<?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-1163425867034673498</id><updated>2011-09-07T13:14:31.333-04:00</updated><category term='lake'/><category term='home'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='travel'/><category term='winter'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Academy/school'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>As for me and my house...</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse inside the Tallo house</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-736364794315408204</id><published>2011-09-07T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:14:31.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>Galloping the Globe</title><content type='html'>This year we are &lt;a href="http://www.geomatters.com/product/galloping-the-globe-now-with-cd-rom"&gt;Galloping the Globe&lt;/a&gt;! For anyone unfamiliar with it, it is a geography based unit study that includes history, science, literature, language arts, etc. Pretty much everything but math and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first week was an introduction to maps and the globe and the continents.  This week we started on Asia and we are learning about South Korea. Over the next few weeks we will be "visiting" China, Japan, and India, a few more Asian counties and then off to a different continent.  We are using the library for resource books and stories from the counties.  Our county system seems to have everything on the GtG list if I wanted to hunt them down but the branch down the road seems to have a more than adequate selection for our needs so I think I'll be sticking to that.  Crafts and cooking (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Your-Way-Around-World/dp/1931397368"&gt;Eat Your Way Around the World&lt;/a&gt;) will help to make this a hands-on fun year (hopefully).  As our science subjects come up we study them (tigers in India, coral reefs in Australia, etc).  I picked up a bunch of &lt;a href="http://www.usborne-quicklinks.com/usa/usa_menu_areas_pages/beginners/beginners.asp?type=subject&amp;amp;menu=s110"&gt;Usborne beginners&lt;/a&gt; science books that I'm really impressed with - great illustrations, short but information packed books.  These work well with GtG even though they aren't on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the flexibility that GtG provides but while giving you the outline.  You can spend as much time on a country as you want.  From what I've read, some people take a year to do it all, some take two.  Some people only do one country from each continent but spend a whole month on it.  You can do all of the readings and activities if you wanted to.  But everything is organized for you.  They provide lists of age appropriate stories.  They point out what science fits in where and books to read to learn about them.  They list websites for the different subject matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan right now is to spend a week on each country to go for an overview/exposure effect.  December will be "Christmas around the World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized Max's preschool list (the SL preschool I've used with K and A) to fit in the best it can.   It doesn't always fit but it is fun when it does.  All of the kids are listening in to that - who doesn't like nursery rhymes, fairy tales, classic stories and fun books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love the idea all of the subjects working together, I couldn't abandon the workbooks all together.  Some people are great using unit studies and getting kids to learn their language arts things just fine...I admit I like the security of a book.  Maybe some day...but then again maybe not.  So we are sticking with our Abeka language and math programs and Veritas Press for reading (with a little Abeka/SL reading to gain confidence since those seem to be easier for for Katrina).  I'm also thinking we will read through the Abeka health and history books at some point this year. (Abeka history is US focused at this grade which I wouldn't mind Katrina hearing a little since we are focusing on the world with GtG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that is the plan...we'll see what it shapes up to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-736364794315408204?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/736364794315408204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=736364794315408204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/736364794315408204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/736364794315408204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2011/09/galloping-globe.html' title='Galloping the Globe'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8244004351082198804</id><published>2011-08-12T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:36:57.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Second Summer</title><content type='html'>This year our summer has been divided into two parts - Lake and Rochester.  At first I felt that our summer was over when we came back to Rochester (we are renting the lake for the month of August) but I've realized it is actually just a different kind of summer.  We are now in the middle of "second summer" and it is going much better than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First summer: hot, sun, laid back, no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Down at the lake we take a relaxed approach to life.  The kids don't wear shoes and most of the time only wear bathing suits.  I'm in flip flops, gym shorts, and tank tops.  We are in a routine rather than a schedule.  Most days include time at the beach, bikes, fishing, swimming.  The kids go on walks with Pap (my dad) and the dog to pick berries.  We sit around a camp fire in the evening.  I got a great tan!  The weather was very warm but a great breeze came off the lake making it very comfortable - warm enough to want to swim but not to the point you get miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that the great weather and fun definitely made it very hard to leave the lake this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second summer: VBS, dance, friends, play.&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure how it would go being in Rochester for summer - slightly cooler temperature have helped I think.  The kids have been going to morning VBS.  Max was able to go the first week which gave me just Tristan for the morning! I tried out public market since we didn't have our vegetable share we get down at the lake.  This past week was a dance workshop so Katrina attended, I taught and the boys got to play at a friends house for the afternoon.  We'll finish out the summer with a couple more camps and our church's family camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a crash back into schedules and shoe wearing but the kids have had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8244004351082198804?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8244004351082198804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8244004351082198804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8244004351082198804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8244004351082198804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-summer.html' title='Second Summer'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-2801042934145209926</id><published>2011-07-07T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:55:43.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Well, I see I have been quite neglectful here I see.  Guess the first thing to do is play catch up.  Here's a quick look at our year.  Perhaps I'll elaborate on them, perhaps I'll just move on from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina and Alex took gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina took Irish dance&lt;br /&gt;* Went grape picking in Naples, NY&lt;br /&gt;* Tristan turned 1!&lt;br /&gt;* Went to Alumni Weekend at UR - saw Jim Gaffigan and Yellowjackets as well as some friends&lt;br /&gt;* Had a successful Oireachtas - Girls U9 Ceili 7th, Mixed U9 Ceili 3rd, Girls U12 Ceili 10th, Mixed U12 Ceili 6th, Girls O16 Ceili 14th, Figure U15 2nd&lt;br /&gt;* Annual holiday Pops concerts&lt;br /&gt;* Dance Ice Skating Party&lt;br /&gt;* A multitude of Christmas - our family, Tallo's, Zink's - and a visit from Bear and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;* Family trip to Myrtle Beach&lt;br /&gt;* Max turned 3!&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina danced at the Hooley, dance outs for St. Patrick's Day, and the Brockport Concert&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina turned 6!&lt;br /&gt;* Bear and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina started competitions for dance&lt;br /&gt;* School ends, Academy ends&lt;br /&gt;* Katrina and Alex's fun meet at the gym&lt;br /&gt;* Moved back to the lake for the summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-2801042934145209926?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/2801042934145209926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=2801042934145209926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2801042934145209926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2801042934145209926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-1657303683989345015</id><published>2010-10-09T10:21:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:00:08.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>Start of School</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm a little late posting beginning of school pictures but better late than never I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is in Kindergarten this year!  Where did that come from?!?!?!  That is such a milestone to me and is filled with mixed emotions.  The toddler/preschool years are over but new adventures are on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is following right behind his sister in preK.  Totally a different bird, I'm learning that some things Katrina loved and worked wonderfully with her aren't his cup of tea.  Definitely a boy in the roll on the floor, energetic, rough and tumble sort of way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is catching bits and pieces at the beginning side of preschool.  He's keeping up well in the superhero department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan is crawling and cruising and eating and smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at Academy again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some first day of Academy pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCGUOCQdCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OPCslxo9HEQ/s1600/101_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCGUOCQdCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OPCslxo9HEQ/s400/101_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526064424706667554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpacks ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCHzJ5tbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CD2Vp8z8wtw/s1600/101_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCHzJ5tbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CD2Vp8z8wtw/s400/101_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526066055684648546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCIKgKRKgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2nMeWRbCOm4/s1600/101_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCIKgKRKgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2nMeWRbCOm4/s400/101_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526066456796670466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCIrPZlx3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/72VwzNsI5vg/s1600/101_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCIrPZlx3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/72VwzNsI5vg/s400/101_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526067019233216370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (with the Wii remote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCKyikKH2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/hTWC_bjNFKI/s1600/101_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCKyikKH2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/hTWC_bjNFKI/s400/101_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526069343660154722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCLLeSoQOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nuad1lsxVAs/s1600/101_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCLLeSoQOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nuad1lsxVAs/s400/101_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526069772009619682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick glance back to make sure Mom is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCLaDLFXhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T38mS6E-8iQ/s1600/101_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCLaDLFXhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T38mS6E-8iQ/s400/101_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526070022428253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina has science (S. Avila), Five in a Row (M. Avila) and gym.