<?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-1502432011628055729</id><updated>2011-05-03T09:39:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams  Quatro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-2744681423280360684</id><published>2008-12-02T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:49:05.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams Update</title><content type='html'>Well...it is hard to believe that Kate is 3 weeks old already! We have been home for two weeks and have survived the newborn obstacles without too many bumps and bruises. It has been easier on some fronts (like many of my friends told me it would be), but it has also been a little more difficult as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has been amazing (as usual) and has done anything and everything in order for me to rest and heal. For those that know me it has been a little hard for me to sit and watch others do things in my house and for my kiddos! I have of course been helping out (as much as they have let me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty has been wonderful. He is at a great age. He likes his sister and wants to know where she is and help her when she is crying, but he also has other things that he feels that he needs to do (play, make noise, help clean &amp;amp; cook, etc.) He is extremely busy and that has added to the stress of taking care of Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always told me that the more children you have the less time you have to journal, keep notes, take pictures and create memory books. I had a hard enough time with Ty so I was positive I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do WORSE with Kate. Poor thing...we have taken a fourth of the pictures that we did with Ty, I haven't even thought about working in her Baby Book, and I feel accomplished to jot down some fun things from each day! I guess she may end up like me, the last of three, with a baby book: A name simply written in the front and then a dozen envelopes, cut out newspaper articles, grade school work, and favorite pictures shoved in the front. I know my mom didn't love me less...just didn't have the time for the details! I now understand. But, do all moms have the guilt with the second and third child, that they aren't getting the best of them as the first child did? Will I always have it? Will I continually worry that Kate will feel like I don't love her as much or will she understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never set Ty down, I never thought to do anything but entertain and give ALL of my attention to Ty. Now, with Kate I am giving time to Ty, cleaning, cooking, working, blogging, etc. Will she know I didn't hold her as much? Will she know that I didn't want to sit in the floor for hours on end, each day and just watch her play? Will she know that I didn't sing to her 40 songs a day like her brother? Or will it just be something I have to deal with? Where to find the balance between giving both of your kids the same or equal? Will it ever feel equal or fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate is a wonderful baby. She sleeps great, eats great, and has a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperament&lt;/span&gt;, except when she is showing a little bit of her temper.  She already has a very clear picture of what she wants you to do to make her happy. Funny how they come with huge personalities at birth! She will take a pacifier but doesn't really care for it...she would rather suck her thumb (which she finally found for the first time today, you would have thought she was in HEAVEN). We are trying hard to detract her from her thumb I have heard that is harder to break a child from than a pacifier. We were lucky with Ty, he didn't want either. He just had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our hospital stay and our first weeks at home. We will have more later....I am promising myself to do better at taking more pictures and videos of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't thank everyone enough for the calls, visits, encouragement, prayers and much more that you have offered.  We definitely need the prayers to keep on rolling in!  We feel so amazingly blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;amp;user_id=53978241@N00&amp;amp;set_id=72157594365839157/show&amp;amp;tags=New,Baby,Addition,Sister" frameborder="0" width="500" scrolling="no" height="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a title="Admarket.se" href="http://www.admarket.se/"&gt;Admarket's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="flickrSLiDR" href="http://flickrslidr.com/"&gt;flickrSLiDR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-2744681423280360684?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2744681423280360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=2744681423280360684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/2744681423280360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/2744681423280360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/12/adams-update.html' title='Adams Update'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-1644720758924300748</id><published>2008-11-13T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:30:04.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...She's HERE! I know that most of you thought that the Adams Trio had fallen off the face of the earth, but we are still here and we have begun a new, and amazing adventure. The last few months have been a major balancing act for me, and for those who know me well, I am the clumsiest, most uncoordinated person there is...so balancing isn't my speciality. Hehehehe! I have learned that I am definitely no Super Woman! DARN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....to say the least blogging has fallen to the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just excited to be able to blog about the newest miracle to our family! We have welcomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kate Carlisle Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the Adams Family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was born Monday, November 1oth, at 11:34 by C-Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was born in just 14 minutes and came into the world with lots of dark brown hair and the chubbiest cheeks you have every seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell you the truth I was just excited that the Doctor said I had a beautiful GIRL! I had four dreams that we delivered another BOY instead of a girl! God is so good, because our darling GIRL was PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wheeled into recovery and anxiously awaited Jeff's return to give me details about our little girl (the worst part of a C-Section). My Mom, Sister, and BFF LeeAnn joined me in the waiting for news. My sister received a Text that our darling little girl wasn't so little she weighed in at... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 pounds and 13 ounces and was 20 and a quarter inches long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wonder my belly was so huge and I was so uncomfortable. Thank you, Lord for such a healthy little girl. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy our new ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day #1 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342115669198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SRzpPcexRTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S1OmfBK7XpI/s320/IMG_4979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Belly! I know....HUGE! It's all worth it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342122587572866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SRzpP2QPSoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/m1HLXqaHUAk/s320/IMG_4981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost Parents of TWO...I can't believe it. Wasn't I just 21? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is...See the cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556781642473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2sepjGYKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_BJFl5K32Tw/s320/IMG_4986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fed her as soon as she was in the nursery, because she was such a big baby and they were worried about her blood sugar levels. She was glad to oblige and slurp down a bottle! That's my girl! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268564267246415138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2zSXmJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/270eWziExcY/s320/IMG_4992.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's Little Girl...Already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268564264312452722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2zSMqpNnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-VO00zfl4Ro/s320/IMG_5005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First time seeing Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268564275826268386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2zS3jwGOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qHj9ad4B_nA/s320/IMG_5008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this sweet "Bow" Cap the nurse made for her. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268561797932525602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2xCor2KCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ctrgG9WStDY/s320/IMG_5028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First time for Big Brother to see Kate. He wasn't too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268561805820596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2xDGEgkdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LpQViEmaIqc/s320/IMG_5035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mommy, Ty and Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268561811272131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SR2xDaYQZCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_QnWowJIMHE/s320/IMG_5036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one makes me cry everytime I look at it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More will be coming! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-1644720758924300748?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1644720758924300748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=1644720758924300748' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1644720758924300748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1644720758924300748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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/_fik8wIPZs-U/SRzpPcexRTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S1OmfBK7XpI/s72-c/IMG_4979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-553803256650772132</id><published>2008-08-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:48:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' ????</title><content type='html'>Ty's favorite new question is, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'???".  Not Why, Not How, Not Where....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'!  