<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:24:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorny Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-7025972867144632925</id><published>2010-05-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:28:58.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S_W3nqY_98I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r4WV6icBG1w/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S_W3nqY_98I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r4WV6icBG1w/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482814160631746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S_W21nu1ZjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BNs0MWQEsFI/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S_W21nu1ZjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BNs0MWQEsFI/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473481954453448242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Sophie is such a treat.  She has a fairly sunny disposition and is generally quick with a smile (especially for Zoe).  Super-inquisitive, she is into EVERYTHING.  She is our little explorer.  Currently, she is mastering crawling - she can go four or five "steps" on her hands and knees now.  We are so thankful to have this little one in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-7025972867144632925?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7025972867144632925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=7025972867144632925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7025972867144632925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7025972867144632925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2010/05/sophie.html' title='Sophie'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S_W3nqY_98I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r4WV6icBG1w/s72-c/IMG_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-3477986382097922455</id><published>2010-05-08T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:42:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqhpgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7AMp0rHFJXo/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqhpgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7AMp0rHFJXo/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469035186310635106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqY4fyXUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T-7-xaaAYgg/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqY4fyXUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T-7-xaaAYgg/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469035035714805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqPu8MKvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pX9_MY1-auU/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqPu8MKvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pX9_MY1-auU/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469034878530759410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqHkmsFTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jSZuvQYI9c0/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqHkmsFTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jSZuvQYI9c0/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469034738317268274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had beautiful weather for Easter. Zoe chose this beautiful dress while we were in Texas and she and Daddy got all dressed up for church.  Sophie and I stayed home so she could have a nap before we headed out to our friends' home in Maine for lunch and an Easter Egg hunt.  You can see Zoe with her egg bucket and ubiquitous "Ugg" boots (I did convince her to wear dress shoes to church).  Sophie was less cooperative this day, but at least you can see a bit of her dress.  Note the bare legs - I was not kidding about the nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; width: 16px; height: 16px;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-3477986382097922455?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3477986382097922455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=3477986382097922455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/3477986382097922455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/3477986382097922455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/S-XqhpgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7AMp0rHFJXo/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-7932830589350252129</id><published>2009-08-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:44:27.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time in Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQKAw5WwfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HZu1SPUBqPI/s1600-h/IMG_0429.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/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQKAw5WwfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HZu1SPUBqPI/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369427663974220274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the train on a rainy day - which was typical of our early summer.  We didn't think the nice weather would ever arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQJtJWB0WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nQdpTHQCykM/s1600-h/IMG_0399.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/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQJtJWB0WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nQdpTHQCykM/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369427326939550050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picking strawberries.  As you can see, Zoe was fascinated with our haul.  Those were some yummy berries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQJdIm3vgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QBXjj4yf5e8/s1600-h/IMG_0390.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/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQJdIm3vgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QBXjj4yf5e8/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369427051863850498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing on the playground near our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQIpDhIaAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T8TbJ3r9fTE/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQIpDhIaAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T8TbJ3r9fTE/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369426157144401922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on Daddy's shoulders on the way home from the Museum of Fine Arts (literally two blocks from our house!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQFhg-RzwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QZPBcocwRx0/s1600-h/IMG_0034.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/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQFhg-RzwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QZPBcocwRx0/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369422729077444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is after Zoe and Daddy decided to play in the dirt by the river.  Can you believe how dirty she is?!  She looked like Bert the Chimney Sweep in Mary Poppins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-7932830589350252129?