&lt;br /&gt;Alex is in the same science class, preschool (Stear) and the same gym class.&lt;br /&gt;Max and Tristan are in the nursery but Max sometimes joins the preschool class with the other "nursery seniors" Noah and Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and Alex are in the Academy bowling league so get to bowl one game (with bumpers) each week.  After that is done they may start Irish dance in the afternoon or free play...that is TBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home we are using a variety of things for each of them.  I still feel I'm in the trial stage so some of what I planned for the beginning of the year may be stretched over two years, saved for next year or scrapped altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina: Abeka K for math, Veritas Press K for reading. Sonlight K (Intro to World Cultures) for history/read-alouds/.  Abeka K Social Studies (complements the world cultures and adds in community helps and some US history) Explode the Code 1. Reason for Handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina was very excited to receive her books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCEsrG__SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fbb9eRmncww/s1600/100_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCEsrG__SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fbb9eRmncww/s400/100_2924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062645804793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCFI8Joz_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pXzMBzTZGd8/s1600/100_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCFI8Joz_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pXzMBzTZGd8/s400/100_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526063131415597042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCFT23a_8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OOm-Y6D0Nko/s1600/100_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCFT23a_8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OOm-Y6D0Nko/s400/100_2928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526063318975578050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Abeka ABC-123. Abeka K4 reading though I think I want to move him to the VP reading program.  Sonlight K and Abeka K Social Studies with Katrina. Explode the Code A, B, C. Reason for Handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more pictures but can't seem to find the folder they are hiding in so that will have to be all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-1657303683989345015?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/1657303683989345015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=1657303683989345015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1657303683989345015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1657303683989345015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/10/start-of-school.html' title='Start of School'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/TLCGUOCQdCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OPCslxo9HEQ/s72-c/101_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-6221136417354966358</id><published>2010-10-09T09:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:39:27.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Extra adjectives</title><content type='html'>If you are going to get in your car, most people don't say "I'm getting into my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;automatic &lt;/span&gt;minivan".  If you are drinking milk most people don't announce "I'm having a glass of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2% white&lt;/span&gt; milk".  If you are putting on a tshirt most people don't inform you that they are going to be wearing "a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cotton/polyester blend &lt;/span&gt;tshirt".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then do many that eat organic foods feel the need to clarify that they are eating such foods?! "I'm cooking &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;organic &lt;/span&gt;chicken with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;organic &lt;/span&gt;green beans and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;organic brown&lt;/span&gt; rice"  "My son is eating &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;organic gluten free &lt;/span&gt;cookies" "For dinner tonight I had a salad with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;organic &lt;/span&gt;lettuces".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they seeking approval from their fellow organic peers?  Are they trying to elevated themselves above the non-organics out there?  What is your agenda?  There has to be a reason why some feel the need to prove they are eating this way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had rice for dinner.  In this context, rice is rice - white, brown, organic or not.  I can see labeling packages and menus as such and but in conversation it makes me wonder your motive for adding in that adjective.  If you tried a new variety, sure, provide the descriptive (I tried Spanish rice; it was delicious).  Otherwise, just eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no problem with discussions of food and life style choices, blog post, conversations, etc.  My radar goes up on the constant insertion of these "extra" adjectives into millions of statements and status updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do know a number of people who eat organic or natural foods or special diets that do not broadcast their choices, thank you to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-6221136417354966358?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/6221136417354966358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=6221136417354966358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6221136417354966358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6221136417354966358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/10/extra-adjectives.html' title='Extra adjectives'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-5381035616078897947</id><published>2010-09-01T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:35:19.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reflections</title><content type='html'>Today is September 1st.  September to me signals the beginning of fall but the weather certainly doesn't seem to remember that.  For awhile things had been cooling down but the last few days have been back to 90. It's putting me back in the summer mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick glance through our summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time on Cayuga Lake&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary's memorial service which brought a visit from Uncle Mark's family&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's 5th birthday - yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Weddings, bridal showers and baby showers&lt;br /&gt;Katrina danced in the end of the year Irish Dance showcase&lt;br /&gt;Annual trip to Sea Breeze&lt;br /&gt;Bear, Hannah and Ava visits&lt;br /&gt;Luissa's highschool graduation party&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Valley 65th Anniversary Alumni Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at friends' pools&lt;br /&gt;A couple dance lessons for Katrina&lt;br /&gt;Alex's 4th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Bible Schools&lt;br /&gt;Family Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general it was a pretty low key summer - mainly spent at the lake doing lake things as a family.  Lots of boat rides, trips to the playground, a couple wineries, playing in the water, fishing, etc.  Katrina and Alex gained confidence swimming, still with a lifejacket though, Katrina learned how to kayak and both are accomplished paddle boaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot a highlight...Katrina learned to ride a bike!  She pretty much taught herself with the help of the slope in the driveway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice that my parents are at the lake most of the week so we get to see them a lot.  Katrina and Alex go on walks with my dad and his very tall, white dog.  Justin and my dad fish.  We all enjoy time around the campfire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-5381035616078897947?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/5381035616078897947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=5381035616078897947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5381035616078897947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5381035616078897947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-reflections.html' title='Summer Reflections'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8543426452218197025</id><published>2010-06-11T16:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:32:38.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Transition Time</title><content type='html'>Confession: I am a creature of habit.  I like planning.  Keeping to a routine comforts me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:  I like the ending and beginning of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How that works: I like the accomplishment of completing something.  I like the planning of something new and a fresh routine.  I just don't always like the settling into a routine time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I am in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently bouncing back and forth from the lake to the city which means packing and unpacking food and clothes.  We keep stuff at both houses but perishables have to go back and forth since lately I never know how long we are staying at either home.  I don't own enough clothes (that fit) to keep things at both houses.  The kids drawers at the lake seem bursting while home they are wearing PJ's for lack of clothing.  Three hairbrushes in Rochester, coming my hair with a fork Wednesday morning at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and Alex finished up all of their preschool stuff from last year but the concept of summer vacation is completely foreign to them, not to mention I don't really like the concept but more on that another time.  But we are in the process of ordering their next level of stuff so we can't really work out a routine yet.  Plus I haven't figured out how to work them both into the day with Max and Tristan without loosing all my time during naps (for house things, bills, Academy work, and "productive" things like email and this!).  I can't complain that they are hounding me to do school but I'm looking forward to when I feel under control with the routine of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to figure out our summer schedule - family/friend visits, renters at the lake, when to be there or Rochester, family camp, kid fun activities, etc.  I think this is where my main head spin is coming from...I like to have the calendar all laid out (and stick to it!).  So many options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really all of it boils down to the fact we are fortunate enough to have these options.  I just need help remembering that.  Well, and maybe help weeding out some activities.  Probably could use a little help with the housework too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8543426452218197025?