He says it in a manner of different ways, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Mocha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;' Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;' Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;' Ty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of times a day we answer the simple question, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'?  Sometimes he asks the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;'" question 15 times in a fifteen minute drive to Target...all the time receiving the SAME ANSWER!  Jeff and I have learned that it is easier to laugh at the question than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today...&lt;br /&gt;We are rushing home from Mrs. Debbie's because Ty didn't want to leave (all of his friends had returned from summer break and they where having a blast playing together and making a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ruckus&lt;/span&gt;).  We had to rush because Adams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Exterminating&lt;/span&gt; was to be at our house at 3:30-4:00 to spray for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of spiders that have invaded our humble home!  Spider webs drive me CRAZY, by the way.  So, after many pleas and moans my sweet husband called and made an appointment for them to spray INSIDE, not just outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I am talking with Ty and letting him know that the Exterminator will be at the house very shortly.  Of course Exterminator doesn't register with Ty...so I say...The BUG MAN will be at our house and we need to get home quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive and the BUG MAN is already spraying the perimeter of the house for our normal outside  pests.  Ty automatically says, BUG MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' Mommy?  I answer..."Spraying for Bugs".  We unload the car, enter the house, put away our things and all in a manner of minutes Ty has asked me 10 times, "BUG MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' Mommy?"  I reply..."Spraying for Bugs, Ty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BUG MAN then enters the house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;commences&lt;/span&gt; to spraying the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;interior&lt;/span&gt; of the house...Ty then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;commences&lt;/span&gt; to following him from room to room, all the time asking, BUG MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;'?  BUG MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;'?  BUG MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;'?  Now, mind you the inflection ranged from extremely curious to downright confused.  After many, many, many responses of "Spraying for spiders, so we don't have to clean up anymore spider webs.  Spraying for bugs so that bugs won't live in our house, they will stay outside...so on and so on..  He then would throw in a random, BUGS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' Mommy?  Mommy's reply = "Running for their lives, Ty". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely positive that the BUG MAN probably did not appreciate being called the BUG MAN...but he heard it at least 100 times in the 20 minutes  it took him to spray our house.  The BUG MAN fascination didn't leave with the BUG MAN...it lingered into the cooking of dinner and even into our bath time!  The replies changed...I'm sure the BUG MAN is eating Dinner too, Ty.  I am sure the BUG MAN is watching TV, Ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the things your children say and do! And oh...the lessons we learn when we teach children titles.  Yes, chalk that up to a lesson  learned by Mommy!   I will remember next time to just teach him the word EXTERMINATOR.  Maybe saying that 100 times will be a little too daunting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-553803256650772132?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/553803256650772132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=553803256650772132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/553803256650772132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/553803256650772132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/doin.html' title='Doin&apos; ????'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-939827723456000436</id><published>2008-08-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:03:37.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrappin' Up Summer</title><content type='html'>Well...Summer is OFFICIALLY OVER! All I can say is YUCK! I needed about another 2 months to feel like I had enough resting and playing with Ty. I went back to work full time on August 1st and there is no looking back. What little summer we had, was FABULOUS. We have enjoyed playing in the swimming pool, taking long naps, and doing TONS of cooking (one of Ty's and Mommy's favorite things to do, he is becoming a pro...cracking eggs and everything!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of Ty's favorite things to do right now...things that we want to remember FOREVER! First, he is really into singing. He will sing the entire way to Mrs. Debbie's and the entire way home. He sings on his way to church and while playing. Now we have added singing to the tub...nothing better than a few Tub Tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GKiH-ukI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oHu32gXwa0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232696963824007746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GKiH-ukI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oHu32gXwa0Q/s320/IMG_4592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He uses his locking beads as his microphone...which he's obsessed with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GKzaurVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Sc4kmviqldA/s1600-h/IMG_4596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232696968466050386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GKzaurVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Sc4kmviqldA/s320/IMG_4596.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..What song should I sing next? &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f27223d94fffd99" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f27223d94fffd99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C5D5B7ECFE506A8EAE09EEA6E55D9E24E61E9F.2F8813EB03E0A91BADC7217F06C4EAF6A2F719D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f27223d94fffd99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKIBHf23iskIkC82KBYQN4bRr8mM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f27223d94fffd99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C5D5B7ECFE506A8EAE09EEA6E55D9E24E61E9F.2F8813EB03E0A91BADC7217F06C4EAF6A2F719D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f27223d94fffd99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKIBHf23iskIkC82KBYQN4bRr8mM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the Tub Tunes Live and in Action! We purchased a book called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dooby&lt;/span&gt; Moo, about singing cows. That is why he and I are singing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doobies&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c8f78001fe2ad87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c8f78001fe2ad87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62B83BBC4DE95B9FDA35E110B15E7216E8E0ED19.8071926FF68DB7DC8BD3243BBF08ECB56F762258%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c8f78001fe2ad87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFKKT6DqXOuwwbIbERxqEnjm8G0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c8f78001fe2ad87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62B83BBC4DE95B9FDA35E110B15E7216E8E0ED19.8071926FF68DB7DC8BD3243BBF08ECB56F762258%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c8f78001fe2ad87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFKKT6DqXOuwwbIbERxqEnjm8G0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tub Tunes&lt;/span&gt;...in a true rocker fashion...he is in charge of when to start the solo and when to stop! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GLeiKReI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GOb2PupBuf8/s1600-h/IMG_4712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232696980039943650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GLeiKReI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GOb2PupBuf8/s320/IMG_4712.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our new favorite books! He loves to watch himself in the mirror! It makes him CRACK UP! Of course we follow suit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232696986266663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GL1uufCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/C2LTKf_UA9s/s320/IMG_4713.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;More Silly Faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4113d5100d16a34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4113d5100d16a34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51CBE19ED1CDB3867E33297F8B645736B34DEC7E.22FE95AA029E6EEBB4232A9FF48B4CF1A9383ABB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4113d5100d16a34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DclRTLEFIuF6prnAgffI4uuDsZmo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4113d5100d16a34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51CBE19ED1CDB3867E33297F8B645736B34DEC7E.22FE95AA029E6EEBB4232A9FF48B4CF1A9383ABB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4113d5100d16a34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DclRTLEFIuF6prnAgffI4uuDsZmo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makin&lt;/span&gt;' Muffins (his favorite) and some Quiche! We think he will be an engineer/chef who has an acute sense of weather and sings in his spare time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We have had a wonderful break together, and I am cherishing all those fun moments with Ty! I hate that I won't be able to remember them all, but know that the best ones will always replay themselves over and over in my mind, and if they don't I will have video and pictures to keep them alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are so looking forward to our new bundle, yet still wondering if we are crazy to have TWO children. We can't imagine being any happier, laughing any more or being any more tired...but I am sure that God will bless us with all those in due time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Be looking for the new bedding (which should be here Monday) and the update on decorating the new babies' room. I haven't gotten the GIRLIE bug yet, but know that it will come when I start decorating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-939827723456000436?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c8f78001fe2ad87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8f27223d94fffd99&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c4113d5100d16a34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/939827723456000436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=939827723456000436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/939827723456000436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/939827723456000436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/wrappin-up-summer.html' title='Wrappin&apos; Up Summer'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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/_fik8wIPZs-U/SJ5GKiH-ukI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oHu32gXwa0Q/s72-c/IMG_4592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-8820179208116793588</id><published>2008-07-24T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:17:13.