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7932830589350252129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=7932830589350252129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7932830589350252129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7932830589350252129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-time-in-boston.html' title='Summer time in Boston'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SoQKAw5WwfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HZu1SPUBqPI/s72-c/IMG_0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-8127690047724248067</id><published>2009-05-24T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:35:16.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/ShlbF8qTfdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VivUEJO3M0c/s1600-h/PICT0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/ShlbF8qTfdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VivUEJO3M0c/s320/PICT0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339398990965472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is full of funny little sayings these days.  A few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our local train, there are standard announcements they play at certain stops.  The other day, we reached our stop and "Northeastern University" was announced.  Zoe looks at me and says, just before the next announcement came on, "No smoking please.  Doors open on the right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Jonathan and Zoe were coming home from the playground.  As usual, she was required to hold Daddy's hand when crossing the street.  This led to the following pronouncement: "When I get bigger, I am going to cross the street by myself.  Then I will go to the library all by myself and take the train home."    I think it's pretty funny that, of all the places she could go in her big girl freedom, the library is the place she would choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Zoe was playing very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exuberantly&lt;/span&gt; at the end of her nap time.  While I was putting her undies back on I asked her if she was full of beans.  She said, "No, you are full of beans.  I am full of cheese and Daddy is full of..... cake."  Then after a moment's thought, she said, "No, I am full of cake, Daddy is full of cheese."  Good call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-8127690047724248067?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8127690047724248067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=8127690047724248067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/8127690047724248067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/8127690047724248067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-little-things.html' title='Funny little things'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/ShlbF8qTfdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VivUEJO3M0c/s72-c/PICT0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-2512609580789156180</id><published>2009-04-10T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:03:18.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so I need to get better about blogging!  Zoe is growing so much and becoming such an interesting little person.  I know that her grandmas, at least, are very interested in this process. Here are a few "tales" and photos for the interested.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Lately, Zoe has been showing an interest in money.  She doesn't really understand what it's for, but she likes to give us pretend money all the time.  In the car the other day, Zoe made some comment which I agreed with.  She said "Thank you, Mommy.  Here's some money."  What a benevolent dictator :).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Sd_qmjdpmoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sek3o3R2yDw/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323231232650746498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are at the Boston Children's Museum.  She really enjoyed these hands-on water activities.   I got pretty into it myself!  We went to the museum at a time that was discounted, so it was pretty crowded.  There were lots of rowdy little boys running around, throwing things, pushing and shoving...  I tend to get freaked out by these guys and think "Where are their parents?!" but Zoe is not phased by them a bit.  She'll just watch them patiently and then get back to doing her own thing.  I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Sd_pQm5uMvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_fSutvx4Sxc/s320/PICT0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323229756105044722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is of Zoe and her favorite socks.  She and Daddy like to pull them all the way up.  Silly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-2512609580789156180?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2512609580789156180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=2512609580789156180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/2512609580789156180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/2512609580789156180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-so-i-need-to-get-better-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Sd_qmjdpmoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sek3o3R2yDw/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-5896684547527350924</id><published>2008-09-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:34:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe's new phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SNRgwDrcXbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BHLk1Fiofyk/s1600-h/PICT0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SNRgwDrcXbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BHLk1Fiofyk/s320/PICT0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247925844530978226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SNRgYdsUUaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QdUylYMNRHU/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SNRgYdsUUaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QdUylYMNRHU/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247925439197106594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's newest phrase is "No thanks.  I good."  It has become her standard response when offered vegetables.  I guess I should be thankful for the "thanks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-5896684547527350924?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5896684547527350924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=5896684547527350924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/5896684547527350924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/5896684547527350924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoes-new-phrase.html' title='Zoe&apos;s new phrase'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SNRgwDrcXbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BHLk1Fiofyk/s72-c/PICT0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-7705123272205011022</id><published>2008-07-15T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:23.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SH01ExTQkII/AAAAAAAAAC8/MJE8fS5KudM/s1600-h/Photo_062108_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SH01ExTQkII/AAAAAAAAAC8/MJE8fS5KudM/s320/Photo_062108_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223389498889506946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer, we lived just a few blocks from the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.  