<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:35:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gettysburg Family</title><description></description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-1418253106577210291</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T10:27:14.509-08:00</atom:updated><title>The New Normal.</title><description>Let's hear it for brothers-in-law! Michael showed up last week to help around here...and take pictures! Because I haven't been taking pictures. Or doing dishes. Or cooking. Or even showering. Mostly I nurse a baby. And sometimes, to mix it up, I wipe butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR7RLGMAI/AAAAAAAAB4g/0r7LxnjDRtw/s1600/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR7RLGMAI/AAAAAAAAB4g/0r7LxnjDRtw/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365118764134402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is poor Greeley- she's no doubt waiting for something. Something to eat. A sippy cup of juice. A book. Someone to get her on PBSkids.org. Waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR7NWyBzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/QW52pHGEyI4/s1600/IMG_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR7NWyBzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/QW52pHGEyI4/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365117739403058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she has an Uncle Michael- who can do all that stuff! So, thank you, Michael! Thank you for loading the dishwasher and climbing like a baby jaguar with Greeley and Diego and holding Emerson so that I can eat, pee or even shower. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR6jbUI3I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/oMeIX5RZ9TM/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR6jbUI3I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/oMeIX5RZ9TM/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365106484126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***This post was typed entirely with only my left hand because I was- want to guess?- nursing a baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-1418253106577210291?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-normal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SwrR7RLGMAI/AAAAAAAAB4g/0r7LxnjDRtw/s72-c/IMG_1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-4465915070158310198</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T08:14:41.227-08:00</atom:updated><title>Damn, that hurt...</title><description>So, last Friday I think it was... Tracey from &lt;a href="http://tracey-justanothermommyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just Another Mommy Blog&lt;/a&gt; let me know I had won her awesome giveaway. And by awesome giveaway, I mean $500 worth of cute clothes from &lt;a href="http://www.beibambinionline.com/"&gt;BeiBambini&lt;/a&gt;. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwlR21VjUI/AAAAAAAAB4A/v5pcuos4hlw/s1600-h/emerson+clothes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwlR21VjUI/AAAAAAAAB4A/v5pcuos4hlw/s320/emerson+clothes+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403234641644981570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so cute. Tracey said they made her uterus ache. Maybe it was the cute clothes, because my uterus started aching Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwlRuphPSI/AAAAAAAAB34/JnUENZwDGbI/s1600-h/emerson+clothes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwlRuphPSI/AAAAAAAAB34/JnUENZwDGbI/s320/emerson+clothes+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403234639447932194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or maybe it was that my younger sister and her fellow came up for dinner. Greg and Rich were enjoying some cocktails. Quite a few cocktails. Or perhaps it was Murphy's Law and that we didn't think I could have the tubal ligation done if he was born on the weekend? Whatever the reason, I grew kind of suspicious Saturday night that the whole labor thing had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go further, the following story is long. And rambling. And if you're Jamie, my sister, stop reading now. Child birth is bunnies and flowers and rainbows and unicorns. And that's all you need to know for the next two weeks. All the rest of you, if you just want to see the baby picture, scroll to the end- I won't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Saturday evening...The contractions were definitely more noticeable than all those silly Braxton-Hicks contractions I'd been having for weeks. I was half heartedly paying attention to them and realized they were about a minute long and 3-5 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called my midwife and gave her a heads up. I had to explain I hadn't really been timing them that well because I was making dinner. I wasn't dashing out the door to the hospital or anything, but in case she had plans or anything on a Saturday night, I just thought I should mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Grandma Lynda. She's our friend Travis' Mom. She watched the kids for us when Greeley was born. As soon as we told them Grandma Lynda would be watching them while we were having Emerson, they were squealing with delight and listing off all the ways Lynda was awesome. [As an aside, one of those ways was "pizza from scratch!!"... and yet when I make pizza from scratch, all I get are squeals of horror...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, yeah, we called Lynda. And I explained that I wasn't heading out the door, but it might be a good idea if she was here in case it happened in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have Lynda. My sister, who's due with her first in two weeks, is getting a sneak peek at labor. She's sticking around in case I need-oh, say a sober ride?- to the hospital. I tell Rich to take a nap and maybe sleep off some of the alcohol. And that's kind of where things stood for a while. After a bit, Jamie and Greg left for home. Lynda timed my contractions. Rich slept. I watched a lot of cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynda realized she had to run across town at one point to get the cord for her phone, but we seemed to have plenty of time. Contractions still about a minute long and five to six minutes apart. Sometime in the early, early morning the contractions went up a notch again. Greeley also woke up. [If you can avoid having a toddler on your stomach during a contraction, I recommend it.] As the pain increases, I'm starting to be a bit more...ahem... vocal. Perhaps that's why Shea woke up? But the contractions are actually further apart... like seven minutes. So, still no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynda decided to dash across town before things got too serious. You know what happened while she was gone, right? Things got serious. I went from moderate whimpers to yelling, "Oh my God! That hurts!!"  Poor Shea, having witnessed this before with the birth of Greeley is asking, "Should I get someone? Dad? Lynda?" Greeley was offering her good friend Big Bear. Big Bear always makes her feel better. If I wasn't blinded by pain and unable to bend over, I would have kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich has the bags in the car and calls my midwife to say we're rolling to the hospital. Lynda pulls up and we don't wait for her to even get out of her car... we're walking to the car. As I'm about to get in, yet another contraction hits and there is no way in hell I'm crawling into that car right then. Instead it seems a much better idea to stand in my driveway at 7:30 on a Sunday morning and scream about how much it fricking (perhaps not the word I used at the time) hurt. How else do you tell ALL the nighbors the time is here? Efficient, I tell ya. So, Rich is coercing me into the car with words like, "I don't want him to be born in the driveway." and  "Get in the damn car." I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Rich was excited to try out his race car driving skills for the four blocks to the hospital. I recall telling him to take it easy because the sharp turns weren't helping. And the contractions? They were just one on top of another by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me at the ER entrance and went to park the car. I walked in, told the nice lady I was in labor and just as she started asking me the routine "Are you sure you're in labor?" questions, another contraction hits. Seeing no one in the ER, I skip the restraint and continue "vocalizing my pain". On the edge of my awareness, I hear her on the phone saying something like, "Do you hear her? Get down here now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich shows up and she shows up with the wheelchair and wants me to sit down. HA HA HA HA HA!!! Perhaps she's not aware of how much more it hurts when sitting? I say no thank you to the wheel chair. She says you have to, it's policy. I say No I don't. Rich says OK honey, let's go have the baby in the parking lot. She relents. Rich will tell you this kicks off my series of no's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything they asked for the next five minutes resulted in me saying no. No, I do not want your hospital gown. I want to wear my own gown. No, I will not do a clean catch urine sample right now. No, I do not want to lie down in the bed. The last I finally had to relent on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hook me up to the monitors and I hear Anne, our midwife is there. It's getting fuzzy at this point, but Anne says "Yeah, your 10. If you feel like pushing, go ahead. In the mean time I'm going to break your water." And she did. And the contractions seemed to stop for a sweet minute or two, but then of course they were back. And there was the pushing and the baby... but again the details are fuzzy. Thank God for endorphins and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, like twenty minutes after we left the house and eleven minutes after we got into the delivery room, there was Emerson. And it hurt like hell. But, it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwwBZL5EYI/AAAAAAAAB4I/fRIJBFmYgwM/s1600-h/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwwBZL5EYI/AAAAAAAAB4I/fRIJBFmYgwM/s320/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246453436518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-4465915070158310198?