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2 in Florida</title><content type='html'>Day #2 Was a Relaxing Day at the Pool...we woke to cloudy, stormy looking clouds and found that it was a double red flag at the beach. It seems that the Tropical Storm Dolly was sending more problems our way. There was a red tide coming in and the under current was so strong that they didn't even want people walking in the shallows of the beach. The waves were quiet enormous and scary. We watched them from our balcony and decided that we would head all the flag warnings and head to one of the condos two pools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool was great! It was one of the pools that went from shallow to deep...deep being 3 ft. 5 in. Ty loved it. He didn't need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life vest&lt;/span&gt;, could walk on his own, and was very much the independent "swimmer". He is very much in the "My do it phase". My put shirt on. My put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fip&lt;/span&gt; fops on. My cut sandwich. My do everything! So, he loved that he could do everything in this pool. There were sprinklers, games and much more to keep us entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 4 hours playing in the water we headed back to the condo for lunch and a nap. Ty didn't take much of a nap and decided that he had been missing some of his favorite toys and just wanted to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BOZ&lt;/span&gt; playing on the t.v. in the back ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226781186925136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlBy_1eCZI/AAAAAAAAANY/DcpC7ATkFvo/s320/Picture+414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole family playing in the pool! Pop is in the green shirt, Nonna is sitting on the side of the pool, Mommy is sitting in the water, Aunt De is standing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cousing&lt;/span&gt; Clayton is the tannest person in the picture! Which...Ty loves cousin Clayton! They are the yin and the yang, the dark and the light, pure opposites, and oh such a fun pair to watch play together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226781194678294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlBzct92VI/AAAAAAAAANg/gGVcicaaXYQ/s320/Picture+415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Ty with his favorite pool toy...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AAAAIGATOR&lt;/span&gt;! He was coming to CHOMP Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226781196331817202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlBzi4MmPI/AAAAAAAAANo/x4HN8BOJkUA/s320/Picture+417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was saying.."Duh...Nuh...Duh...Nuh..." just like the jaws movie! Too Funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226781203567929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlBz91a6CI/AAAAAAAAANw/Mar8lfnr5f0/s320/Picture+418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chomping Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226781210346866866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlB0XFpSLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rBIO6jEI6xc/s320/Picture+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AAAAIGATOR&lt;/span&gt; as a step to get a ride on Mommy's back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to Reggae J's in Panama Commons (a local strip of restaunts and shops, a lot like Southlake Square with a Florida flare) for a yummy seafood dinner and had ice cream at a local shop (to die for). The Panama Commons Shopping area was a blast. But the best thing about the&lt;br /&gt;commons was the Train Ride! Ty loves trains and there was this little train that rode around the shopping center filled with laughing children. We asked Ty if he wanted to ride and of course he couldn't say no! He was thrilled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226795414081080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlOvIHxjGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wprr94t-1gE/s320/Picture+425.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the shiny engine...TOO COOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226795418154422482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlOvXS70NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3cjbiXePMz8/s320/Picture+422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ty with Daddy and all the cousins...can you tell how excited he was?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226795422253936386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlOvmkVbwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GsyT7anLm3I/s320/Picture+423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The entire cousin clan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226795426564424626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlOv2oCQ7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zf6FJ5mWyp0/s320/Picture+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are we leaving yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226795430339309218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlOwEsCbqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ouOJrHJd-XA/s320/Picture+426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're Off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jeff said that he was giddy for the entire 10 minute ride.  He waved at every passer by and said "Hello Ladies" to a few groups of girls and women.  Clayton taught him to say "What's Up" and he parroted that saying quiet a few times on the ride as well!  Here are a few videos of the train ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af0ac6eee9a02bc6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf0ac6eee9a02bc6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D622C82527BEC34C5509253326438F292C795D6C9.6E7E322EF38E23CE82FACB2893E1582FFCAD8C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf0ac6eee9a02bc6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9Q_GJ9ciyoAFdDIUBvVr8p875p0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf0ac6eee9a02bc6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D622C82527BEC34C5509253326438F292C795D6C9.6E7E322EF38E23CE82FACB2893E1582FFCAD8C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf0ac6eee9a02bc6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9Q_GJ9ciyoAFdDIUBvVr8p875p0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Aboard!  They are off! Watch how madly Ty is waving at the crowd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7256a3bc0b8e96f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7256a3bc0b8e96f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE692ED36520DD7613640B2C607CA4C4A00A99D.5290DFF113A711FF034C60BF736C7E8E97C72899%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7256a3bc0b8e96f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djw7DVjfZs9zRmEc0xDEU_cUAG_Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7256a3bc0b8e96f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE692ED36520DD7613640B2C607CA4C4A00A99D.5290DFF113A711FF034C60BF736C7E8E97C72899%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7256a3bc0b8e96f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djw7DVjfZs9zRmEc0xDEU_cUAG_Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh!  It's over!  Ty said, "Gan, Gan" to let us know he wanted to go again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tune in for Day #3 and our Adventure back to Texas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-8820179208116793588?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7256a3bc0b8e96f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af0ac6eee9a02bc6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8820179208116793588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=8820179208116793588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/8820179208116793588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/8820179208116793588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2-in-florida.html' title='Day #2 in Florida'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIlBy_1eCZI/AAAAAAAAANY/DcpC7ATkFvo/s72-c/Picture+414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-3497142336843845357</id><published>2008-07-23T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:27:53.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1 at Panama City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well...WE MADE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is the run down of our trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sunday, July 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7:50 Left Home on our Adventure to Florida (or Fooda as Ty says)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9:30 Stop #1 at Canton for Restroom Breaks and Treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10:15 Ty finally crashes out! This is the latest he has every stayed awake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, July 21st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1:30 Stop #2 somewhere in Louisiana for Restroom Breaks ONLY! Ty woke up and was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;very interested to see where we were and find out what we were doing. He ate a quick snack and talked himself back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2:30 Ty finally crashes back out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4:30 Stop #3 somewhere still in Louisiana for COFFEE and Restroom Breaks. Ty wakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;again due to all the excitement. This time he is exhausted and just plain upset! He &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally calms down to a Praise Baby DVD and heads back off to Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5:45 Ty drifts back off to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7:00 Stop in Mobile Alabama to eat at Cracker Barrel! Ty had TWO pancakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8:30 Back on the ROAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9:30 Stop #4 we all needed GAS and something sweet to get us the rest of the distance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11:30&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Arrive in Panama City!