heartbreaking.  I've asked him what is wrong, and I've gotten (by asking over and over) a couple things out of him. One is that another little friend hurt another little friend.  Another one is that he doesn't like "the room with toys." and he wants to go to the other room with books and learning (he is currently in the 2 1/2 yr room, due to he is not yet potty trained), and also, he says he wants to be in with Miss Julie.  His teacher is Miss Robin.  Miss Julie does not have a class.  I believe she is the director, but she did sub for Miss Robin once (actually, his first day).  He also cries that he wants Joshua to stay with him.  I'm not sure what's going on with him, but it's breaking my heart.  I plan on talking with Miss Julie to try to get this sraightened out, and, perhaps, at least, get him in the 3 year old room.  Perhaps, that would help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Yeahhhh!  So bittersweet.  I am so happy they are growing up, but they are growing up!  My babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Joshua have been waiting for this day for a long time.  They were so excited!  They will all be going to their own school due to different needs.  Malena and Joshua will each be going to schools in the school district.  Malena will be going to the "4 day Rocket", and Joshua will be going to the "2 day Rocket" program.  Malena will be going Monday through Thursday, and Joshua will be going Monday and Wednesday.  Jacob is doing so well, and his sensory issues are not considered, so he was not elligible for the Rocket program.  So he is attending a private pre-school on Monday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/680514/DSC_5542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/320/967709/DSC_5542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malena was the first one dropped off.  I'm not sure she knew what was going on, but you wouldn't know it.  She walked right in, put her backpack right in a cubby hole, and was off playing, without even looking back to tell Mommy bye.  Sniff.  Okay, that hurt my feelings a little bit, but I was so happy to see what a great job she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/896986/DSC_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/320/322634/DSC_5552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was next off, and he COULD NOT WAIT to get in to school.  He was so excited when the teacher put his name on his own Cubby.  When I walked him out to the playground, he turned to me and said, "Bye Mom, " as if he was thinking, "Okay, now you go Mom.  Don't embarass me.".....  more hurt feelings, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/47832/DSC_5558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/320/274169/DSC_5558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I got back to the car with Joshua and Daddy, Joshua started getting upset, saying he wanted to stay at that school.  Uh oh.  Is he going to be my difficult one, I thought as we drove off to his school.  As soon as he saw his very own school, he couldn't be happier.  He happily met his teacher, and they were off.  He does seem to need a little more direction than Jake, but he did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was the last dropped off, but the first picked up. The teacher said he did great!  He was so excited to show Mommy and Daddy his new fireman's hat he made, and tell us all about his day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we picked up Malena.  Since the pickup times between the two is only 3 minutes, we were a few minutes late, so she was standing out front with the teacher.  Her teacher, Mrs. Hamlet, said she had "one of the best first days I've ever seen."  She was very attentive, and participated in circle time, and attempted every word they prompted.  She was also attempting all the signs!  Good girl!  I'm so proud of you!  Of course, as soon as she saw me, she said, "Ma!" and gave me a hug, then ran for the car.  So I guess she had a good time, but was ready to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was last picked up (even though his school is closer to Joshua's).  When I walked in, all the other little kids were asleep in their cots, but Jacob was on the floor reading books.  He was so happy to see me, and ran right for me.  His teacher said he did sooo great and was extremely friendly, and soo smart!  I told her, he's quite a talker, and she said that even though he was new to the class, he was the only student who would answer all the questions.  Every time she asked a question, she would just look at him to answer!  :)  Gosh, he's so much like Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, my three little ones ventured out of the nest on their own, and one by one, they all returned safely... So, I guess we all survived (especially Mommy :)  ).  In fact, it looks like they all did amazingly well, and I think it has so much to do with their previous school ICEC.  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They continued to shake for an hour, then everything turned into a "dream mode".  Leaving the doctor's office, Alex and I started discussing how this was going to be possible.  Our whole lives had already changed, instantly.  Our discussion was full of smiles and giggles, as if we were pretending what would happen if we were really to have three babies.  Haha.  Then we arrived at the car, a small Honda Civic, and I stopped and said, "We need a new car!"  Suddenly, it was all so real, and we couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say most life changes happen gradually.  