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn-that-hurt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvwlR21VjUI/AAAAAAAAB4A/v5pcuos4hlw/s72-c/emerson+clothes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-4137512015998639263</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T08:58:36.473-08:00</atom:updated><title>Crab Shack and Halloween: or yes, I'm still here...</title><description>Yes, yes, yes. I'm still here. I'm one of those pregnant ladies that is awesome at what used to be called false labor. That's the one where you have nice contractions four or five minutes apart for hours on end, and then they stop. However, seeing as Monday is the actual due date, I'm thinking there will be a baby sometime in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, remember when I said you'd all be pleasantly surprised if I posted anything? See? Aren't you pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, our neighbors, John and Deb, treated us to dinner at a local crab restaurant, Dave and Jane's. I'd offer the link, but it's not working today. Anywho, there were all you can eat crabs and Rich was mighty, mighty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlee discovered there was also fried chicken to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWlBR5gWSI/AAAAAAAAB3o/SuADAvtzoUM/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWlBR5gWSI/AAAAAAAAB3o/SuADAvtzoUM/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404769503828258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk8fRfv4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/1FE38s_nen0/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk8fRfv4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/1FE38s_nen0/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404687194767234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greeley thought the mallets were pretty nifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk8JB2GzI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/hsAXY4A0w6g/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk8JB2GzI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/hsAXY4A0w6g/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404681223543602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shea mostly wished he'd brought his DS. He didn't realize adults could eat crabs for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk73e2pmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/En_IHJtzHOo/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk73e2pmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/En_IHJtzHOo/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404676513375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last Saturday as you may recall was Halloween. Rich and his friend, Travis, took our kids and Amy's two around the neighborhood. When they got home, there was the traditional candy trade. Trinity ended up with like six Milky Ways, so she was pretty psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk7grFEOI/AAAAAAAAB3I/PTlSp9p-ESg/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk7grFEOI/AAAAAAAAB3I/PTlSp9p-ESg/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404670390636770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Halloween!  If you don't hear anything for the next few days, it either means Emerson is finally here or that I just didn't feel like posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk7R8H_xI/AAAAAAAAB3A/LOz6uhgMvRQ/s1600-h/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWk7R8H_xI/AAAAAAAAB3A/LOz6uhgMvRQ/s320/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404666435600146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-4137512015998639263?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/crab-shack-and-halloween-or-yes-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SvWlBR5gWSI/AAAAAAAAB3o/SuADAvtzoUM/s72-c/Crab+Shack+and+Halloween+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2143343641543800429</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T13:19:00.701-07:00</atom:updated><title>We interrupt this blog to bring you Braxton Hicks contractions...</title><description>So, um, yeah. I'm not really updating anything around here lately. Please don't take it personally. But the camera is way upstairs and I'm way downstairs and do you know how difficult stairs are lately? Do you? So, if I get around to posting anything we'll all be pleasantly surprised. If you are one of the three readers that I don't have as friends on Facebook, drop me a line or a comment or something and I'll just add you there. At least then you'll get status updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2143343641543800429?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-interrupt-this-blog-to-bring-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-830127944910393250</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T13:06:19.604-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where I Break Into Song and Sing the Circle of Life...</title><description>For those of you who didn't see the obituary on Facebook, Acorn the Rabbit has passed on to the great warren in the sky. I put the girls to bed on Friday evening and checked on the rabbit as was my habit. (I'm a poet.) Unfortunately, the rabbit was a tad bit stiff and immobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzIUSh-dI/AAAAAAAAB24/SLfh8aKotjg/s1600-h/acorn%3Dfat+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzIUSh-dI/AAAAAAAAB24/SLfh8aKotjg/s320/acorn%3Dfat+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031565428881874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I hauled the cage out of their room and put it on the front porch. Rich was on his way to DC to pick a friend up from the airport, so I gave him a casual sort of heads up call..."Um, when you get home don't be surprised at the dead rabbit in a cage on the front porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, he and Atlee dug a hole. The stiff bunny went into the hole. Well, she went into the hole once and Rich realized she wasn't going to fit. Atlee mentioned to him that "Yeah, Acorn got really fat. It's a good thing she's dead so she didn't hear me call her fat." After the hole was enlarged a little, she was laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzH2NltcI/AAAAAAAAB2w/7lbRjaS7hCo/s1600-h/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzH2NltcI/AAAAAAAAB2w/7lbRjaS7hCo/s320/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031557355091394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's Sunday. My younger sister came up to visit and we took the girls to a pet shop where Atlee spent her every last penny on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzHtboyYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/CSNmjgske44/s1600-h/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzHtboyYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/CSNmjgske44/s320/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031554998094210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had discussed that it should be a mini lop, but once more I somehow have ended up with a full size rabbit. At least this time I know it's a baby and is going to get bigger. She's debating names right now- we'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, if you didn't get the Facebook Rabbit Obituary, perhaps you didn't get the status update about Greeley cutting her own hair this week. Amazingly enough, the safety scissors did cut her hair. They don't cut anything else. Rich was pretty impressed with the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzHMRko_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/ckMF43GPRLA/s1600-h/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzHMRko_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/ckMF43GPRLA/s320/acorn+funeral+and+new+rabbit+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031546097509362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where was I? Oh, yes, "The circle.... the circle of life...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-830127944910393250?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-break-into-song-and-sing-circle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SttzIUSh-dI/AAAAAAAAB24/SLfh8aKotjg/s72-c/acorn%3Dfat+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2968423599645972447</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T07:13:35.485-07:00</atom:updated><title>Packing for the Hospital.