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8543426452218197025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8543426452218197025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8543426452218197025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8543426452218197025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/06/transition-time.html' title='Transition Time'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-599133135937136853</id><published>2010-05-14T15:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:47:45.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>Academy End</title><content type='html'>Another year of Academy comes to a close!  Today was filled with parties and games and setting up for open house.  Katrina's and Alex's class dyed eggs, frosted (and ate) cookies, and played games.  My science class had snacks while presenting their science project posters to each other and then set up their display.  Tonight and tomorrow the jr/sr high kids are performing the musical "Seussical" and Open House is Sunday...should be a crazy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-599133135937136853?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/599133135937136853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=599133135937136853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/599133135937136853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/599133135937136853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/05/academy-end.html' title='Academy End'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-5878675150780516377</id><published>2010-05-13T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:15:35.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Accomplishing "Nothing"</title><content type='html'>Sitting down to lunch, at 2:40, again I was plagued with the feeling of accomplishing "nothing" to this point in the day.  As I sipped my tea and thoroughly enjoyed me grilled cheese sandwich I reflected on my morning to see why I did not get to any of my project list items.  What had my nothing day been filled with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early breakfast for 2, late/second breakfast for 3, lunch for 3, nursing numerous times, a couple diaper changes, a bath for 1, my shower, a couple loads of laundry, paying bills for Justin's business, helping the kids making thank you cards, snack time, more coloring and cutting...and cleaning up from coloring and cutting, reading the kids a few stories, having Katrina read to me, putting out a few fights, responding to potential renter emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have realized is that these nothing days are truly something days!  It may not be visible to others - the house won't look miraculously cleaner than it did when Justin left, my to-do/project list isn't really any shorter, I haven't invented anything or cured diseases - but I did something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you out there that may also be struggling with plaguing thoughts of little accomplishment as you answer "nothing" or "the usual" to the "What did you do today?" question, remember we did do something today, even if it goes unnoticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-5878675150780516377?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/5878675150780516377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=5878675150780516377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5878675150780516377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5878675150780516377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/05/accomplishing-nothing.html' title='Accomplishing &quot;Nothing&quot;'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8625585225759044052</id><published>2010-04-12T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:15:44.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Vent</title><content type='html'>Now I appreciate that online banking, etc have security measures in place so they don't hand out your password to anyone who calls in but it is very frustrating that they won't give the information to a wife if it is in the husband's name.  Many of our accounts are in Justin's name but I am the one that logs in for day-to-day transactions.  We have a joint bank account but the log in info was created by the bank under his name so when I mistyped the password, got locked out, tried to call to get it unlocked, I was unable to be told the new password.  It is frustrating when I'm not on the account (ex. a mortgage only in his name) but the bank account I'm listed on!  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8625585225759044052?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8625585225759044052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8625585225759044052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8625585225759044052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8625585225759044052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/04/vent.html' title='A Vent'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-1478748761711602168</id><published>2010-04-07T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:55:29.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>http://www.postlets.com/res/3641627&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-1478748761711602168?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/1478748761711602168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=1478748761711602168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1478748761711602168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1478748761711602168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-5276926845202211162</id><published>2010-03-31T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:11:44.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CSA vs Farmers Market</title><content type='html'>A couple years ago, a friend introduced me to a Windy Meadow Farm, a CSA. http://www.windymeadowfarms.com/  Here you pay for a share of the crops and each week you receive your portion of what ever they harvested that week.  Some CSA's require you to work on the farm but this one does not.  For various reasons I toyed with it for a couple years and ended up not signing up. This past year I got into going to area Farmer's Markets instead of joining the CSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we plan on spending most of our time down at the lake so I started looking into what Farmer's Markets were in the area.  I found a few but they were farther away than I was hoping.  That's when I found a local CSA that has a pick up point 5 min away from the house.  So I was sold on this option.  But as I was reading his information I found out the next town over is starting a Farmer's Market so now I'm back to deciding between the two options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros and Cons that I can think of:&lt;br /&gt;CSA Pros: &lt;br /&gt;* I would end up with a wider variety than if I purchased at the market.  Obviously I would have the option for the same variety at the market but I would probably stick to the ones I know we eat.&lt;br /&gt;* Good pick up location, probably can just grab and go.  Could do easily with all of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;* Prepaid so I don't have to worry about having cash on me&lt;br /&gt;* Every week we would be getting more so we would have to eat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSA Cons:&lt;br /&gt;* 20 weeks regardless of my schedule.  If we aren't in town, someone else has to get the share or we forfeit it that week&lt;br /&gt;* might have more of things we don't want and less of what we do want that week&lt;br /&gt;* It looks like there is fruit on his list but I would probably want to buy others so may end up at the market anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Pros:&lt;br /&gt;* We pick the selection and quantity.&lt;br /&gt;* If we aren't in town or have a lot left over from the previous week then we don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;* Other vendors to choose from as well. The CSA's vegetable list seemed excellent but I would like more fruit varieties. &lt;br /&gt;* I like the market experience. &lt;br /&gt;* Multiple markets to choose from though only one is really close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Cons:&lt;br /&gt;* Difficult if I have to bring all of the kids&lt;br /&gt;* We will probably stick to our current vegetable amounts and varieties&lt;br /&gt;* The local market is brand new this year so I don't know how many vendors will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-5276926845202211162?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/5276926845202211162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=5276926845202211162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5276926845202211162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5276926845202211162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/03/csa-vs-farmers-market.html' title='CSA vs Farmers Market'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-4304198494654424859</id><published>2010-03-06T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:53:38.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>Preschool Update</title><content type='html'>Continuing the updates...onto school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and Alex are still doing Academy on Fridays.  They are together for the first three periods (music followed by the assortment class - activities, snack, science experiments, stories, crafts, playtime, etc).  Then Alex stays with the younger preschoolers for another assortment class based on letter of the week - coloring, story, Bible, play, etc and Katrina and the older preschoolers join the K-2's for gym class.  Neither of them have anything structured in the afternoon.  They usually join in the active games (often dodgeball, tag, or nerf guns) or playing house with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina at home:&lt;br /&gt;ABC-123: Been pleased with this in general.  Overall I think I don't like how the math and phonics were in the same book.  The math was cute (mainly number concepts to 20) but things she already knew.  The phonics in the beginning was quite challenging for her but she has come a long way with it and now it seems to be right on for her.  She is sounding out three letter short vowel words pretty well and we are starting on long vowel.  I think it would have been better had the two subjects not been linked since she is at two different levels but it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready, Get Set, Go for the Code: Katrina has like these - fun and pretty easy/straightforward.  She is almost finished with the last book.  The books have done the same skill introducing each letter in the alphabet and some basic handwriting practice.  Because of them she is great at beginning sounds of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math-U-See: I'm not a huge fan but Katrina seems to really like it (loves the video aspect) and she seems to be getting it.  We've done shapes, counting, place value to 100's and now we are beginning adding.  If we are given the next level I may let her keep going in it since it is fun for her but I won't be purchasing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create-A-Calendar: I had always somewhat laughed at this idea thinking it was more of a craft than a learning tool (not that that is bad to have a craft!) but I really see it as a fun learning tool now.  Katrina thinks she is just playing with stickers but is learning the days of the week, months of the year, number order, seasons, holidays, birthdays, etc.  She's having a ball with it!  I think I would do this for her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;Letters and Sounds: Alex didn't get into this book as much as Katrina did.  He mainly draws giant circles on the pages.  But he feels involved and has fun.  Don't know how much he has actually learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Skills: Again going slowly.  He likes any cutting and pasting days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Reading list: Moving along on this.  They seem to like the individual stories better than the ones in treasury editions, even the ones that have all the pictures of the originals in it.  In the future I may post what we read and ones I really liked.  Animals have been a big hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-4304198494654424859?