&lt;/span&gt; THANK GOODNESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11:40 Tried to Check in...the rooms weren't ready! FOILED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11:45 Headed out for lunch...smelling fabulous and looking even more glamourous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1:00 Back to the Condos...SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1:30 Make it to our Condos, Unpack, Set-Up, Get Familiar and CRASH FOR A NAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4:00 Up from Naps! Aunt De and Mom head to the Grocery Store for Goodies while Ty and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad head to the pool. No pics sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7:00 Dinner...Fish Tacos...YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8:00 Play Time in the Condos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9:00 Bedtime for Mommy and Ty! Daddy and Aunt De headed to bed soon after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was our first true day at Florida, but it wasn't much to take pictures of or blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So....HERE IS OUR FIRST REAL DAY in FLORIDA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226299590077415554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIeLyXxVgII/AAAAAAAAAKI/xHSY4F5yuYs/s320/Picture+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sunscreened and ready to head to the BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226299595063121106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIeLyqWBVNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W9qExd_Y06w/s320/Picture+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's first look and feel of the OCEAN! Pop and Cayleigh join Ty and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226299596896155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIeLyxLDOHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OkZ0nQdwjGU/s320/Picture+344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's Got a GRIP! He wasn't too sure about those big waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226299603875863570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIeLzLLJHBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gGiF8P9Xmug/s320/Picture+349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He loved playing in the sand! Here he is starting on a sandcastle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226407964250973426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfuWlBzpPI/AAAAAAAAALY/x8aO1kvhrmc/s320/Picture+353.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just the Family on the Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226413733404332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfzmYzJ0DI/AAAAAAAAANI/y7RCtAvp6dE/s320/Picture+351.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I have sand somewhere...very uncomfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226413737102362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfzmmk1RwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PSlF9w4kvTs/s320/Picture+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chillin' with Mommy! I wouldn't go near the water without Mom or Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226406509574237442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIftB572LQI/AAAAAAAAALI/6ruWp-V5NOU/s320/Picture+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Gettin' Dirty with Cousin Cayleigh (or Cadee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226408833861346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfvJMlE5rI/AAAAAAAAALg/IUosJFBO4fI/s320/Picture+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Down for a THREE hour nap after all that beach time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our THREE hour nap and snuggle time...we got gussied up to head out on a PIRATE ADVENTURE! If you every go to Panama or Destin and have children this is the ONE thing you MUST do! We all climbed aboard a HUGE Pirate Ship called the Sea Dragon. There were men and women dressed as real pirates. The ship was TOTALLY made for KIDS! The crew was focused on giving the kiddos the best time of their life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They started with learning how to be a pirate...Pirate Speaking, Pirate Dancing, Pirate Eating, and Pirate Manners! It was hilarious! Ty got ARRGGGHHH really well. There was then a huge, soaking water gun fight with another ship! The other ship pulled up right beside our boat and the kiddos fought their hearts out. The crew even helped soak the others with buckets of water. I have never seen so much JOY and LAUGHTER at one time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next, the boys had to swab the deck and the girls went to get their face painted and their pirate hats on. They then switched jobs and the boys got painted up! Ty wasn't a fan of the pirate hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next job was for them to watch for dolphins. We saw quiet a few! Ty and I actually spotted three together about 3 yards from our ship. We were some of the only to see, because everyone else was pirate dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was then a huge SWORD FIGHT and all the kiddos got involved in defeating the CREW. It was quiet comical, and the crew were amazing. They had a great report with the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kiddos then headed below deck to hear an amazing story of buried treasure, pour over a treasure map and head back out to deck to direct the captain to the treasure. Once the treasure was found all the kiddos helped HEAVE-HO the treasure box out of the ocean (REALLY). It was a sight to hear all those children pulling on a huge robe calling out...HEAVE...HO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They then opened the treasure and divided up the loot. We ended the tour with a fun limbo game, conga line (tamborines for each child included), a pirate Birdie Dance, and then a free for all Pirate Dance! The crew then passed out PIRATE BEADS to all and gave PIRATE tatoos to all the children. Ty was fascinated with his manly tatoo and had to have his pajama sleeve rolled up so he could see it as he went to sleep talking about Pirates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ty was a little taken back by all the activity, but he enjoyed watching his cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a BLAST. Ty is still talking about it. We will definitely do that anytime we make it to Florida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226409342871336562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfvm0yg9nI/AAAAAAAAALo/bd94-WATsrY/s320/Picture+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Off on our PIRATE ADVENTURE....ARRGGGGHHHH! Posing with Daddy in front of the Sea Dragon Priate Ship! Ty was THRILLED, and has talked about this for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226409350118055554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfvnPyRHoI/AAAAAAAAALw/hVDJ0c-7xeo/s320/Picture+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Looking down from our seats! Too Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226409357194280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfvnqJXvfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X_V_Jt9edCw/s320/Picture+375.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Ty! Ty is saying "Piate Chip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410122515432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfwUNMJxJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EAQQTELFWvY/s320/Picture+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The whole family! Look at how HUGE that belly is! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410125762863298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfwUZSZoMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zd9teGf_-cc/s320/Picture+382.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ty getting PIRATE LESSONS! He wasn't so sure....he did get ARRGGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410131560138034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfwUu4lBTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FRdKGjNesVc/s320/Picture+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting' Ready for the Sword Fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410819391743794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfw8xQaZzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uCv2ExBtbxU/s320/Picture+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want my HAT back! I don't like this silly pirate hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410826150691858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfw9Kb3xBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Oj0WG_ue-pg/s320/Picture+390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On to Dolphin Spotting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226411672836397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIfxucleWRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7rd8UeeuG-s/s320/Picture+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Ty as the sun is setting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check back in for DAY #2 of our Florida Vacation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-3497142336843845357?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3497142336843845357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=3497142336843845357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/3497142336843845357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/3497142336843845357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-1-at-panama-city.html' title='Day #1 at Panama City'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SIeLyXxVgII/AAAAAAAAAKI/xHSY4F5yuYs/s72-c/Picture+341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-3379445085963440120</id><published>2008-07-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:02:28.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BACK!</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the blogging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sabbatical&lt;/span&gt;.  I ended the school year on a Friday and then the next Monday started SUMMER SCHOOL.  I know you are thinking, "What is she ridiculous, summer school too?"  But...honestly summer school is a really good gig!  I get to work half days, meet amazing teachers and administrators, and be inspired to be a better teacher and co-worker.  Plus..the money is great and we have to pay for Ty's babysitter all summer to hold his place, so it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer School was a lot of work and kept me busy, as did our two year old whirlwind.  He is constantly busy!  SO MUCH FUN...but so EXHAUSTING.  We have been playing every minute that we can..and I have been soaking up as much Mommy and Ty time as possible.  I just keep thinking, "In a few short months it will NEVER be Ty and I again."  I want to relish the last little moments of giving him the attention!  So, to say the least, blogging was the last thing on my mind as I passed out on the couch and drooled my way into dreamland every night at 9:30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now almost 6 months pregnant...which BLOWS my mind.  With Ty I remember every movement, every milestone, and every thought was focused on being pregnant.  Oh...I better put my seat belt on, I'M PREGNANT!  Oh...I better not drink caffeine, I'M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PREGNANT&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh...I better not eat THAT, I'M PREGNANT!  With this pregnancy I lay down at night and try to remember if I felt the baby move!  