These are some pictures from the Japanese garden section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SH00CNPpWPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SZTi7ocq-tU/s1600-h/Photo_062108_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SH00CNPpWPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SZTi7ocq-tU/s320/Photo_062108_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223388355339311346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is probably being asked to smile here :).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-7705123272205011022?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7705123272205011022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=7705123272205011022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7705123272205011022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7705123272205011022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2008/07/brooklyn-botanical-garden.html' title='Brooklyn Botanical Garden'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SH01ExTQkII/AAAAAAAAAC8/MJE8fS5KudM/s72-c/Photo_062108_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-7192177097499240099</id><published>2008-06-30T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAf_HVcVI/AAAAAAAAACs/rdo_T8BY5TA/s1600-h/Photo_062008_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAf_HVcVI/AAAAAAAAACs/rdo_T8BY5TA/s320/Photo_062008_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842930291929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAY5qJioI/AAAAAAAAACk/oV0vIHom7wI/s1600-h/Photo_062008_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAY5qJioI/AAAAAAAAACk/oV0vIHom7wI/s320/Photo_062008_007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842808568253058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAOQTG9eI/AAAAAAAAACc/D92f4cUo2DI/s1600-h/Photo_062008_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAOQTG9eI/AAAAAAAAACc/D92f4cUo2DI/s320/Photo_062008_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842625667069410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAFeuT1kI/AAAAAAAAACU/k-Hyn1mh0NU/s1600-h/Photo_062008_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAFeuT1kI/AAAAAAAAACU/k-Hyn1mh0NU/s320/Photo_062008_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842474920433218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGl_wtT9pMI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pl97wk3aV6o/s1600-h/Photo_062008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGl_wtT9pMI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pl97wk3aV6o/s320/Photo_062008_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842118059205826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGl_ZGn40aI/AAAAAAAAACE/UACpsuoPWuo/s1600-h/Photo_062008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGl_ZGn40aI/AAAAAAAAACE/UACpsuoPWuo/s320/Photo_062008_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217841712536801698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day last week, Zoe and Daddy went to a park just down the street from where we're staying and took these fun pictures.  In case you can't tell, she's a mermaid, a gorilla, a cat, a duck, a tiger and snake.  They obviously had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-7192177097499240099?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7192177097499240099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=7192177097499240099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7192177097499240099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7192177097499240099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-park.html' title='Fun in the Park'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/SGmAf_HVcVI/AAAAAAAAACs/rdo_T8BY5TA/s72-c/Photo_062008_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-738765432704864417</id><published>2007-12-10T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:25.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R131XSSPILI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4u5_PdKhlvc/s1600-h/PICT0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R131XSSPILI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4u5_PdKhlvc/s320/PICT0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142536129921097906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R13xtCSPIJI/AAAAAAAAABs/-PymSSZhqZo/s1600-h/PICT0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R13xtCSPIJI/AAAAAAAAABs/-PymSSZhqZo/s320/PICT0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142532105536741522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R13wwySPIII/AAAAAAAAABk/3_iZzLBH-WI/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R13wwySPIII/AAAAAAAAABk/3_iZzLBH-WI/s320/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142531070449623170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Zoe loves to help.  She especially enjoys putting the clothes in the dryer.  It goes much slower this way, but it's kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-738765432704864417?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/738765432704864417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=738765432704864417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/738765432704864417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/738765432704864417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/12/mamas-helper.html' title='Mama&apos;s Helper'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/R131XSSPILI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4u5_PdKhlvc/s72-c/PICT0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-2729758625321391145</id><published>2007-10-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:26.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RyiBvMkM_TI/AAAAAAAAABY/uYAxKv_PFiM/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RyiBvMkM_TI/AAAAAAAAABY/uYAxKv_PFiM/s320/PICT0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127490823588216114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zoe (and Jonathan, of course) on the stairs leading up to our apartment.  Zoe loves to go up and down the stairs herself.  To pass the time- the price of self-sufficiency is a VERY slow pace - I started counting the steps whenever we go up or down.  Now Zoe likes to count.  As we approach the stairs, she begins, "Two....nine" and often repeats these numbers the whole way up.  She also tends to be pretty chatty in her bed before she falls asleep at naptime, sometimes I will hear through the monitor "Two....nine." It's so funny!  Perhaps she is teaching her baby how to count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-2729758625321391145?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2729758625321391145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=2729758625321391145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/2729758625321391145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/2729758625321391145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/counting-steps.html' title='Counting steps'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RyiBvMkM_TI/AAAAAAAAABY/uYAxKv_PFiM/s72-c/PICT0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-4083530135557484061</id><published>2007-10-07T14:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:26.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelin' Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RwlUA-pwP2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1VJsStsgZ8g/s1600-h/summer07+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118714827278139234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RwlUA-pwP2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1VJsStsgZ8g/s320/summer07+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and I just returned home from a 10 day trip to visit family in Texas - without Daddy...  