</title><description>We're getting close enough to having this baby, that I've started to think about what I need to pack for the hospital. You know- clothes for the baby, clothes for me, that sort of stuff. The girls have other ideas about what I should bring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmQGQIE-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/xnO_nh5dJEk/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmQGQIE-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/xnO_nh5dJEk/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391343393169740770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that waiting to have a baby is a lot like waiting for Christmas. It seems like the day is forever away. Weeks and weeks ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmPguNuYI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/lxF2JBJW2_8/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmPguNuYI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/lxF2JBJW2_8/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391343383095392642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, all of a sudden one morning you wake up and go four weeks? Is that all the time I have to get ready? Wait. In one week, I will have a fully developed human being just hanging around inside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmPKlN5yI/AAAAAAAAB2I/h7pOkOijG-M/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmPKlN5yI/AAAAAAAAB2I/h7pOkOijG-M/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391343377152075554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, so at some point you pack for the hospital. It's actually one of the few times Rich and I get to spend a night away from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmOo5UMjI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Q_UXzABfy7Q/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmOo5UMjI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Q_UXzABfy7Q/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391343368109568562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm  thinking it won't be the most romantic evening away from the kids we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmOWeVFRI/AAAAAAAAB14/rBIjYIEe90Q/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmOWeVFRI/AAAAAAAAB14/rBIjYIEe90Q/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391343363164542226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps I need to rethink what I'm packing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2968423599645972447?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/packing-for-hospital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/StHmQGQIE-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/xnO_nh5dJEk/s72-c/Trinity%27s+birthday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2573414260958490616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T15:35:48.394-07:00</atom:updated><title>Acorn's Deluxe New Digs.</title><description>Do you remember when we first got Acorn? She was so cute and little. I could almost believe she was the dwarf rabbit I thought I had purchased. She seemed to fit in her cage alright. But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-4PBDBszI/AAAAAAAAB1o/fJZWUMBQoTk/s1600-h/Shea,+Atlee+%26+Acorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-4PBDBszI/AAAAAAAAB1o/fJZWUMBQoTk/s320/Shea,+Atlee+%26+Acorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729847104451378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Acorn got bigger. While her ears may say dwarf rabbit, I don't think the rest of her body says it so much. So, the cage she once fit so nicely into became a little small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-4Zm8LpoI/AAAAAAAAB1w/I7422tyru5s/s1600-h/acorn%3Dfat+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-4Zm8LpoI/AAAAAAAAB1w/I7422tyru5s/s320/acorn%3Dfat+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730029074982530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I started plotting and planning a great big Acorn condominium. I found a layout online I liked and brought it to my carpenter husband. He told me it would be approximately $50.00 in materials. I quickly added another $25.00 in my head, because you know those carpenters. They never keep to the original bid. (I kid, I kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I told Atlee she should shell over $25.00 out of her allowance to free Acorn from the tiny, always poop filled cage her existence had become. Atlee played hard to get. Shea heard me telling the story and forked over $1.50 for the Acorn fund. ("Mom, your story of the rabbit's plight touched me.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where things stood around here. Convincing a five year old to do chores so that I could take the money back and convince my husband to build a rabbit palace. But, then? Then &lt;a href="http://www.freecycle.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Freecycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;answered my prayers with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-380f1P-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/5vRUe5EARvM/s1600-h/acorn+hutch+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-380f1P-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/5vRUe5EARvM/s320/acorn+hutch+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729534497964002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Rich cleans it out, it will be an outside refuge that Acorn can not even begin to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-34HgoXYI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/KfN1CBKvaSU/s1600-h/acorn+hutch+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-34HgoXYI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/KfN1CBKvaSU/s320/acorn+hutch+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729453702241666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar with Freecycle, I encourage you to check it out. You have to have a Yahoo account, but that only takes a moment to set up. I've managed to pass on lots of odds and ends to folks who needed them.... and scored the ultimate rabbit habitat. With like five pounds of food too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2573414260958490616?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/acorns-deluxe-new-digs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Ss-4PBDBszI/AAAAAAAAB1o/fJZWUMBQoTk/s72-c/Shea,+Atlee+%26+Acorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-120500164578649439</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T10:21:56.805-07:00</atom:updated><title>Apples, Petting Zoos, and Hay Rides... Oh My!</title><description>Remember Amy? (Hint: She's the friend who took all three kids so that Rich and I could shack up at Herr's Tavern overnight last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Trinity, recently had a birthday. The birthday party was at &lt;a href="http://www.qualityevergreens.com/"&gt;Showvaker's Evergreens&lt;/a&gt;. Atlee was looking forward to going for- oh- about a month before the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, the first thing Greeley found was a duck and pump station. Water and rubber duckies. She was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooTumBKRI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WkAg4vqIcTY/s1600-h/Ducks+and+Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooTumBKRI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WkAg4vqIcTY/s320/Ducks+and+Water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389164223492335890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the kids enjoyed the corn crib. Instead of a sand box, it was a big box of corn kernels. I still have corn all over my family room floor from three kids taking off their socks and shoes when they got home. Atlee rolled around in this like a pig in mud. That's why you can't see her in this shot. She's actually lying down in the corn kernels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooTWF4nRI/AAAAAAAAB1I/osYtVa5zSXk/s1600-h/Corn+Crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooTWF4nRI/AAAAAAAAB1I/osYtVa5zSXk/s320/Corn+Crib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389164216915107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a petting zoo, which Greeley enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooS_u5RqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Rxcw3DMn8ec/s1600-h/Petting+Zoo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooS_u5RqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Rxcw3DMn8ec/s320/Petting+Zoo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389164210913101474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkeys that aren't on the Thanksgiving Table. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooSTYDbdI/AAAAAAAAB04/IgHs2zK4fSE/s1600-h/Petting+Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooSTYDbdI/AAAAAAAAB04/IgHs2zK4fSE/s320/Petting+Zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389164199006137810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also enjoyed driving the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson9OnBQqI/AAAAAAAAB0w/79F05Bq3QJQ/s1600-h/Greeley+driving+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson9OnBQqI/AAAAAAAAB0w/79F05Bq3QJQ/s320/Greeley+driving+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163836949480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not quite a smile, but it's not quite her usual glare either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson8V5KK9I/AAAAAAAAB0o/x3LuKfeIKHw/s1600-h/Trinity%27s+birthday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson8V5KK9I/AAAAAAAAB0o/x3LuKfeIKHw/s320/Trinity%27s+birthday+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163821724740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids enjoyed the hay ride. Except Greeley, who spent much of the ride with her hands over her ears. The tractor was a bit loud, I guess. That or she was tired of the sales pitch to come back and buy our Christmas Tree there. Hard telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson8H56taI/AAAAAAAAB0g/VyQz8xeqzfg/s1600-h/Hay+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson8H56taI/AAAAAAAAB0g/VyQz8xeqzfg/s320/Hay+Ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163817969825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hayride stopped so that all of the kids could do the apple sling shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson7tr1h2I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/1idBLCjeLkI/s1600-h/Shea+Apple+Slingshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson7tr1h2I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/1idBLCjeLkI/s320/Shea+Apple+Slingshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163810931443554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All morning long, from the time we got there, Rich kept asking, "Where's the apple sling shot?" "Have you seen the apple sling shot?" He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed it more than the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson7NcTfkI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/0wfCWWAJ--A/s1600-h/Atlee+Apple+Slingshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sson7NcTfkI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/0wfCWWAJ--A/s320/Atlee+Apple+Slingshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163802276363842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the chocolate frosting remnants on Atlee's face from the cupcakes. The party tent was in the corn maze. I don't have any pictures of the kids traveling in the maze, though. They all seemed to have a good time. The adults all came out looking like they needed a cocktail or two. Happy Birthday Trinity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-120500164578649439?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/apples-petting-zoos-and-hay-rides-oh-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsooTumBKRI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WkAg4vqIcTY/s72-c/Ducks+and+Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-3703494872511351319</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T06:37:55.783-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Problem with Home Improvements.</title><description>The problem with home improvements is that, of course, as soon as you get a beautiful brand new bathroom door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsSwJwN0gFI/AAAAAAAAB0I/IqUI-ZVUAf0/s1600-h/doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsSwJwN0gFI/AAAAAAAAB0I/IqUI-ZVUAf0/s320/doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387624735850135634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the four unreplaced doors off the same hallway look that much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsSwJRs0lqI/AAAAAAAAB0A/DFwXCurgbkk/s1600-h/doors+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsSwJRs0lqI/AAAAAAAAB0A/DFwXCurgbkk/s320/doors+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387624727658665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-3703494872511351319?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/problem-with-home-improvements.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsSwJwN0gFI/AAAAAAAAB0I/IqUI-ZVUAf0/s72-c/doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-8574200141822984385</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T06:42:19.576-07:00</atom:updated><title>An Overdue Treehouse Update.</title><description>Rich did some more work on the tree house a few weeks ago. Which means starting a few weeks ago, he started nagging me to update the tree house picture. Nagging and nagging and nagging. So, to bring some peace and quiet to our little abode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsC8X0O-TNI/AAAAAAAABzw/K3evpw28PfI/s1600-h/tree+house+update+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsC8X0O-TNI/AAAAAAAABzw/K3evpw28PfI/s320/tree+house+update+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512271679573202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids do enjoy it. Except a few weeks ago when Atlee, Kaya and Trinity were all up there and a bee!!!! flew near them. I'm pretty sure the neighbors on the other side of the development thought we were slaughtering children here that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it, I just took this one this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsC8XRklE3I/AAAAAAAABzo/flwecJX6te4/s1600-h/tree+house+update+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsC8XRklE3I/AAAAAAAABzo/flwecJX6te4/s320/tree+house+update+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512262374953842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shea's home sick from school with a fever and Rich put him to work helping to install a new bathroom door upstairs. The amazing part of this picture? That Shea is both smiling (sort of) and waving at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to enjoy the new found peace and quiet around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-8574200141822984385?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/overdue-treehouse-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SsC8X0O-TNI/AAAAAAAABzw/K3evpw28PfI/s72-c/tree+house+update+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-8036144846388904275</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T13:57:54.062-07:00</atom:updated><title>Heritage Festival</title><description>Some of you may know this, and some of you may not, but I'm not generally a happy, glowing type of pregnant woman. Adjectives like cranky and fussy are perhaps a bit more apt. So, I decided to push my patience to the limit and take three kids to the Heritage Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://www.icpj-gettysburg.org/festival.htm"&gt;Heritage Festival&lt;/a&gt;. Although, my kids are not the kind to try new foods. They have no interest in the Jamaican, Hispanic or Asian offerings. They are down with the ice cream truck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUs2NkEXI/AAAAAAAABzY/M2F4ZboJXyw/s1600-h/Shea+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUs2NkEXI/AAAAAAAABzY/M2F4ZboJXyw/s320/Shea+ice+cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383653902755565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got ice cream. And we settled in under a tree in the shade to enjoy it. Atlee noticed the tree we were sitting under was not the same type of tree as we had sat under for hot dogs and soda. (Worldly palates, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUsZg2loI/AAAAAAAABzQ/NdEfHLKNC9c/s1600-h/Greeley+Ice+Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUsZg2loI/AAAAAAAABzQ/NdEfHLKNC9c/s320/Greeley+Ice+Cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383653895051843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before, we go further remember adjectives that describe me lately are fussy and cranky. And perhaps sarcastic. Anywho, a gentleman overheard Atlee commenting on how the tree was different. And he looked at me and said in a rather patronizing tone, "It's a cedar tree." And I looked at him, snapped somewhere inside and responded in an equally patronizing tone, "Yes, it is.  And the Latin name, if I recall correctly is &lt;em&gt;Thuja occidentalis."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUsG79I5I/AAAAAAAABzI/eS07nRoPMgQ/s1600-h/Atlee+Ice+Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUsG79I5I/AAAAAAAABzI/eS07nRoPMgQ/s320/Atlee+Ice+Cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383653890065245074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lesson? Don't try to school a fussy, pregnant woman on trees when her father's a forester and she lived with an environmental science major for six years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-8036144846388904275?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/heritage-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SraUs2NkEXI/AAAAAAAABzY/M2F4ZboJXyw/s72-c/Shea+ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-1449840268773339802</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T18:42:30.971-07:00</atom:updated><title>Haiku Battles.</title><description>For those of you not paying attention, there is a haiku throw-down going on. A battle of breeds on &lt;a href="http://patioboat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patio Boat&lt;/a&gt;er's site that has been wondrously entertaining. As I have no canine of my own, I offer up a few Gettysburg Family animal haikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the realm of rabbits, I offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorn the Rabbit,&lt;br /&gt;Lives caged on Atlee's dresser.&lt;br /&gt;Vicious teeth that bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the realm of cats, I offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corwin chases Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;Zoe hisses her response,&lt;br /&gt;wishes he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beagle haiku market has been pretty soundly cornered. It looks like the black lab haiku market is rapidly shrinking. I've got high hopes for the dual rabbit and feline markets. Now go look at Patio Boater's last several posts, including comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-1449840268773339802?