I haven't had time to think longingly about bringing a newborn home, about hours of laying with a cuddle bug, or all the STUFF that I need to re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; my house with.  I know that many of you already know but for those who don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE NEWS...We are having.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt; please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A sweet baby &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know..we are in shock!  What will I do with a girl?  I have gotten really good at finding cute boy clothes, learning to wrestle, teaching him to tinkle on a tree outside and the list continues.  Now I will have to learn how to add bows, ruffles, and all the things girls are made of!  I can't wait.  A little scared, but I can't wait!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting in Florida as I type enjoying the Sun, Sand and Seaweed!  Yes...the beautiful Panama City beaches have been covered with seaweed, and the water is a lovely shade of green due to all the algae.  The tropical storm Dolly isn't sitting well with the beach this week!  We have still enjoyed playing for the last two days and I will be posting all of our fun a little later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the beach!  Come back VERY soon for the VACATION UPDATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-3379445085963440120?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3379445085963440120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=3379445085963440120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/3379445085963440120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/3379445085963440120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re BACK!'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-1213758051732349455</id><published>2008-05-20T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:08:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some videos to make you smile...our little boy doing what he does best...being TY! God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14d74cb0555d30f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cc479dd3359252c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AA3EA9436654BD028479F0B5BA9764921E3CA20.BCAF08E7B5AC866905148C749F6E2370F958C21%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cc479dd3359252c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIFn8U_AGcWEgh23o6n1Z8TMI83w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Now some of our favorite pictures from the last couple of months!  Glimpses of our Joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's my boy...wash those sticks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657563219797410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONfSe3JaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mX09MLyaEyw/s320/IMG_4415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard at Work in his Jammies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657571809732018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONfye3JbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ual8hv5V_tQ/s320/IMG_4416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657576104699330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONgCe3JcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ArzVY0kxcoU/s320/IMG_4451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always in the kitchen with Mom...today was wash the dishes!  A little too much soap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657580399666642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONgSe3JdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mO39Z7nEVhs/s320/IMG_4459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657584694633954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONgie3JeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cEXhLJm3FaQ/s320/IMG_4448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-1213758051732349455?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14d74cb0555d30f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4cc479dd3359252c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5447579f087cab64&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1213758051732349455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=1213758051732349455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1213758051732349455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1213758051732349455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-ty.html' title='All Ty'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SDONfSe3JaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mX09MLyaEyw/s72-c/IMG_4415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-7681390644209119348</id><published>2008-05-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:11:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Being a Mom...WOW...how do you explain...I know, you say, what my mom always said, "Just wait until you have three children in five years and let me know how you feel," or "you will never understand until your a mom."  Boy was she right.  She was right from the moment I laid eyes on my amazing Ty Carter.  My first thought was...what happen to his nose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Preface Break:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bicornuate&lt;/span&gt; Uterus..I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;..but it is shaped like a heart! Yes, literally a heart.  Well, Ty was trap in one of the heart's lobes at the top with his feet pointed toward the point of the heart at the bottom (BREACH).  His sweet little face was mashed up against the lobe of the heart and it caused his nose to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smushed&lt;/span&gt; along with his ears and other things.  To say the least...he came out looking like a little boxer who had gone a couple of tough rounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flashback to Reflection:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with his smashed nose and crinkled ears I had the overwhelming sense to grab him and protect him from any and all that came around.  Of course he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; off as I was put back together and left in a room all to myself to ponder the blessed gift that had just been given me.  I giggled a little, I sighed a lot, I tried to wiggle my toes, and then I just wept.  I wasn't sure what to feel.  I realized the the Lord had just bestowed on me the ultimate gift of my life, another life to protect and guide. How was I so lucky...didn't God know that I was a total fowl up?  Didn't he know that I made bad choices, and silly mistakes hourly?  Didn't he know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I felt as if I couldn't be trusted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Knew all of it, but now I am realizing that he also knew:  My heart would swell with pride at a simple giggle, my eyes would brim with tears over the word Ma-Ma, that I would fall more in love with my husband watching him try to swaddle a 7 pound baby close to his chest when he had way to much arm to get him close, that I would be able to teach my students to a deeper degree because I could look at them as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; child and not just a student, and that I would yearn for a closer relationship with God to try and understand the sacrifice that he made for me. What an awe inspiring God, with whom I cannot thank enough for the gift of Motherhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Mother's Day Bloopers!&lt;br /&gt;#1 No...Mommy&lt;br /&gt;So on Mother's Day, Ty totally got the idea that it was Mommy's day.  He and Jeff got me breakfast on the bed (a little late for in...but who's counting we had church at 8 am), and Jeff kept reminding him that it was Mommy's day.  So in the car on the way to church here is the script:&lt;br /&gt;Ty:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cackers&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Peese&lt;/span&gt; (what manners)&lt;br /&gt;Dedra:  Shuffle (getting cracker cup...to deflect a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meltdown&lt;/span&gt;)... Jeff can you hand these to Ty.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:  Here you go Ty&lt;br /&gt;Ty:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;...Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:  Here you go Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Dedra:  Shuffle...Loosen Seatbelt...Turning...Here Ty.&lt;br /&gt;Ty:  Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Ty:  Juice...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Peese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedra: Shuffle (getting juice cup..once again no meltdown needed)..Jeff can you hand these to Ty.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:  Here Ty...&lt;br /&gt;Ty: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt;...Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the picture!  Daddy did all wrong and Mommy had to do everything.  At church Mommy had to draw, Mommy sing, Mommy hold, etc. etc.  I think we will work on the correct picture of Mother's Day next year.  Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Me, Me, Me&lt;br /&gt;So, later on Mother's Day we were playing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt;.  Ty was climbing on a little climber/slide that we have (which is now known as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rooket&lt;/span&gt; Sip).  Jeff and I were having a nice conversation when Ty stands at the top of his slide and yells...Mommy, Mommy!  We both stop and look to make sure he is okay and he then continues..Mommy, Top It (stop it).  I just look at Ty, and then using both pointer fingers he points to his chest and says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MEeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;".  Oh yeah he's got Mother's Day down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-7681390644209119348?