I was so nervous about flying with her by myself, but she couldn't have done better.  She also adjusted well to being in the car for long stretches, since we literally drove ALL over Texas :).   Since Zoe came along, I generally schedule our flights for the morning - to get it over with and because she is usually at her best in the morning.   This time I experimented with an evening flight, hoping Zoe would sleep.  Not a chance.  She did fine but not only was she a little more cranky, but I was SO tired.  I think we'll stick with mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Zoe is learning how to remove her clothing.  I walked in to get her this morning and she had her pajama top on her head and the biggest smile on her face.  Silly monkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-4083530135557484061?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4083530135557484061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=4083530135557484061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/4083530135557484061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/4083530135557484061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/travelin-girl.html' title='Travelin&apos; Girl'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RwlUA-pwP2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1VJsStsgZ8g/s72-c/summer07+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-5937826826401985206</id><published>2007-09-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:26.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartwheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Ruci0xUXRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UnMwRb4Zn4o/s1600-h/summer07+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109090592262407602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Ruci0xUXRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UnMwRb4Zn4o/s320/summer07+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, Zoe and I went to our first class at this place in town called Cartwheels for Kids. She is classified as a "wobbler" and was one of 4 in the class. We sang songs, played with balls and puppets, and my personal favorite, a parachute! Zoe was a little tentative and preferred to watch most of the time (in her normal "little observer" role), but I think she'll warm up before long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is that they have a pretty big indoor play area (which will be great when winter arrives) and Zoe spent most of the class at the door wanting to go back out there and play.... sigh. At least she enjoyed something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the homefront, it looks as though we have eliminated Zoe's first nap. (moment of silence, please) I had been holding on to it out of selfishness as this is when I get ready, eat breakfast, etc. - but I think that her afternoon nap and her nighttime sleep will be better in the long run. So far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-5937826826401985206?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5937826826401985206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=5937826826401985206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/5937826826401985206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/5937826826401985206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/cartwheels.html' title='Cartwheels'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Ruci0xUXRbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UnMwRb4Zn4o/s72-c/summer07+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-1806713161282704060</id><published>2007-09-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:26.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Rt3FkRUXRYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MfagBrHys1I/s1600-h/summer07+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106454779422786946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Rt3FkRUXRYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MfagBrHys1I/s320/summer07+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interesting thing about Upstate New York is that every county has a fair around this time of year. This year we attended the Washington County Fair in Greenwich, which is about 30 miles north of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time! There were lots of 4-H animals, which Zoe loved. They even had these "knee-high" horse competitions which were little kids (like 3 and 4 year olds) showing full size horses! Their feet didn't even reach half-way to the stirrups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, we also sampled some delicious fair fare. Zoe is eating the scrumptious (and highly nutritious, I'm sure) fried dough. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Rt3EcBUXRXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CUvvyKSK9Hw/s1600-h/summer07+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-1806713161282704060?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1806713161282704060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=1806713161282704060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/1806713161282704060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/1806713161282704060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-at-fair.html' title='A Day at the Fair'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/Rt3FkRUXRYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MfagBrHys1I/s72-c/summer07+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118330827674240745.post-7424460172476574939</id><published>2007-08-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:26.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Zoe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RtbQ5BUXRWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iDfaeHl486U/s1600-h/summer07+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104496905696003426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RtbQ5BUXRWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iDfaeHl486U/s320/summer07+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally taken a cue from many of my friends and decided to create a blog that charts some of Zoe's adventures. I figure it will be a good way to keep our far away loved ones up-to-date. I'll try to make regular posts, so check back on occasion! Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoe is starting to be interested in feeding herself with the spoon. Thank goodness oatmeal sticks to the spoon and messes caused by said interest are minimal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118330827674240745-7424460172476574939?l=thornytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7424460172476574939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118330827674240745&amp;postID=7424460172476574939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7424460172476574939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118330827674240745/posts/default/7424460172476574939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornytales.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-zoe.html' title='It&apos;s all about Zoe!'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463565385255763196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7unab9dEkUI/RtbQ5BUXRWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iDfaeHl486U/s72-c/summer07+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