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/haiku-battles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2902351927454247940</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T14:43:21.847-07:00</atom:updated><title>Technology makes me even lazier.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sq64j_eGFgI/AAAAAAAABzA/XlARGVjghXc/s1600-h/Greeleybike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sq64j_eGFgI/AAAAAAAABzA/XlARGVjghXc/s320/Greeleybike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381441533226915330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you ladies who have been pregnant may remember the last two months. The last two months where time slows down until it seems to stop. And the nesting urge? I don't know where it went, but it's not around here. So, I've been slacking on taking pictures. And we all know I've been slacking on posting pictures. But then my brother-in-law posted this on Facebook, and I could just steal it and post it. Wohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2902351927454247940?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/technology-makes-me-even-lazier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sq64j_eGFgI/AAAAAAAABzA/XlARGVjghXc/s72-c/Greeleybike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2338396660695437635</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T08:52:06.433-07:00</atom:updated><title>Last Days of Summer Videos.</title><description>Eh. This wasn't how I meant to load the videos, but it takes so stinking long to load a video, I'm not redoing it. Suffer through the side by side presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video is an abrupt cut of Atlee singing to Greeley on the back deck. It just offers an opportunity to 1- see how well the girls hang out together and 2- admire my outside table and chairs. I love my outside table and chairs, and will miss eating out there this winter. When kids spill crumbs on the deck, the squirrels clean them up. There don't seem to be any squirrels in the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second video is just one of those things I never thought I'd see. I went to the grocery store and came home to this action in the front yard. I suspected at first that Rich bribed him some how with offers of a new DS game or some such, but that wasn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c35bc199ddbadcb8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VljPjrKL62v_sa_zAbNUllt0gzglDUrM3wpe6oF5JYwkE8ZBFY-YoM3xTMrsERstMvOdSyOhwZ2gsaM98ltjAeZUkb4r2FxH-4-WflJRwUjCPupCJOLC2CoYjUK9_SPmL84YD13fIYj1XVx4Npl_N_TqZsAQCzr0HpyYLU8n1VX0KNjdUceZ_mIv0pZ0PZK-sEZPAZEy-7tmtnxf9f0goJYh%26sigh%3D93S-n2I6HKCXBTXd7NCk_adPavw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc35bc199ddbadcb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D1cvssjmP9J6-0MBpJCxhX9EzU-g&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VljPjrKL62v_sa_zAbNUllt0gzglDUrM3wpe6oF5JYwkE8ZBFY-YoM3xTMrsERstMvOdSyOhwZ2gsaM98ltjAeZUkb4r2FxH-4-WflJRwUjCPupCJOLC2CoYjUK9_SPmL84YD13fIYj1XVx4Npl_N_TqZsAQCzr0HpyYLU8n1VX0KNjdUceZ_mIv0pZ0PZK-sEZPAZEy-7tmtnxf9f0goJYh%26sigh%3D93S-n2I6HKCXBTXd7NCk_adPavw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc35bc199ddbadcb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D1cvssjmP9J6-0MBpJCxhX9EzU-g&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b60875607b27af0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH3T2TOibzVE33or2PTEFh3BZdhH-7jkho6dpzb6FcGE4weItiRtaPNJVI9efYIREhoRRlOKFyepy0c4tzzNCtApuPmGqWhZDk2QQmAVRgQ2NaIDB4wj9OUg_xI9gZMPaYGM1gPDqZ52TfK3kkj5WaKy-egVj8QyqQZmjHLMkXwIDxTrcEZU5IxlbXwfVwxb9mCaFSqAxDjJmiyoPjKRax3j%26sigh%3DDv2nI3zrooXzhfLsKBHet1xbDds%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b60875607b27af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DAl6ihqGrwS_JOQ6kF3P-AEQHhfg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH3T2TOibzVE33or2PTEFh3BZdhH-7jkho6dpzb6FcGE4weItiRtaPNJVI9efYIREhoRRlOKFyepy0c4tzzNCtApuPmGqWhZDk2QQmAVRgQ2NaIDB4wj9OUg_xI9gZMPaYGM1gPDqZ52TfK3kkj5WaKy-egVj8QyqQZmjHLMkXwIDxTrcEZU5IxlbXwfVwxb9mCaFSqAxDjJmiyoPjKRax3j%26sigh%3DDv2nI3zrooXzhfLsKBHet1xbDds%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b60875607b27af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DAl6ihqGrwS_JOQ6kF3P-AEQHhfg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won't change my header quite yet. I don't want to admit summer is gone, even though the kids are in school and all. Summer goes until at least Labor Day Weekend, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2338396660695437635?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b60875607b27af0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c35bc199ddbadcb8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-days-of-summer-videos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-6970803775596016111</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T12:46:20.321-07:00</atom:updated><title>First Day of School.</title><description>This last week was the first day of school for the Gettysburg Family kids. Shea had his first day on Wednesday. Atlee had her first day on Thursday. I didn't get any pictures on Wednesday because that sly dog was out the door before I could even think about where I had left the camera. Greeley just saw pictures being taken and wanted in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SprWL8_N_uI/AAAAAAAABy4/O7Ie4drk9n4/s1600-h/firstdayofschool+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SprWL8_N_uI/AAAAAAAABy4/O7Ie4drk9n4/s320/firstdayofschool+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375844606058299106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The traditional pose for the first day of school picture was quickly followed by the traditional bolt for the school bus stop to avoid missing the bus and therefore losing screen time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SprWLfL5KxI/AAAAAAAAByw/_nAP4fckcaI/s1600-h/firstdayofschool+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SprWLfL5KxI/AAAAAAAAByw/_nAP4fckcaI/s320/firstdayofschool+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375844598058396434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-6970803775596016111?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SprWL8_N_uI/AAAAAAAABy4/O7Ie4drk9n4/s72-c/firstdayofschool+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-1005549806174186856</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T14:59:32.422-07:00</atom:updated><title>Under the Category of Things I Never Thought I'd Do As a Parent</title><description>When I worked at the &lt;a href="http://www.mirrorlakeinn.com/"&gt;Mirror Lake Inn&lt;/a&gt;, I remember wondering what sort of parent paid for their 10 year old to receive a pedicure. What madness is this? Then I moved to Southern Pennsylvania and before you know it, this happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpRdfaOq4qI/AAAAAAAAByo/-opPqPyHdtE/s1600-h/Atlee+soaks+her+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpRdfaOq4qI/AAAAAAAAByo/-opPqPyHdtE/s320/Atlee+soaks+her+feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023049558024866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first day of school (which is Thursday for her) she had her feet soaked, scrubbed, clipped, massaged and polished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpRde-yzRVI/AAAAAAAAByg/xXby7aF3Lxw/s1600-h/purple+sparkle+polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpRde-yzRVI/AAAAAAAAByg/xXby7aF3Lxw/s320/purple+sparkle+polish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023042193376594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her absolute delight in the entire experience has taught me why parents give their kids pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, we went to the&lt;a href="http://www.gettysburgdayspa.com/"&gt; Gettysburg Day Spa&lt;/a&gt;. We had a wonderful experience there. They did not pay for this promotion, but if they want to kick me down a gift certificate for a couples' pedicure, Rich and I will gladly write a rave joint review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-1005549806174186856?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-category-of-things-i-never.