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/4304198494654424859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=4304198494654424859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4304198494654424859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4304198494654424859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/03/preschool-update.html' title='Preschool Update'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8445363063954461857</id><published>2010-03-03T13:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:13:56.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Rolls, Capes, and Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46xUobxW7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KepimDlBPHA/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46xUobxW7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KepimDlBPHA/s400/P1010051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483967546907570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the updates I figured kids would be next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan has changed the most in the past few months.  He is now rolling around, playing with toys, and has received his first war wound (nerf gun...not the dart, the actual gun...to the head while he was nursing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46xjosFyPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M5VDv13K2LY/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46xjosFyPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M5VDv13K2LY/s400/P1010077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444484225313392882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max has joined the Batman fan club.  He now wears capes and plays with figurines along with the big kids.  All of the superheroes seem to be called Batman at this point.  He is quite a ham - singing (read more as yelling) into toys pretending they are microphones, saying things then breaking into hysterical laughter, chasing Steve the cat, and conquering the sledding hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is still president of the Batman fan club.  Daily attire is a costume, Batman is clean but Superman will do in a pinch, or a Batman cape and underwear.  Makes for less laundry so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is still running the show.  She is an honorary member of the Batman fan club though is often a princess or dinosaur that is visiting the Super Friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46w-6HAnUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EUJBft8rFdQ/s1600-h/p_00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46w-6HAnUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EUJBft8rFdQ/s400/p_00102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483594334543170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8445363063954461857?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8445363063954461857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8445363063954461857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8445363063954461857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8445363063954461857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/03/rolls-capes-and-princesses.html' title='Rolls, Capes, and Princesses'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/S46xUobxW7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KepimDlBPHA/s72-c/P1010051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-4150313340453697394</id><published>2010-03-03T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:14:13.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Back to the Blog</title><content type='html'>Things have been in flux here lately...hence the break from the blog.  So I guess some updates would be fitting for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First major change: House - we left our large, country Wheatland Center Road house and moved into one of our rentals, a small, city house, as a temporary home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts behind this seemingly insane move?  The end goal is to buy a house close to our rental properties and Justin's work which is mainly on the east side of the city, one that doesn't require a TON of maintenance and remodeling.  The Wheatland house was an old farm house that Justin was in the process of remodeling.  Even when the remodeling was done, bring a pre-1900s house, it was going to need continual upkeep.  It had 6 acres - 3 of which we mowed.  We heated it with coal which meant tending the stove.  Don't get me wrong - the Wheatland house was a fun house.  But we are looking to simplify things in our lives right now and that house was far from simple.  Moving to the city simplified our living in many ways - heat was only a turn of the thermostat away, no remodeling or major ongoing maintenance, minimal yard maintenance, close to the rental properties, Justin's work and life in general.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not move only once; why move into the city when you know you are moving again?  We decided it would be much easier to finish the remodeling process without living in the construction.  Justin could leave his tools out without having the kids "helping" during the day while he is at work.  It will also be a lot easier to show the place without having to clean it and leave every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-4150313340453697394?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/4150313340453697394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=4150313340453697394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4150313340453697394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4150313340453697394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to the Blog'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-5051248927205052123</id><published>2009-10-12T21:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:20:37.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;                      &lt;div align="left"&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When                          things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;                       When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,&lt;br /&gt;                       When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;                       And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;                       When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;                       Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life                          is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;                       As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;                       And many a failure turns about,&lt;br /&gt;                       When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;                       Don't give up though the pace seems slow--&lt;br /&gt;                       You may succeed with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Often                          the goal is nearer than,&lt;br /&gt;                       It seems to a faint and faltering man,&lt;br /&gt;                       Often the struggler has given up,&lt;br /&gt;                       When he might have captured the victor's cup,&lt;br /&gt;                       And he learned too late when the night slipped down,&lt;br /&gt;                       How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Success                          is failure turned inside out--&lt;br /&gt;                       The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;                       And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;                       It may be near when it seems so far,&lt;br /&gt;                       So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--&lt;br /&gt;                       It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-                          Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-5051248927205052123?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/5051248927205052123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=5051248927205052123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5051248927205052123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5051248927205052123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8627589871928121939</id><published>2009-10-04T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:15:42.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the world Tristan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy, home, dinner with my in-laws and Justin, bed.  Nothing really out of the ordinary for a Friday except the occasional belly twinge in the evening, but even that wasn't suspect.  Went to bed and woke up at 1.  Contraction or movement?  Either way it went away quickly and I went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2:30...now this was something.  But it was later than anything had ever started so I thought it might not be anything real, just a warm up.  It was enough though that I had woken up enough that I wasn't falling back asleep.  And it wasn't an isolated incident.  At 3 I took a shower and things went from not very close to seemingly close but I wasn't timing and had no idea how long I had been in the shower so I didn't really have an idea where things might be at.  Got dressed and decided that I would feel better if Justin's mother, who was going to come watch the kids, came over so when it was time to leave we didn't need to wait.  She called on her way over to see how things were going and if we were going to rush out as soon as she go there, I told her I didn't think so.  I realized I hadn't called the midwife yet so I put in a call to her and waited her return call.  My MIL arrives, waiting for the call back but now I've decided we need to leave as soon as I talk to her, or maybe before and I'd talk to her on the way in.  Call comes in, we head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking to the car I get a contraction that stops me in my tracks.  Bending over and looking down at the grass I am seriously thinking that we may not make it to the hospital.  The more I thought about it I didn't know if I would make it back in the house.  Looking at the grass I thought that I might deliver right there.  But I didn't so the story continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into Grandma Tallo's car (so now added pressure to be able to make it to the hospital!) and off flies Justin.  Definitely broke speed laws and ran lights.  Not thinking about the difference between my van and this car, I urge him not to slow down over the railroad tracks - biggest mistake of the night!  Needless to say I was much more patient crossing the second set of tracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little relief sets in as we pull up to the entrance, Justin drops me off and I waddle in.  The receptionist looks at me and has a really nice security guard wheel me up to labor floor.  I get to triage and get the impression that she doesn't realize I am as far as I think I am...and I'm sure hoping I am as far as I think I am so I don't feel foolish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far apart are the contractions?"&lt;br /&gt;Not ever really have timed them, just knowing there were a lot going down Morgan Rd, I give her the "correct" answer of 1-4 min.&lt;br /&gt;"For how long?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, no clue.  "30 min to an hour"&lt;br /&gt;So this is when her skepticism kicks in.  Usually that spacing has to keep up for awhile before anything is really getting there so I couldn't blame her but I knew I wasn't at the beginning of labor.&lt;br /&gt;"And what where they before that?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, feeding the "correct" answer..."5 min"&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to settle her so she went on to get the monitor ready.  Believing I didn't have time to get the time they wanted on the monitor before this baby came I asked to be checked first. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh...9 and a half...let's get you going here!"&lt;br /&gt;So me and the bed take a short roll down the hall to the next room and less than 10 min after arriving at the hospital Tristan Robert arrived at 5:27 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8627589871928121939?