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7681390644209119348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=7681390644209119348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/7681390644209119348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/7681390644209119348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-1353862986598623764</id><published>2008-04-22T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:58:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty Stories</title><content type='html'>So...Ty is the laughter of our house. He fuels us up on joy when our energy is running low. He revs us up with giggles when we have hit bottom with our patience, and he brings light into every place that has grown dark through a hard day at work in what can be a pretty ugly world. All in all he is truly a gift from God. We constantly sit and giggle about his comments and actions. And yes, I am one of "those" moms who talks constantly of the Ty funnies that happen daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pause, to apologize to those made to sit through the torturous stories when you had plenty of other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ty has found a passion for NUTS. Yep, I said NUTS, cashews, peanuts, almonds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt;, pistachio, pretty much anything in the nut family seasoned with a little salt. It all started in the grocery store. I was looking for some healthy snacks and wondered...hmmm...I wonder if Ty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;eat nuts? I picked up a small canister of mixed nuts and place it in the buggy. Ty said, "That?". I replied, "Nuts". He responded, "Ty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hunnry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nuts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I know, I know, I hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happening right now. So, of course I opened the canister and allowed him to fish a few nuts out to munch on. WOW...he loved them. I got my shopping done (not paying too much attention to Ty because he was silent, except for a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmm's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I looked down to realize he had eaten about a fourth of the canister, or more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 5 days Ty asked for NUTS morning, noon and night. The next time we were in the store I was walking down the "Nut Isle" and he starts yelling, yes yelling..."Mommy, NUTS, Ty NUTS...HUNNRY...NUTS Mommy." I know everyone was giggling around me. We discussed that we had nuts at home and didn't need anymore. For the rest of the trip he simple whimpered...Nuts Mommy, Nuts Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I pick him up from the babysitter I bring him a little snack and when it isn't nuts he is very disappointed. Funny, Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COASTERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty has been learning how to help me set the table. He loves it and feels so helpful when he is finished that he BEAMS. The napkins, cups, and silverware are usually in very close proximity to where they need to be which of course, makes me proud as a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I asked Ty if he wanted to help set the table and placed the dinnerware on the bench for him to reach. I went back into the kitchen to finish cooking and when I came out of the kitchen the table had been set with a little EXTRA. Ty had gone to the living room, found some coasters and given each of us a coaster for our cups...TOO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Jeff went into our pantry area, which is where we also keep Mocha, the resident dog's food. He said..."Babe, why does Mocha have a coaster next to her water bowl?" Yeah...there goes another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhhhwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! How cute is that. He gave everyone in the family a coaster. See what I mean...giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alter Ego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty has a little friend at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baby sitter's&lt;/span&gt; named, Blayne. Blayne and Ty are exactly a week apart in age, Ty being the younger of the two, but Blayne being the smaller of the two. Ty and Blayne have a "Love/Hate, Can't live with but Can't live without" kind of relationship. Ty is really quiet, laid back, not confrontational etc..(nothing like his mother)...and Blayne is the opposite. Even being the littlest of the five boys, Blayne is known as the "Bully". Some days Blayne is precious and he and Ty play all day long, other days "it's all BLAYNE'S FAULT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Ty has started having a little alter ego. Mrs. Debbie told me that at her house no matter who hurts Ty's feelings or who does something wrong it is always BLAYNE'S FAULT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;! So, Ty has been doing some "no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;no's&lt;/span&gt;" in our house. When I look at him and let him know it isn't acceptable he begins saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bayne&lt;/span&gt;...no, no! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bayne&lt;/span&gt;...top it!" Sometimes even before his makes a bad choice he starts saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Baaaynnne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!" and then he proceeds to make a wrong step. He looks at me befuddled when I get onto him, like..Mom it wasn't me, didn't you see Blayne do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughs because from a very early age I had an imaginary friend named Jessica. Jessica got me in all sorts of trouble, until my mom let me know that for everyone of Jessica's bad choices I was going to get a spanking for her, since my mom couldn't see her. Jessica moved away very quickly and a new more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;obedient&lt;/span&gt; friend moved into my imaginary realm. We'll see if Ty follows in those dramatic footsteps of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the Giggles, and I will leave you with a picture as a cherry on top of the sundae of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192269078166884770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SA6lN35h0aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FU0MZBOn8g0/s320/Picture+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He LOVES pudding...even with NUTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-1353862986598623764?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1353862986598623764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=1353862986598623764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1353862986598623764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1353862986598623764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/ty-stories.html' title='Ty Stories'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SA6lN35h0aI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FU0MZBOn8g0/s72-c/Picture+249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-6108922424207469962</id><published>2008-04-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:08:11.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adams TRIO is now a QUATRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, It's True! We are &lt;strong&gt;EXPECTING&lt;/strong&gt;! We are thrilled, ecsatic, nervous, unsure and scared all at the same time. It isn't to say that we didn't pray for this, and God so graciously granted us the desire of our heart, it is just...two kids...REALLY! Am I sure I can do this, and do it well? I just can't fathom. Things have gotten pretty routine with Ty, I might even say easy. We know his moods, his needs, his wants, and we can double team him when we need to. Now, the kids will be evening up the score. One to one! We will definitely be needing some good advice from all the multiple children mothers (and fathers) out there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of Lil' Bit...just a peanut right now, but the heartbeat is strong, which is amazing at 9 weeks old. How can you argue there is no GOD? We are just asking for our family and this baby to be covered in prayer right now. We want a safe, heathly, happy baby to enter our family and we fully understand that God is the only one in control. We want this baby to feel the love of Christ before it even enters the big world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is small..but you get the idea! The peanut shape is ADAMS QUATRO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190401066766610546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SAgCRTJusHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/efYwHEv_6AE/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-6108922424207469962?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6108922424207469962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=6108922424207469962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/6108922424207469962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/6108922424207469962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/adams-trio-is-now-quatro.html' title='The Adams TRIO is now a QUATRO'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/SAgCRTJusHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/efYwHEv_6AE/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-9216685773062959231</id><published>2008-04-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:41:30.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Installment #3</title><content type='html'>Ty's 2nd Birthday (a few weeks later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...Okay...I know that I am a terrible blogger. I don't update enough! I hope that with the summer approaching quickly I will have time for the important things, like blogging! Hehehe! Well, here it is the big 2nd birthday. Let me tell you this was a blast. The first birthday was so nostalgic and kinda weepy for the fact that our baby had turned into a 1 year old. This year we just celebrated the day and the life that has become so amazingly happy since Ty has entered the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday was on a Friday and he woke up saying..."Ty, Pardy...Ty, Pardy". We of course chimed in and said , "Yes its all about you baby!" We then sang Happy Birthday to Ty and he promptly said, "Mommy,Daddy...TOP - IT" (code for Stop it). He then decided that the song was the best when he sang it to himself. To say the least Ty understood that the day was his for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Tupperware full of cookies to take to Mrs. Debbie's and his friends at the babysitter. He knew they were something special and demanded that they make the road trip to Debbie's on his lap. He also demanded that he carry them to the front door, carefully of course, as he sloshed them from side to side and flip flopped them upside down. They still tasted good, so I am told. He had a great day, especially because I sent candles for him to blow out on top of his cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top candles and cookies off...Granna and G picked him up from Mrs. Debbie's and brought him home to a wonderful Water and Sand Play table. Ty...of course demanded that he help them put it together immediately. They played and played (and we are still sweeping up sandy footprints....can I hear and amen from the other mom's. Ummm..gotta love it). We played for the rest of the night and headed out to a Mom and Pop shop for some yummy Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the BIG DAY! Ty was having an Artist Party. He has found a passion for all things artistic...or should I just say MESSY. Which I love! So we decided to have an artist party. Can you believe my mom is crazy enough to invite Ty and 10 of his toddler friends to come to her house for an Artist party...yeah with PAINT and stuff. She must be a grandmother...only grandmothers are crazy in the head FABULOUS like that. So...I will let the pictures explain the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just praise God that my little angle...errrr....two year old son is healthy, happy, and a God Given Blessing. We pray over him constantly and see daily God answering our prayers and delivering only blessings that could come from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;user_id=53978241@N00&amp;set_id=72157604546030487/show&amp;tags=Ty'sSecondBirthday" frameBorder="0" width="500" height="500" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://www.admarket.se" title="Admarket.se"&gt;Admarket's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickrslidr.com" title="flickrSLiDR"&gt;flickrSLiDR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the Pictures for Information about what is going on! It is our first attempt at Slideshows from Flickr...Please let us know if there is a better/easier way. I almost pulled my hair out and Jeff's too trying to get this slideshow on the blog. I know...what a rookie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-9216685773062959231?