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpRdfaOq4qI/AAAAAAAAByo/-opPqPyHdtE/s72-c/Atlee+soaks+her+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-4299775735454833589</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:26:21.316-07:00</atom:updated><title>Last Road Trip of Summer</title><description>And oh what a summer it has been. We hit the road for our last trip of the summer last Thursday. We had a whirlwind tour of New York State planned, and it all started in Syracuse. Are you ready for an inconsistent photo journey? I took odd pictures this vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited our good friends Brandi and Ash. Greeley helped make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYQHhfs4I/AAAAAAAAByY/gnE781MjIns/s1600-h/Greeley+makes+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYQHhfs4I/AAAAAAAAByY/gnE781MjIns/s320/Greeley+makes+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172864350401410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi and Ash got a new dog, Maddie,  in the last year, and every now and then through the evening she looked a lot like my Mom's old dog, Cassidy. I kept hoping I could capture the very Cassidyness of the dog, but it didn't happen. So much for the plan where in a year I slip the Maddie-dog to Mom and take the Cady-dog off her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYPw-UcTI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6zzGxSQKvlI/s1600-h/Cassidy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYPw-UcTI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6zzGxSQKvlI/s320/Cassidy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172858297282866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, we drove east to Glens Falls and had dinner at Mom and Dad's. A lot of family was in town because we were having a family reunion outside of Chestertown on Saturday. It was everything a family reunion should be. There was a swimming pool and oodles of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYE9Pn-OI/AAAAAAAAByI/DN3AXc7hDbE/s1600-h/Atlee+in+a+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYE9Pn-OI/AAAAAAAAByI/DN3AXc7hDbE/s320/Atlee+in+a+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172672612530402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were kids games- including (gasp!!) fishing in a bucket of WATER. Greeley and Atlee were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYEX55i1I/AAAAAAAAByA/mzQQMGnnnHg/s1600-h/Kids+Fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYEX55i1I/AAAAAAAAByA/mzQQMGnnnHg/s320/Kids+Fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172662589295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was live music. My brother Mike's band, Nom de Plume, played for a lively crowd. I would offer a link to the band, but I can't seem to find one on the internet after five minutes of looking. So this is where we'll check to see if Mike regularly reads the blog and can provide his own link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDzejcJI/AAAAAAAABx4/BKVH8gbhdtI/s1600-h/Mike%27s+Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDzejcJI/AAAAAAAABx4/BKVH8gbhdtI/s320/Mike%27s+Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172652810924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday we went north to Wilmington. We had dinner with our former neighbors. See Sam on the left? When we first met Sam he was like 11 years old. He was our first babysitter. Now he's a sophomore in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDZve44I/AAAAAAAABxw/sC3B2W_j97s/s1600-h/Fire+at+Adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDZve44I/AAAAAAAABxw/sC3B2W_j97s/s320/Fire+at+Adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172645902607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have dinner with your former neighbors you get to see your former house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDIoTTiI/AAAAAAAABxo/ihThbJdHEnM/s1600-h/Our+Old+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYDIoTTiI/AAAAAAAABxo/ihThbJdHEnM/s320/Our+Old+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172641309085218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday, we spent the day with Judi. I have no pictures to show. I'll provide a link to her website, &lt;a href="http://adkmac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lost in the Trees&lt;/a&gt;- even though she hasn't posted anything new in four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... on Tuesday evening we went and had dinner with Kelly and Phil. Kelly showed Atlee her garden. They picked some peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXtbfx-VI/AAAAAAAABxg/yQBfyZjVZh4/s1600-h/Kelly+and+Atlee+pick+peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXtbfx-VI/AAAAAAAABxg/yQBfyZjVZh4/s320/Kelly+and+Atlee+pick+peas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172268416498002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlee then ate A LOT of peas. A whole lot of peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXswyArKI/AAAAAAAABxY/uUs58aQTl6c/s1600-h/Atlee+picks+peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXswyArKI/AAAAAAAABxY/uUs58aQTl6c/s320/Atlee+picks+peas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172256950234274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, the kids played with their Wii. Shea tries Guitar Hero for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXsb1a2NI/AAAAAAAABxQ/4FqIPrq0uGo/s1600-h/Shea+and+guitar+hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXsb1a2NI/AAAAAAAABxQ/4FqIPrq0uGo/s320/Shea+and+guitar+hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172251327387858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Atlee tried out the Wii Fit action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXr2cq-uI/AAAAAAAABxI/Ybwkxc20yT8/s1600-h/Atlee+and+the+Wii+Fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXr2cq-uI/AAAAAAAABxI/Ybwkxc20yT8/s320/Atlee+and+the+Wii+Fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172241291475682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll wrap up this post with a picture of the kids on the beach the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXrTCnhSI/AAAAAAAABxA/szBzaz_6oiI/s1600-h/Kids+at+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFXrTCnhSI/AAAAAAAABxA/szBzaz_6oiI/s320/Kids+at+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373172231786956066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School starts on Wednesday. I better get in position early to get my papparazzi stalker style pictures of Shea on the first day. It also means my access to the computer should become a bit easier and my commenting and posting will increase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-4299775735454833589?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-road-trip-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SpFYQHhfs4I/AAAAAAAAByY/gnE781MjIns/s72-c/Greeley+makes+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-5200693354223679623</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T17:54:39.276-07:00</atom:updated><title>IOU one post.</title><description>Alright- I really owe a lot of posts. But today? Today was not the day. Today was an anticipated high of 97 degrees. I don't know what the actual temperature was, but it was hot. Gross and sticky hot. Miserable hot. The kind of hot that makes you pack up all your kids and drive fifteen minutes to a friend's house because she has central AC. (That's also known as a good friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are severe thunderstorms predicted for tonight, which will hopefully take down the humidity. Because then I could post some of the pictures of my friend Gret's visit this weekend. Or the kids on the slip-and-slide this evening. But tonight, I'm going to go melt on my couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-5200693354223679623?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/iou-one-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-3376546315242409660</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T06:04:34.123-07:00</atom:updated><title>Did you know Detroit is an excellent place to vacation?</title><description>No. Really. It's true. I have to admit that we've gotten some odd looks from people when they asked where we were going this summer and we responded, "Detroit." "Oh. Um. Interesting." After a bit, I just started saying, "Michigan." But, you know what? After this vacation, I will defend Detroit as a vacation destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these photos are similar to those that have appeared on John's site, &lt;a href="http://patioboat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patio Boat&lt;/a&gt; or Malcolm and Henry's site, &lt;a href="http://pontoon-pirates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pontoon Pirates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, my big brother John's neighborhood had one of those magical trucks that deliver ice cream to the small children of the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those magical trucks amaze my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlZflfdQI/AAAAAAAABw4/ejG_pUWUVeQ/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlZflfdQI/AAAAAAAABw4/ejG_pUWUVeQ/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602332289922306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shea and Henry enjoying ice cream on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlSSy9L3I/AAAAAAAABww/9ueoKKJbK_E/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlSSy9L3I/AAAAAAAABww/9ueoKKJbK_E/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602208597651314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one because Greeley looks kind of ice cream drunk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlR6HK-UI/AAAAAAAABwo/nQr8dGtdyxs/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlR6HK-UI/AAAAAAAABwo/nQr8dGtdyxs/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602201971554626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlee and her new best friend, Lexi, enjoying their ice cream. Five year olds crack me up. How often have you heard one say something about their "new best friend" only to get the follow up question of "and what was her name again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlRgE22WI/AAAAAAAABwg/EEaAbOloVQk/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlRgE22WI/AAAAAAAABwg/EEaAbOloVQk/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602194982525282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and