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8627589871928121939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8627589871928121939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8627589871928121939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8627589871928121939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-934064106469819114</id><published>2009-09-23T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:15:42.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>The due date approaches.  I don't know why I'm really even entertaining the idea of going early/on time since it hasn't happened yet but there is just something about that date they give you, even when I don't really believe it (I think it should be the Oct 4 not Sept 27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any strange shift of the baby, I find myself analyzing if this would be a good time or not to go into labor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not right now, I want/need to do XYZ&lt;br /&gt;now wouldn't be bad, I slept really well last night&lt;br /&gt;no, just too tired right now&lt;br /&gt;no, I'd really like to go grape picking on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm just not ready yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have more no moments than yes moments so it is a good thing nothing is really happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-934064106469819114?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/934064106469819114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=934064106469819114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/934064106469819114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/934064106469819114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-1814563828646384449</id><published>2009-09-11T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:15:21.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>First Day of Academy</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of Academy and all in all it went pretty smoothly.  Katrina and Alex are in the same preschool class - which seems very strange to me.  After a brief stop in Papa's office, Katrina told him that she had to go to class and happily went down to her room - such a change from last year when she would only go down when her favorite teacher would come to get her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their day consists of a music class, then a class that is based upon a letter a week with stories, activities, crafts, games, etc, and then a class that I really don't know much about yet.  When I saw them at lunch they were both very excited about their morning...ate "ants on a log", played on the playground, sang songs, made pictures and glued things (no idea what they were gluing as it didn't come home this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am teaching 7/8 general science again this year.  Looks like a pretty fun group of kids so that should make for a fun year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-1814563828646384449?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/1814563828646384449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=1814563828646384449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1814563828646384449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1814563828646384449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-academy.html' title='First Day of Academy'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-5703283608162662030</id><published>2009-09-05T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:17:31.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><title type='text'>Rental Blog</title><content type='html'>Our lakehouse rental has a home online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cayugarental.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cayugarental.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-5703283608162662030?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/5703283608162662030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=5703283608162662030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5703283608162662030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/5703283608162662030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/09/rental-blog.html' title='Rental Blog'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-2931217547282356824</id><published>2009-08-28T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:15:21.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy/school'/><title type='text'>Our Preschool Routine</title><content type='html'>So it seems like we are establishing a routine for our days.  I'll be interested to look back in the spring to see how much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing preschool at home with Katrina and Alex and then they will be going to the Academy preschool class on Fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are using a mixture of things: most of the books are from Sonlight P4/5 with the addition of some 5IAR/classics and some suggestions from "Janet's Preschool Schedule" off the yahoo Sonlight preschool group.  I greatly modified her schedule to fit in our needs and wants but it was nice to have a framework.  Alex is using A Beka Numbers and Skills and Letters and Sounds.  Katrina is using A Beka ABC-123 and Get Ready, Get Set, Go for the Code.  Recently a friend gave us the kindergarten level of Math-U-See.  I tried it out to see if she likes it (it presents the concept on a video and then there are workbook pages for the week, she LOVES videos so I thought it may be a hit) and since she did two weeks worth in the first sitting  I decided to keep going with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start with breakfast, usually job time though sometimes this waits until our first break.  Then we read some stories, take a break to play, stories, break to play, etc.  Sometimes stories are long and play is short, sometimes we get in one short one before they are bouncing out the door to play outside.  Lunch.  Max goes down for a nap shortly after lunch then the big kids color (markers are the hot tool right now which is why we wait until Max is down, on crayon days Max gets to color too).  Then Alex goes down and Katrina does her "reading" with me - we are up to two letter blends with the occasional three letter word.  Then Katrina has her rest time.  If she doesn't sleep she is up first and we do her math or coloring while I prep dinner.  Then the boys get up, more stories and play depending on the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely don't run on a schedule - we won't be doing the same thing at 10 AM every day - but the days have naturally flowed into this routine and it seems to keep everyone happy, and me feeling like I'm doing something with my days, so I'll stick with it as long as it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-2931217547282356824?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/2931217547282356824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=2931217547282356824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2931217547282356824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2931217547282356824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-preschool-routine.html' title='Our Preschool Routine'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-3862689366037502018</id><published>2009-08-22T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:17:21.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Summer Events</title><content type='html'>This year was the first year of summer at the lake house.  We, along with my parents and Justin's parents, purchased a house on Cayuga Lake at the end of last summer.  The winter was spent remodeling and now, though not finished, the house is ready to be enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a gathering for Memorial Day/Katrina's 4th birthday which we found that the house and grounds can easily handle 60-some people.  The week around July 4th Justin took off of work and our family spent the time together at the lake.  Justin left and my family came in - my aunt, two cousins, three kids of my older cousin and her husband, as well as my mom.  My aunt lives in Boston, older cousin in VA beach, younger cousin in NYC so it was fun getting everyone together for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, it was just me and the kids.  Up until this point there had always been someone at the house that I could leave Max with to take the big kids down to swimming lessons and crafts (the town runs free swimming lessons daily and crafts twice a week during the summer 2 miles from the house).  The park has a nice playground as well as baseball and soccer fields - not bad for a tiny town!  I was determined to keep going with the swimming lessons so off we went - a double stroller for the boys, lots of snacks, sand toys, towels, etc.  Alex pretty much turned into swimming lesson drop out, opting to play on the playground and sand but since everyone was happy, that was fine.  I never thought the lake house would give me the confidence (or make me gain the confidence) to venture out with all of them but I'm glad it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of July brought us home for a week so Katrina could do a gymnastics camp, 9-12 every day for a week.  She had a blast!  It was interesting having a couple hours a day with just the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August brought a boys fishing weekend at the lake, which Justin decided Alex was old enough to tag along for.  While he was gone, Katrina and Max went to Springdale Farm to celebrate the Davis twins 2nd birthday.  The farm has animals to look at, a petting area, a playground and picnic area.  Nice (free) place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex and Katrina did an evening VBS at a little church about 5 min from the lake.  While they were there Max and I explored the local library, cute and very small.  I think our living room is about the size of the main room!  We came back to Rochester for another VBS at a friends church and then it was off to family camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we do family camp is more of the Marriott of camping - no tents for us...we stay in a lodge that provides sheets and towels.  The kids rode bikes, played games, Katrina did crafts, Justin played softball and ran a volleyball tournament - it was a great time.  A major accomplishment that came out of it was Aunt Kelly getting Katrina to conquer her fear of the pool.  Even with swimming lessons, Katrina was not ready to leave the side of the pool.  Some how Kelly got her to start swimming all over the place, with the help of a blow-up tube!  Now she is begging to go in Grandma's big pool every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is winding down now and the start of Academy is looming ever closer.  We'll be back down at the lake on and off as long as the weather holds I think.  Looking back on the summer we did manage to pack quite a bit in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-3862689366037502018?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862689366037502018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=3862689366037502018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3862689366037502018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3862689366037502018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-events.html' title='Summer Events'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-6337016938775710586</id><published>2009-06-30T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:16:23.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Tired Feet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our year end picnic for dance.  We had 82 people in the Tallo's backyard for an afternoon of swimming, jumping on the trampoline, swinging on the swingset, digging in the sandbox, eating a picnic dinner, and getting a little gooey with make-your-own sundaes.  Feet are a bit tired today (must have done more walking than I thought I did) but the picnic was a success...no rain until the very end, plenty of laughs and even more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a little different...this was not only our year end picnic but the last year end picnic the O'Keefe school will ever have as Kathleen will be closing the school in a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dancing under Kathleen is middle school, around 1993 I believe.  