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/9216685773062959231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=9216685773062959231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/9216685773062959231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/9216685773062959231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-installment-3.html' title='Update Installment #3'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-1604741157772405503</id><published>2008-04-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:56:41.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Overload...Installment #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Firehouse Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our next big excursion of the Spring Break vacation was to go and visit Jarrett, Jeff's cousin at the Flower Mound Fire Station. He is a firefighter and was wonderful and brave enough to invite us for a little look-see at the trucks and the station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the scale of things Ty loves first comes Tractors &amp;amp; Trains....second comes Animals....and third comes Firetrucks. We thought that we were being amazing parental units if we covered at least two of his three favorite things. Plus, lets be honest we live in DFW..we see tractors driving down the road everyday with the amount of construction happening up here, and we have a train about, oh, 5 blocks from our house! Maybe we will make a field trip to the number one favorite thing a little later (if it is still his favorite).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we followed the same process as the zoo. You know, talk about the firestation, play with firetrucks, read firetruck books, so on and so on. He of course was extremely excited. Yes, he really was...no joking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car he kept saying...Firrra...Tucks! Whoooooooooo! Firra...Tucks! Whoooooo! He definitely knew where he was going. Like I said, he was excited. Believe me know? Anyway, we get to the station and Jarrett meets us out front. Ty is excited to see Jarrett and then his big, round, blue peepers lay eyes on the Firra Tucks! He is amazed and terrified at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess he didn't understand that firetrucks weren't like the small, rideable firetruck he was given on his first birthday from Jarrett, which sings in a very frightening breathy female voice..."I see a Fire truck, A great big shiny Firetruck, Coming down the Lane.....the song continues but I won't put you through the torture that we have had to endure for more than a year now. Thanks, Jarrett. Its a keeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved the truck as long as we didn't get to close, or leave him unattended. He didn't want to touch it, get in the truck, drive the truck or anything else. He just wanted to look...from a distance. But...he warmed up! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486337381586210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-2vJ-1SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E0E9_Gsm0IU/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay...I'll get a little closer as long as someone is holding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486345971520818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-3PJ-1TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uCEL6EgRuts/s320/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would walk around,  but this was as close as he got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486350266488130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-3fJ-1UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2m66RekJBoQ/s320/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His FIRST touch on the Firetruck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486354561455442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-3vJ-1VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0okQ_i5c7NM/s320/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the firefighter could get me to stand alone on the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486358856422754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-3_J-1WI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/96ZAmXcBz7U/s320/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184487651641578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MADPJ-1XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YpUVcUUiuUI/s320/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh...Okay...I'll get in as long as Dad is with me, and by the way...Shut the door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184487655936546178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MADfJ-1YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-FHkqX6wYaU/s320/Picture+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm warmed up...I think I can drive by myself now.  Trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184487673116415378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MAEfJ-1ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CKv_FOaR7m4/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All Smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184487677411382690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MAEvJ-1aI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N0JIynBFdBE/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't touch anything!  What are you talking about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184487698886219186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MAF_J-1bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VBuUAPrGNpc/s320/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is super cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184489184944903618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MBcfJ-1cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ICHan7vNwDs/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Testing out the Ambulance now...still..bossing us to, "Shut the Door". He wanted the full experience!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184489193534838226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MBc_J-1dI/AAAAAAAAAII/Tk6kWJF_-zo/s320/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tuck, Tuck, Tuck was what he was yelling!  I guess he figured out all of this was pretty darn cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184489197829805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_MBdPJ-1eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sICK58UV1Uw/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at those HANDSOME boys!  Another favorite of Mom's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-1604741157772405503?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1604741157772405503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=1604741157772405503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1604741157772405503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/1604741157772405503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-overloadinstallment-2.html' title='Update Overload...Installment #2'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L-2vJ-1SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E0E9_Gsm0IU/s72-c/Picture+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-4992386285721028870</id><published>2008-04-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:21:51.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Overload...Installment #1</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Yeah...I know...I haven't been updating the blog. I haven't found many moments on the couch in the last month. It has been crazy with Spring Break, Easter, and Ty's Second Birthday...Yes...a Second birthday, let's all pause for a memorial moment of the calm little boy that we used to have. His business factor has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt; increased, ten fold!, but he is still amazingly wonderful and the joy of our life. We have never giggled so much or smiled so widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, onto update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;...The ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff took off the entire week of Spring Break. It was wonderful. We haven't had a week together as a family since Ty was born two years ago. We planned nothing but family fun time and off course some serious nap-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roonies&lt;/span&gt;! Our first large outing was the Ft. Worth Zoo. We are the terrible parents who haven't taken our child to the zoo and he is almost two. We just figured why endure the painful experience of a younger child who knows no animal sounds and could care less about seeing whatever creatures are rambling about behind a fence, when they would be perfectly happy taking a walk around the block seeing neighborhood dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we waited until Ty hit that "Crazy About Animals Stage"..so crazy that he says animal sounds in his sleep. Ty had gotten to the point that he could read our minds. We would see a picture of a lion and he automatically would look at us...pause...and then roar. He knew if he didn't we would simply ask, "Ty, What does a Lion say?". He found animals in every book, poster, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show etc. Hence...our amazing perception of...it is time to head out to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about the zoo a few days before we went to build his anticipation, really? Can you build anticipation of a two year old? Well....we did! We were all super excited to go and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the zoo with the other gazillion mothers, fathers, children, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;day cares&lt;/span&gt;, etc. who were relaxing on their spring break as well. We were a little cramped but we all loved the entire day. The weather was perfect and all things went, actually, better than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty loved the TRAIN the most. Yes, not the animals, the TRAIN. We rode it a couple of times just to fulfill his train fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184468294223975490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_LucfJ-1EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rtMrvnmYfbE/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting in Line to Buy Tickets....He isn't sure about ALL the PEOPLE...or maybe just Mom already shoving the camera in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184468302813910098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Luc_J-1FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fxf7Xrw5Nfo/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first live animal spotting (other than a dog or cat) a Gorilla! Ty was fascinated as was Nonna!