Monique treated us all to a Detroit Tigers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlRfpaEzI/AAAAAAAABwY/Lpi6BSArgK0/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlRfpaEzI/AAAAAAAABwY/Lpi6BSArgK0/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602194867393330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a great view of the Detroit skyline from the baseball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk-hZg3lI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XTXogCSYBos/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk-hZg3lI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XTXogCSYBos/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601868920086098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John and Atlee enjoying the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk-MNGGII/AAAAAAAABwI/ZMFYICsZxpY/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk-MNGGII/AAAAAAAABwI/ZMFYICsZxpY/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601863230855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greeley eating the peanuts. She seemed to enjoy them a bit more after we discussed taking them out of the shell instead of eating the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk9nGKx3I/AAAAAAAABwA/K1r4G2tDMxs/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk9nGKx3I/AAAAAAAABwA/K1r4G2tDMxs/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601853269690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rare photo of Shea that does not involve his hand in front of the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk9T2uttI/AAAAAAAABv4/zpiKeOLDjdM/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk9T2uttI/AAAAAAAABv4/zpiKeOLDjdM/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601848104662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlee showing off her new hat. It looks so plain from this angle. But wait-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk8-68WVI/AAAAAAAABvw/PWJQJoEDiiU/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLk8-68WVI/AAAAAAAABvw/PWJQJoEDiiU/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601842485188946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's the blingiest baseball cap you ever did see. Pink AND sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkpaCmLuI/AAAAAAAABvo/damI2lND7g4/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkpaCmLuI/AAAAAAAABvo/damI2lND7g4/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601506167664354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greeley also received a cap, but this might have been the only time it stayed on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkpFe3kGI/AAAAAAAABvg/NK3idDii6ck/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkpFe3kGI/AAAAAAAABvg/NK3idDii6ck/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601500649099362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the game, there were fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkoqLTP5I/AAAAAAAABvY/PLP1hmLNFiA/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkoqLTP5I/AAAAAAAABvY/PLP1hmLNFiA/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601493319270290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beagle that inspires all that beagle haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Beagle sniffs the air.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a rabbit I smell?&lt;br /&gt;Pesky leash holds me.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkobX6FkI/AAAAAAAABvQ/pAmxcUhZJFw/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkobX6FkI/AAAAAAAABvQ/pAmxcUhZJFw/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601489345615426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea and Malcolm go for a canoe ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkoGy1yFI/AAAAAAAABvI/t5g5PCBCEtA/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkoGy1yFI/AAAAAAAABvI/t5g5PCBCEtA/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601483821434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich takes the girls out on a rowboat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkUu-BrbI/AAAAAAAABvA/xVzpnlsDgVc/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkUu-BrbI/AAAAAAAABvA/xVzpnlsDgVc/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601151008386482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard Shea photo pose. We've moved on to the Detroit Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkUQ7eP6I/AAAAAAAABu4/6SsbHn24lQA/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkUQ7eP6I/AAAAAAAABu4/6SsbHn24lQA/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601142944612258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo-ops of five children rarely work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkT5oCbuI/AAAAAAAABuw/ARAvBI0qkxE/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkT5oCbuI/AAAAAAAABuw/ARAvBI0qkxE/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601136689082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone kept climbing up on the fences to see the animals. I kept having small heart attacks. I could see the headlines in my mind. "Completely irresponsible adults lose five children to hungry tiger at Detroit Zoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkTVUXWxI/AAAAAAAABuo/Z9TlGjpZzDM/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkTVUXWxI/AAAAAAAABuo/Z9TlGjpZzDM/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601126942890770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to John and Monique for showing us all the good things Detroit has to offer. Is it too early to make our reservation for next summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkTMBifNI/AAAAAAAABug/15vCh0yGVr0/s1600-h/detroit+and+fireflies+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLkTMBifNI/AAAAAAAABug/15vCh0yGVr0/s320/detroit+and+fireflies+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601124448009426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-3376546315242409660?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know-detroit-is-excellent-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnLlZflfdQI/AAAAAAAABw4/ejG_pUWUVeQ/s72-c/detroit+and+fireflies+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-7128829602534311597</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T18:20:30.845-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Silver Lining of Smashing Your Face Into a Dock.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnD0WTigaBI/AAAAAAAABuY/MToNmwnklH0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnD0WTigaBI/AAAAAAAABuY/MToNmwnklH0/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364055820237563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there were really all sorts of silver linings involved. I didn't break any teeth. I didn't break my nose. I had a rugby playing big brother at my side to help me figure out if I broke my nose or not. And when I got home and called my midwife to let her know (because Rich insisted), she scheduled an ultrasound for today to make sure baby was OK. And the big silver lining? The ultrasound tech did the whole 3D thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my Detroit pictures will be up tomorrow. Pinky swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-7128829602534311597?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/silver-lining-of-smashing-your-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SnD0WTigaBI/AAAAAAAABuY/MToNmwnklH0/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-3279775849113823509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T11:04:32.768-07:00</atom:updated><title>Told You So...</title><description>I told you I wouldn't be posting, but that my big brother John would be. For Gettysburg Family fun updates, you have to trek over to &lt;a href="http://patioboat.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettysburg-family-in-wolverine-lake.html"&gt;Patio Boat &lt;/a&gt;today. His post even explains why I have Angelina Jolie's lips today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-3279775849113823509?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/told-you-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2572988877731382343</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T19:56:46.154-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Overdue Post That Tells You I'm Going On Vacation.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmfRGi_qyVI/AAAAAAAABuI/YfpT1CS9k4k/s1600-h/Shea+as+a+Caped+Avenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmfRGi_qyVI/AAAAAAAABuI/YfpT1CS9k4k/s320/Shea+as+a+Caped+Avenger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361483791811135826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***Shea as a caped avenger in Dewey Beach, Delaware. Not related to this post at all. In no way, shape, form or manner. Except we'll be going on vacation again tomorrow. And he'll bring the blanket. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer- it does indeed fly by. We're getting ready to head out to Michigan in the morning and inspect the Patio Boat at &lt;a href="http://patioboat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patio Boater&lt;/a&gt;'s. We've had a full week, but I don't have any pictures to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie last Friday. He confessed afterwards that he mostly went along due to the prospect of snacks. He decided it was too scary and told me I'm on my own for the next two movies. I tried to bait him. "Come on Shea. Not even for a Scooby Snack, er- Shea Snack?" No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, the kids and I went to a friend's birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.md.us/publiclands/western/CunninghamFalls.html"&gt;Cunningham Falls State Park&lt;/a&gt;. We swam in the lake and barbecued and had a great afternoon. Atlee certainly stayed in the water long enough for me to get the camera and get a picture of her, but it just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Greeley and Shea both had dental appointments. Shea experienced Nitrous Oxide and Novacaine for the first time. Greeley finally consented to letting the dentist count her teeth after she was assured there would be a prize at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the kids and I went and registered Atlee for kindergarten this fall. We were talking about it in the car the other day and Atlee was talking about how excited she was to start school. Shea looked at her with utter disbelief and said, "Atlee! You have to go EVERY DAY but Saturday and Sunday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're wondering what we're up to for the next few days, click on over to Patio Boat. He might post over the weekend (and he uses his camera more than I do!). I'm most likely not going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2572988877731382343?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-overdue-post-that-tells-you-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmfRGi_qyVI/AAAAAAAABuI/YfpT1CS9k4k/s72-c/Shea+as+a+Caped+Avenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-1583277840699638028</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T06:08:38.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Tree House Watch</title><description>When the kids and I came back from Delaware, we discovered Rich had been up to something. While he may not have loaded the dishwasher, he did start a treehouse in the back yard for the kids. However, we seem to be at some sort of stopping point. My friends, Pete and Amy, are considering starting a pool on when the tree house will be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmB3OuNkHSI/AAAAAAAABuA/47WuB6VfWOU/s1600-h/treehouse+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmB3OuNkHSI/AAAAAAAABuA/47WuB6VfWOU/s320/treehouse+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359414651377687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any interested participants should know Amy has already dibbed mid-July, 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-1583277840699638028?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/tree-house-watch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/SmB3OuNkHSI/AAAAAAAABuA/47WuB6VfWOU/s72-c/treehouse+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-8523484149538470940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T05:26:21.412-07:00</atom:updated><title>Introducing Cro-Magnon Man.</title><description>Are you familiar with Murphy's Law? The one that says that if ALL three kids want the new baby to be a girl and if all of the hand me downs are pink- the baby will definitely be a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich thinks he looks sort of like a caveman with his jutting jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sl8buE5hgOI/AAAAAAAABtw/l4jeFqWkzcQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sl8buE5hgOI/AAAAAAAABtw/l4jeFqWkzcQ/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359032559997124834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy Mac- you may commence the shipping of all of the blue items. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-8523484149538470940?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-cro-magnon-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Sl8buE5hgOI/AAAAAAAABtw/l4jeFqWkzcQ/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761838434578253936.post-2173844495013085976</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T07:20:50.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Apt Title: Delaware Shore 2009</title><description>Perhaps you heard we got to go out of town again? Rich's brother and sister-in-law invited us to join them and Rich's other brothers and sister at the Delaware Shore this last week. Rich had to stay and work (because someone's got to pay for our gas), but the kids and I headed out last Thursday. When we arrived at the rental we found out &lt;a href="http://www.darkstarorchestra.net/NEWSITE/HTML/dso.php"&gt;Darkstar Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; was playing at the bar across the street that night. Here's their tour bus. Such a close brush with fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7PPhNdiI/AAAAAAAABto/1jhYQs3eC0Q/s1600-h/Darkstar+Ochestra+Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7PPhNdiI/AAAAAAAABto/1jhYQs3eC0Q/s320/Darkstar+Ochestra+Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293158458127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as the girls and I sat on the front porch enjoying the music, my mind sort of wandered. The conversation with self went something like this, "Hmmmm. When was my last dead show? I'm pretty sure it was 1992. Wait. What's this year? 2009? Really!!!???? 17 fricking years???!!" Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we look at the pictures of the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7Ou9QNyI/AAAAAAAABtg/YTmW7qwnivc/s1600-h/delaware+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7Ou9QNyI/AAAAAAAABtg/YTmW7qwnivc/s320/delaware+2009+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293149717378850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would anyone be surprised to hear Atlee loved the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7OPQ8LVI/AAAAAAAABtY/b2CC_1nQ9tQ/s1600-h/Atlee+and+the+Ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7OPQ8LVI/AAAAAAAABtY/b2CC_1nQ9tQ/s320/Atlee+and+the+Ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293141210017106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She really, really loved the ocean. Even when a big wave knocked her down and under, it didn't diminish her love of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7NjCV26I/AAAAAAAABtQ/lhQT9HSeg4k/s1600-h/delaware+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7NjCV26I/AAAAAAAABtQ/lhQT9HSeg4k/s320/delaware+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293129337625506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's she's telling Rich on the phone that this is the best vacation ever! And that was after just one day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7NTFbJJI/AAAAAAAABtI/cnh8jEg3Nqc/s1600-h/Atlee+telling+Daddy+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7NTFbJJI/AAAAAAAABtI/cnh8jEg3Nqc/s320/Atlee+telling+Daddy+on+phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358293125055587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Uncle John buried Shea in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6hUmNtqI/AAAAAAAABtA/oDQyMPyHVt0/s1600-h/Uncle+John+buries+Shea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6hUmNtqI/AAAAAAAABtA/oDQyMPyHVt0/s320/Uncle+John+buries+Shea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292369547310754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He left his head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6g_kmcVI/AAAAAAAABs4/wdwzP3dO580/s1600-h/Shea+up+to+his+neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6g_kmcVI/AAAAAAAABs4/wdwzP3dO580/s320/Shea+up+to+his+neck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292363903398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greeley thought the whole thing was rather odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6gpgh2TI/AAAAAAAABsw/fbukHRfUTcg/s1600-h/Greeley+looking+at+Shea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6gpgh2TI/AAAAAAAABsw/fbukHRfUTcg/s320/Greeley+looking+at+Shea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292357980739890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then she did a little surfing on her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6gHRiN5I/AAAAAAAABso/6UP3moX3Q88/s1600-h/Greeley+boarding+on+Shea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6gHRiN5I/AAAAAAAABso/6UP3moX3Q88/s320/Greeley+boarding+on+Shea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292348791043986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we'll finish out with a picture of Greeley enjoying all the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6fxPZx9I/AAAAAAAABsg/_UubbIt_RX4/s1600-h/Greeley+and+the+Ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx6fxPZx9I/AAAAAAAABsg/_UubbIt_RX4/s320/Greeley+and+the+Ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292342876522450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should go do some dishes now. My husband apparently didn't know how to operate the dishwasher while I was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761838434578253936-2173844495013085976?l=gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gettysburgfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-apt-title-delaware-shore-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gettysburg Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fFRfhqzqWU/Slx7PPhNdiI/AAAAAAAABto/1jhYQs3eC0Q/s72-c/Darkstar+Ochestra+Bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>