I moved to Rochester for college and during those years transitions from student to assistant and have been helping in the school ever since.  16 years (out of the 24 years I've been involved with Irish Dance) with the O'Keefe school.  The thought that the school is closing hasn't really hit home yet.  It still feels like the end of the year and we all will be returning together in the fall.  Unfortuanately that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids have decided to be done with dance after this year, others will be joining the new school that is starting, others will be moving over to other Rochester schools.  Our O'Keefe family will be spreading out over Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say the teachers getting Kathleen's students have big shoes to fill.  Kathleen was a gifted teacher as well as dancer.  Every student received her attention in class.  She was not a teacher that only worked with the upper level dancers or only those who showed great promise.  She watched and worked with every kid every week.  She produced a great number of champions over the years, as well as a few teachers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what will be happening with me and Irish dance next year...you will have to stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-6337016938775710586?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/6337016938775710586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=6337016938775710586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6337016938775710586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6337016938775710586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-feet.html' title='Tired Feet'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8194836998042450076</id><published>2009-01-27T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:15:42.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Max!</title><content type='html'>Today Max is one year old!  Today I can officially say that I have three kids ages 3, 2, and 1.  It sounds much crazier than it is.  Thinking back to before I had kids, if someone told me they had three kids, ages 3, 2 and 1, I would have thought they were insane.  But aside for the occasional pulling-out-your-hair moment (which I feel any parent has, no matter how many kids or what the ages), I pleased to announce that I don't feel life in general is about to put in the R-wing anytime soon.   I hear people say, "I have 4 under 5" and I think...oooh, wow, that must be chaotic.  It's strange how it can sound so nutty but when you are living it it is quite do-able. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 year, Max is cruising furniture but hasn't ventured out for a step yet.  He likes to eat pretty much anything given to him.  He does the mamama and dadadada noises.  He likes to "dance" in his highchair.  I'd say his favorite game is clicking his tounge and is very happy when you will play along with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8194836998042450076?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8194836998042450076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8194836998042450076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8194836998042450076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8194836998042450076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-max.html' title='Happy Birthday Max!'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-3450814103517797770</id><published>2009-01-21T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:21:28.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fun List</title><content type='html'>I took this off of another blog (thank you Carole) who got it from Heidi at Mt. Hope Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Items in blue, I have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Played in a band (flute, bassoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. Sang a solo (it was more of a rap but it was part of chorus so I'm going to count it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon (over my dead body)&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (when you are little you are so easily pleased...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Started a business (does Justin's count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check (thank goodness for overdraft protection)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt; (did we go there with volleyball?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;77. Broken a bone (chipped it actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (not super speeding, just with the flow of traffic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-3450814103517797770?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/3450814103517797770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=3450814103517797770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3450814103517797770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3450814103517797770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-list.html' title='Fun List'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-8506114525222476663</id><published>2009-01-11T20:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:18:21.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>Our trip began on Jan 1 as we loaded our three kids and friends, Erik and Laura, into our van and headed south.  Justin's uncle lives in Myrtle Beach and my uncle and grandmother live on Hilton Head Island so we decided it was time for a visit.  What better way to start the new year and test out the new GPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - We began the drive to Myrtle Beach a little after noon.  Justin drove the first leg with co-pilot Erik, Laura and I stretched out in the middle row and the kids were wedged in the back.  Three car seats across is a pretty snug fit!  We rolled into MB around 2 am having stopped a few times along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - RELAXING DAY.  We had nothing planned and did exactly that.  Justin's uncle was arriving late this night so we had the place to ourselves.  Everyone took naps and got into vacation mode.  Laura and I went to the store to pick up food for the week and found that wine in SC is sold in the grocery stores...for really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq1xVjCFAI/AAAAAAAAABw/liB9ec3YRDk/s1600-h/P1010214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq1xVjCFAI/AAAAAAAAABw/liB9ec3YRDk/s200/P1010214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290240571502367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3 - We took a trip down to Broadway at the Beach.  It is a area with restaurants and shops - fun to walk around in.  We brought the kids down to Ripley's Aquarium (remember Ripley's Believe it Not...this is one of their MB attractions).  Alex loved the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Day 4 - Justin's uncle's gated community (fancy way of saying upscale development) has a community center building with a gym, two swimming pools, and a playground.  It was a little cold for the pools so we spent some time at the playground.  Justin's uncle kept the kid's during their afternoon naps and the four of us headed to Barefoot Landing, an area very similar to Broadway at the Beach.  We did a little wine tasting and then stopped at a seafood buffet on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Justin's uncle took Justin and Erik golfing in the morning then we headed to the beach.  Looking like obvious tourist, we tossed off our sandals and played in the sand and water.  Ok, so it was mainly Katrina who went splashing in the water with Laura and I took pictures but all of the boys seemed to get into the sand...Erik, Justin and Alex dug and made sand castles while Max snacked on sand and shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq24XVYe3I/AAAAAAAAACA/fb7Fsy34mWw/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq24XVYe3I/AAAAAAAAACA/fb7Fsy34mWw/s200/P1010245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290241791752698738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq3cIBqEVI/AAAAAAAAACI/DNNbMGefgHc/s1600-h/P1010242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq3cIBqEVI/AAAAAAAAACI/DNNbMGefgHc/s200/P1010242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290242406118723922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq4FVhSRLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mXNEHtL9Sp8/s1600-h/P1010247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq4FVhSRLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mXNEHtL9Sp8/s200/P1010247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290243114115679410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWtQBinyuYI/AAAAAAAAACg/LRwGfRQiFWY/s1600-h/P1010243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWtQBinyuYI/AAAAAAAAACg/LRwGfRQiFWY/s200/P1010243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410174680578434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - I took the kids up to Wilmington, NC to visit Kathleen Hall (NY-er turned NC-ian) and her family.  She toured us around Wilmington, took us to the beach, and managed to fracture her foot showing me her new dances in the driveway.  Justin and his uncle spent the day on the golf course and Erik and Laura had an afternoon out in MB to themselves - probably well needed after 5 days with all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - We packed up the van again and headed down to Hilton Head Island, a 4 hour drive south of MB.  After trying to unsuccessfully wave our way past the check point into my uncle's neighborhood (the car in front of us at the entrance booth smiled and waved their way through so we thought we could as well...little did we know they lived their and visitors had to be called in.  My uncle had taken care of this for us but forgotten to tell us the procedures), we got our access pass and made our way to my uncle's place.  Even though it was dusk when we arrived we walk down to the beach (about a 300 yd walk) to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - My grandmother came over to see the kids and we went to the beach again while Justin and Erik played golf.  The attraction of this course was the ocean view holes which I told were pretty cool.  In the evening we packed up and headed back to MB for our final day in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - The sunny skies tried to hide the fact that today was much cooler than the rest of the week had been (we had been mid 70's but now were 60-ish).  Since this was our last day, it was filled with naps, a final tour of the beach area and one last playgound trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - With snow in the forcast, we loaded the car in the morning and headed for home.  Shortly after Richmond, VA we found rain.  In PA this rain was turning into a really fun wintry mix - snow, sleet, freezing rain.  Around 8 pm we decided to call it a night knowing we were heading into mountains which meant that the unplowed, icy roads were most likely going to get worse.  Wanting to get home but wanting to stay alive, we found a hotel for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - We enjoyed a nice breakfast at the hotel and then piled into the car for our final 3 hours.  One viewing of Little Mermaid and a few snacks later, we arrived back in snowy Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWtOAEViIdI/AAAAAAAAACY/zWYq3QyNrfE/s1600-h/P1010258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWtOAEViIdI/AAAAAAAAACY/zWYq3QyNrfE/s200/P1010258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407950347805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a relaxing, sunny, enjoyable family vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-8506114525222476663?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/8506114525222476663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=8506114525222476663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8506114525222476663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/8506114525222476663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SWq1xVjCFAI/AAAAAAAAABw/liB9ec3YRDk/s72-c/P1010214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-9186520727225320123</id><published>2008-11-18T12:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:05:34.