And, although we still needed to go through pregnancy, delivery, NICU stays, etc. our lives changed the instant we knew there were three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe that God has given me such blessings and has trusted me with such precious gifts.  I love you all more than you'll ever know.  Happy Birthday my beautiful babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/633840/DSC03212_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/320/503657/DSC03212_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/979471/Sept2006%20%2895%29_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 101px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/320/936819/Sept2006%20%2895%29_edited-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been and will always be my PRINCESS!  My little Munchkin!  I cannot believe how much you have accomplished and how much you have just wowed me in the last year.  You've come a long way, Baby!  Just a little over a year ago you began walking, and now you're almost running.   You're so smart, and so beautiful.    I don't know what I'd do without seeing those big brown eyes look up at me every day.  Every new word you begin to speak is like angels singing in  my ears.  I know you're going to continue to amaze, astonish, and inspire me, and, though I'm sad to see my little baby girl grow so soon, I can't wait to see the big girl you are becoming.  You make me proud.  I love you Malena my Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/869770/DSC03213_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 90px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/200/258742/DSC03213_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/962954/DSC_4931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/200/445011/DSC_4931.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been so difficult for you.  I still think of that day in March when they took you from my arms for surgery.  That moment was the scariest moment of my life.  It the hardest thing I've done as a mother to let you go.  But when you came out, you showed everyone how strong and brave you truly are, and in turn, you have taught me to be strong and brave as well.  You touch everyone's heart who meets you.  You're a little flirt, and you're a little troublemaker, but even through that, no one can resist your sweet little face.  And when I put you to bed at night or just any time during the day, when you come to me and hug me, and say, "I lub you, Mommy," I hold back the tears of joy, and hold onto you a little longer, because I don't ever want to let you go again.   Though you've had some difficulties this year, Joshua, you have made me proud.  You're sweet, kind, and intelligent.  I think you're actually too smart for your own good, sometimes. :)  I see my little "sweetpea" is growing so fast, and becoming such a little boy.  I know you will thrive in pre-school next year, and I can't wait to see your continued accomplishments.  I love you my little "tiny but mighty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/367055/DSC03214_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 98px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/200/809170/DSC03214_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/1600/337168/DSC_3429edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 98px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5226/1503/200/521227/DSC_3429edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who always kicked me in my tummy when I was pregnant to let me know you were there. And though you were the last one born, you were the first one in my arms, and the first one home.  You were the one who "broke us in" on your first night home, when you cried every three hours and exhausted me and Daddy.  In fact, we've said that one night with just you was harder than the first night with all three home!  You are such my silly little chatter box.  I love the long conversations we have and dream of having them our whole lives.  You are the kindest and most considerate little boy I have ever known and are always thinking of others.  This year has been your year to flourish and just, generally show off!  Whether it being knowing you ABC's,  123's, or colors, you generally have a thirst for knowledge that I can only admire.  Even if I've heard you sing ABC's for the (literally) 20th time in a row, I smile with every ending of, "next time won't you let me sing with you."  :)  And with all this I see you growing and becoming more independent.  So bittersweet. I love to see you happy, making new friends on your own, but breaks my heart that I may not always be there to see everything.  But, boy, do I know you'll be telling me ALL about it. :)  You may be the leader the three, but you are also my little baby, who still comes running to me when you are hurt.  And for a while longer, I will also take comfort when I kiss the booboo and give a big hug to make it better.  For a while longer, I'll hold onto my little baby.  I know the next year will bring you more success, as you are like a shooting star, lighting up the sky.  I feel just lucky to witness it.  But I'll quickly make a wish that your next year should be as wonderful as this one has been for you.  Happy Birthday, handsome.  I love you, my little "peanut".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 years ago, three angels came into our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVTR51lIERI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVTR51lIERI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=mkwiat" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=mkwiat&amp;s=amini" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=mkwiat&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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