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Welcome Winter</title><content type='html'>I woke up today to find that winter has arrived.  The grass is covered, the car is covered, the trees are covered.  It has been snowing most of the day today.  It's amazing to me how you can go to bed in fall and wake up in winter.  Now where did I put that snow brush?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-9186520727225320123?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/9186520727225320123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=9186520727225320123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/9186520727225320123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/9186520727225320123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-winter.html' title='Welcome Winter'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-6062795493223239738</id><published>2008-11-18T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:45:53.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Training Them to Work</title><content type='html'>I decided recently that it was time to assign jobs to the kids.  Up to this point Katrina has been a half trained jack of all chores - with minimal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proficiency&lt;/span&gt; she can do basic jobs such as folding laundry, putting clothes away, picking up toys, etc.  She has been more an overall helper but with no real purpose.  Alex has been coasting comfortably through life, being asked to help with toy clean up at most.&lt;br /&gt;Many people I have talked to say that silverware is the first job they give their kids.  As they are unloading the dishwasher, the child is set up with the silverware rack and the drawer and it is their job to put it away.  I tried this - Katrina wasn't bad at it but it didn't seem in any way a help to me.  If she was to do the entire dishwasher, that would be a different story.  But to give her one section of a job didn't seem to make sense to me.  If I am going to take the time to train the kids on a job, I want it to be a job that benefits me not just a job to have a job.&lt;br /&gt;Alex seems to be last at breakfast so it seemed natural to have him in charge of putting the cereal boxes away.  In most houses this probably wouldn't be a large task but for some reason Justin and the kids need to make cereal mixtures in the bowl so there are 2-5 boxes out every morning.  Alex has been in charge of cereal for two weeks now.  At first liked this job.  I think then he realized that it is his job not an option and suddenly it wasn't as fun but today he turned around and did it quickly with enjoyment (and a little help from Katrina).&lt;br /&gt;The question of what job to give Katrina was still stumping me until yesterday.  Then I figured out something that would be both do-able for a three year old and helpful for me! I decided that she was going to be the dirty laundry collector.  It is actually a two step job.  The first part is to go room to room, collect up any dirty clothing or bedding (if it is a change the sheets day) and throw them down the stairs.  This is the fun part.  Then once the clothes are downstairs, the second part is to drag them to the washer.  This is the not so fun part.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was day 1 and part 1 was was accomplished with little resistance.  Once the clothes were downstairs in a heaping pile, moving it to the washer was a struggle.  At one point Katrina was lying in the pile content to stay there for ever if it meant not having to carry anything else the 10 feet to the washer.  The entire process to about two hours.  Yes I could have done it all in about 15 minutes but I reminded myself this is the training processes.&lt;br /&gt;So today after breakfast I announced it was job time and off we went.  Katrina went upstairs to begin.  I fed Max while she got started.  I went up stairs and checked her progress.  She had gotten the clothes out of three of the five rooms before getting sidetracked - not bad for day 2 I thought.  She got back on task and the rest of the laundry came tumbling down the stairs.  Now came the dreaded part two.  To my surprise this only took a few minutes.  Yes, there was not nearly as much to move as the day before but she seemed to get the concept of finishing the job so she could go on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how the rest of the week goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-6062795493223239738?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/6062795493223239738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=6062795493223239738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6062795493223239738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6062795493223239738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/11/training-them-to-work.html' title='Training Them to Work'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-162073425993143336</id><published>2008-11-12T19:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:45:53.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Working with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Justin was home today working on our yard project. In early spring we began accepting dump truck loads of dirt (around 400 loads) to make drastic changes in our yard.   We buried two foundations and increased the amount of flat usable yard on the both the creek and driveway sides.  Here are pictures from the beginning stages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuPYmzB5YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dO2aHU2H08A/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuPYmzB5YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dO2aHU2H08A/s200/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267961842034140546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuP829yzrI/AAAAAAAAABY/QMnvr1VfOJY/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuP829yzrI/AAAAAAAAABY/QMnvr1VfOJY/s200/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267962464849546930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuRMed8QuI/AAAAAAAAABg/MndHxHyTGV8/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuRMed8QuI/AAAAAAAAABg/MndHxHyTGV8/s200/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267963832663032546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Bill Thomas was on the bulldozer spreading top soil over an acre of our land, Adam was hauling boulders, and Justin was hauling and directing traffic.   Alex and Katrina, outfitted in coats and hats (to combat  the cold) and boots and mittens (to combat the dirt), alternated between digging in the dirt with shovels and rakes and hauling rocks alongside Adam and Justin.  They are at the age where working with Daddy is a privilege, not an obligation.  At one point Katrina had filled a stroller with rocks and was using it like the guys were using the wheelbarrow.  When Alex was brought inside he was exclaiming, "work...my daddy...outside!"  I hope their enthusiasm continues for years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so many good things happened today.  To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;1. The kids spent time with Justin.&lt;br /&gt;2. They worked hard and contributed to family life.&lt;br /&gt;3. They got fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;4. They had fun.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our yard is one step closer to being finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-162073425993143336?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/162073425993143336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=162073425993143336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/162073425993143336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/162073425993143336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-with-daddy.html' title='Working with Daddy'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SRuPYmzB5YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dO2aHU2H08A/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-2366691984953117740</id><published>2008-10-27T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:44:19.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Magic of Band-Aids</title><content type='html'>I have never understood the magically power that exists in Band-Aids for children.  How can applying this little strip cure all hurts and pain?  Where does this power come from?  I don't know where they discover this power either.  At every scratch I have not been standing with the box ready and waiting for tears to appear.  At a bump I have been the one saying "You're ok".  Until this past year I have not even owned a box of band-aids!  Justin has been known to hold together cuts with duct tape or plastic cement (I would not recommend the second).  Yet our children have somehow learned that injuries require band-aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina pinched her finger tonight and decided that she needed a band-aid.  No blood, no scratch.  But still she asked for the magic strip.  I don't even have fun cartoon ones so I really don't see the appeal.  Alex then decided that he too needed a "bambi" as he calls them.  He first held out a finger, then a different one, and then happily grinned as I placed one on his hand.  He obviously had no pain but was suffering from a sympathy wound that only a band-aid would cure.  Now I understand that Alex has learned this from Katrina...but where has she learned it?!?  I wonder if there is a band-aid gene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-2366691984953117740?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/2366691984953117740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=2366691984953117740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2366691984953117740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2366691984953117740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/magic-of-band-aids.html' title='The Magic of Band-Aids'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-1597237138634249402</id><published>2008-10-24T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:44:19.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Kid Talk</title><content type='html'>I was quite amused by this exchange between Katrina and Alex on the car ride over to the Tallo's.  They had obviously heard the phrase "oh my gosh" from someone.  The following argument continued for a good 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, "my gosh"&lt;br /&gt;Alex, " no, my gosh"&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, "no, MY gosh"&lt;br /&gt;Alex, "no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; gosh"&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, "no, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gosh"&lt;br /&gt;Alex, "no, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gosh"&lt;br /&gt;The next morning over breakfast, Katrina informed Alex, "It is everybody's gosh and we have to share gosh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's name for Katrina - zah!  Sometimes it is szah!  Why?  no idea.  Though I never could figure out why Katrina called Alex "I".   I noticed tonight that she will still call him that occasionally.  I think it is cute that she has her own little nickname for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't forget to document it somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's first phrase - my daddy....big fish!  This has evolved into "my big fish"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-1597237138634249402?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/1597237138634249402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=1597237138634249402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1597237138634249402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/1597237138634249402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/kid-talk.html' title='Kid Talk'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-2027636697432732395</id><published>2008-10-15T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:20:37.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Past Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where have they come from, I can not say, but I bet they've come a long long way&lt;/span&gt;. - Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now is do drastically different than what I ever imagined it is often comical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a good high school and knew from the start I would go to college.  I actually remember learning of a friend who was graduating a few years before me who was NOT going off to college.  I remember being completely confused by this concept.  What was this person going to do with their life...work at McDonald's!?  At that point in my life, college and jobs were a black and white issue.  The correct path was go to college and get a good job.  The wrong path was do not go to college and live in a box.  So off to college I went.  I spent four fantastic years at the University of Rochester and graduated with a degree in Molecular Genetics...and now needed a job.  I had been working at various part time jobs since I was 16 but now this was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job was in the lab of one of my professors.  It was a small lab and I worked closely with one of the graduate students.  It was an excellent learning curve/confidence gaining situation.  The project I was working on lost its funding which put me at an intersection...continue working and hope our funding would be reinstated or look for a new job.  I chose B.  This decision brought me to an HIV research lab at Strong Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was doing both research and clinical work.  Here are two papers from my time in the lab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jcm.asm.org/cgi/content/full/44/6/1930"&gt;http://jcm.asm.org/cgi/content/full/44/6/1930&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jvi.asm.org/cgi/content/full/80/5/2380"&gt;http://jvi.asm.org/cgi/content/full/80/5/2380&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was minding my own business, working 40 hours a week, teaching dance, and playing volleyball.  I assumed I would end up married to a college graduated professional, raise a few kids in a nice housing development while I continued my work.  Enter Justin, fast forward time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most scientific thing I have done lately (aside from teaching at Academy) is read a butterfly book to Katrina during "B" week of preschool.  I've thought about playing volleyball again but haven't played competitively in four years.  I certainly don't live in a development and I don't work outside the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm often asked if I would do it again knowing how things ended up; would I go to college (spend the time and money)?  ABSOLUTELY!  Your past makes you what you are today.  I'm very thankful for all of my "failed" plans.  I wouldn't trade the past nor would I trade the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-2027636697432732395?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/2027636697432732395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=2027636697432732395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2027636697432732395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/2027636697432732395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-past-life.html' title='My Past Life'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-6624105899795352159</id><published>2008-10-14T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:20:37.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Reading a post from an old friend, I was impressed by the following: "...my goal in life. To experience life, not just survive. To sample and choose, not just take what is given to me. To learn and lead, not just follow the crowd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience life, not just survive. &lt;/span&gt; I think many of us fall into that trap.  Get through another day, get through another week.  On Monday you hear people saying, "I can't wait for Friday" or "If only the weekend would hurry up and get here".   Why survive 5 days to live for 2?  So much of life will pass you by.  There is so much to do, to learn, and to experience every day.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sample and choose, not just take what is given to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Sometimes what you are being presented with is not the best but is the easiest.  It is easier to buy a pre-made microwave dinner instead of preparing something healthy at home.  It is easier to take a job you don't really want than to work hard to do what you are passionate about.  If you don't feel something was done well and you feel you can raise the bar, don't settle for what is given to you!  But how do you know if something is good?  You need to get out there and experiance life so that you can choose what you want to accept.  If you are surviving life, you won't know if you are accepting mediocrity.  It is so easy to passively accept what is out there instead of striving for excellence every day.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn and lead, not just follow the crowd. &lt;/span&gt; Again, passivity is killing us (I'm sounding just like my father-in-law!).  Learning and leading both require active engagement in life.  Following is passive; it is surving life.  I'm not saying that you should go against the crowd just to go against the crowd.  That is following since there is already a whole group that feels the need to do that!  I'm saying formulate your own decisions and know why you are doing what you are doing.  Take upon yourself the learning process.  Own what you do and why you do it.  When you believe why you are doing something you are more apt to do it with excellence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words my friend.  Something we should all take to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-6624105899795352159?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/6624105899795352159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=6624105899795352159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6624105899795352159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/6624105899795352159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-3784748857552742139</id><published>2008-10-07T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:44:19.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Where are your clothes?</title><content type='html'>This morning I am greeting first thing by Katrina who has dressed herself like she has been doing on her own for quite some time now (a year or so).  Today's outfit: a florescent pink and orange two piece bathing suit.  Bathing suits are a favorite - at least this one is the correct size.  When asked, she informs me that she is warm but as she slips into bed with me I realize that her skin is FREEZING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave Katrina in my bed to get Alex up.  Alex does not change his clothes on his own or dress himself yet.  Today when I open his bedroom door, I find him standing in front of me ...completely naked.  I had put him to bed in a bear suit (the furry zip up footed pajamas).  The suit was in a heap in the corner as was his diaper.  Thankfully that was only wet.  We used to have to put Katrina's pajamas on backwards so they zipped up the back to keep her in them...I wonder if Alex is getting to the point where I will have to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm getting Alex situated, Katrina had taken it upon herself to get Max ready.  She had climbed into Max's crib and stripped him down.  I walk in as she is trying to put a new diaper on him and her scolding him for not following her directions.  A little more practice and she may be the official diaper changer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfits worn today: K - 3 including the bathing suit, A - 2, M - 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-3784748857552742139?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/3784748857552742139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=3784748857552742139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3784748857552742139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/3784748857552742139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-your-clothes.html' title='Where are your clothes?'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163425867034673498.post-4064411506496496060</id><published>2008-10-04T19:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:45:19.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Joining the Blog World</title><content type='html'>Well, it is official. I have joined the blogging world.  I think that Lindsay getting a blog inspired me to take the plunge and get one myself.  Here is an update on the family to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin is self-employed doing mainly remodeling work and managing investment properties.  One of the current remodeling projects is the lake house we purchased with my parents and his parents on Cayuga Lake.  He is currently playing in volleyball leagues at hotshots not that his summer softball leagues have finished.  He's also gearing up for hunting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home with the kids, teaching chemistry and physical science at our homeschool Academy, and assistant teaching Irish dance.  I should be folding laundry not starting a blog but this is definitely more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is 3 now&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgGNX0q0oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-5zAAVrIKP0/s1600-h/P1010496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgGNX0q0oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-5zAAVrIKP0/s200/P1010496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253455792130675330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She is in taking gymnastics and tagging along to dance with me.  She lasts about half the class and then plays in the hall with Aunt Luissa who is waiting for her class to begin.  I'd say that her favorite movie is Little Mermaid and book is any Clifford book.  She loves putting on multiple outfits a day, much to my washing machine's dismay, and making sure things match.  Is she really my child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgFbPggsII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-q2mDSjFXys/s1600-h/Alex%27s+Big+Fish%2708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgFbPggsII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-q2mDSjFXys/s200/Alex%27s+Big+Fish%2708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253454930905182338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is 2.  He is talking up a storm and very excitedly told us, "my daddy....big fish!" followed only days later by "my big fish!".  He LOVES fishing.  He has shown me that there truly is an innate difference between boys and girls.  No one had to tell teach him to love cars, trucks dump trucks and getting dirty.  His big eyes and fun smile problem get him out of more trouble than they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgEvrVZFZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z49iH5jk8Nk/s1600-h/100_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgEvrVZFZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z49iH5jk8Nk/s200/100_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253454182460495250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max is 8 months and on the move.  He is crawling all over now.  All that crawling has made him very hungry and he now loves eating.  He's a happy guy and smiles and talks often.  He recently made his mother very happy by doing the "mamamamamama" babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandor (dog), Sid (dog) and Steve (cat) round out our quiet house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163425867034673498-4064411506496496060?l=amandatallo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/feeds/4064411506496496060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163425867034673498&amp;postID=4064411506496496060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4064411506496496060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163425867034673498/posts/default/4064411506496496060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandatallo.blogspot.com/2008/10/joining-blog-world.html' title='Joining the Blog World'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41EVS91SV1A/SOgGNX0q0oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-5zAAVrIKP0/s72-c/P1010496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