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475539833804050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_L1CPJ-1RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7V2cQRiGMtY/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom's favorite picture..he loves his Daddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184468337173648498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lue_J-1HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A_8Kv8hRqcs/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ha, Ha...Mom caught your "not ready for a picture" faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184468345763583106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_LuffJ-1II/AAAAAAAAAFg/-0-evZxIRTc/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First train ride of the day. Ty..."Mom quit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' on me...don't you know I'm on a TRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471073067816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lw-PJ-1JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/y-XnCYP5gDk/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonna took Ty on the Carousel...He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited. He rode around a couple of times smiling an waving and then decided he needed to figure out how the thing worked, so he focused turned to looking above and below and telling Nonna all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471081657750690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lw-vJ-1KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QB5DhKh5N1k/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fabulous "Wave"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab7d664a7a978a8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab7d664a7a978a8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C66FD80A6399EDC6F35049D42404357281C9991.24828F02F9C0C46702198FA5B138990206142000%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab7d664a7a978a8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_o2htQ_kGcYYnMjCRQvBM5bC9A4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab7d664a7a978a8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C66FD80A6399EDC6F35049D42404357281C9991.24828F02F9C0C46702198FA5B138990206142000%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab7d664a7a978a8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_o2htQ_kGcYYnMjCRQvBM5bC9A4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471085952718002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lw-_J-1LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TEM4ErF8cds/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He LOVED the alligator. We thought it wasn't real...but it was. We were told it is about 70 years old and 14 feet long. He was a little cold and wasn't in the mood to move, but Ty thought he could wait him out, but we headed over to the otters after about...30 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471094542652610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lw_fJ-1MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9Cfll8KBxtM/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the Otters! Nonna got her workout! We let her do the bending, looking, watching! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HEHEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471098837619922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Lw_vJ-1NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/us5L6qMbjbQ/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;' the freedom from the stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184473143242052834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Ly2vJ-1OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fjLvSlS8_9w/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He next favorite thing, after the train, the E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Phants&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184473151831987442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Ly3PJ-1PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/toinB8zjTSo/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy caught the wild man who was enjoying his freedom a little too much, and was getting a little over excited from all the activities. It was a perfect place for about....2 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184473156126954754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_Ly3fJ-1QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/woW5ZXFlPSk/s320/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best thing to play with at the zoo...dirt and rocks. Is he a boy or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5011dac696a13860" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5011dac696a13860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEDBFBA3C4EB36A7495C3415B7EFA92DD49363D8.347FB5D97098B58C1F7F0302A3EFCE474E9BE862%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5011dac696a13860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzzLrRVD4e9F2NAn2fQY_67ZfjTQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5011dac696a13860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEDBFBA3C4EB36A7495C3415B7EFA92DD49363D8.347FB5D97098B58C1F7F0302A3EFCE474E9BE862%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5011dac696a13860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzzLrRVD4e9F2NAn2fQY_67ZfjTQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We loved the Zoo and it wore us all out! We left with a t-shirt and stuffed giraffe, which has made its way into Ty's bed to be a snuggle buddy. He talked about the zoo for days. We will be going back in the very near future! Hope you enjoyed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-4992386285721028870?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5011dac696a13860&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab7d664a7a978a8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4992386285721028870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=4992386285721028870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/4992386285721028870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/4992386285721028870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-overloadinstallment-1.html' title='Update Overload...Installment #1'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R_LucfJ-1EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rtMrvnmYfbE/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-4866358821390611330</id><published>2008-03-08T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:01:47.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow...Snow...Snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NfaC85l3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ouEwMC4LYqE/s1600-h/IMG_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175585297852372850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NfaC85l3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ouEwMC4LYqE/s320/IMG_4095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommies' Favorite Snow Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snowstorm hit DFW...no really it was a snowstorm, and in true fashion of Texans we all turned into indiots as we tried to work our way home. After three hours in the car traveling to pick up Ty from Mrs. Debbie's and get home, we finally had a chance to enjoy the SNOW. All the way home Ty kept saying, "Mommie...__NOW, __NOW". For some reason the "s" sound is one that is often missing from our words. Which can be very comical. Here are a few pictures of us enjoying the never-see-it-in-Texas snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcWi85lvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FkZDVh_hdmI/s1600-h/IMG_4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175581939187947250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcWi85lvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FkZDVh_hdmI/s320/IMG_4085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bundled Up...Mittens and All, without ONE complain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcXS85lwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0JcXQgaKRrM/s1600-h/IMG_4089.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175581952072849154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcXS85lwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0JcXQgaKRrM/s320/IMG_4089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Adams Men just Chillin in the __NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcYC85lxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eyc1ccsNYv0/s1600-h/IMG_4091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175581964957751058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcYC85lxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eyc1ccsNYv0/s320/IMG_4091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd7C85l0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3JG2AWwY6sg/s1600-h/IMG_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd7C85l0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3JG2AWwY6sg/s1600-h/IMG_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The makings of a GREAT Ty snowman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcYy85lyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZSZOS22ixxs/s1600-h/IMG_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175581977842652962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NcYy85lyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZSZOS22ixxs/s320/IMG_4092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching Mocha run through the snow, thinking of what he can boss her into doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd7i85l1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-EV68gkPLzw/s1600-h/IMG_4096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175583674354734930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd7i85l1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-EV68gkPLzw/s320/IMG_4096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE this SNOW business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd8C85l2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/rNmzjF7SWio/s1600-h/IMG_4094.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175583682944669538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9Nd8C85l2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/rNmzjF7SWio/s320/IMG_4094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success...Isn't he CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-4866358821390611330?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4866358821390611330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=4866358821390611330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/4866358821390611330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/4866358821390611330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowsnowsnow.html' title='Snow...Snow...Snow...'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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://bp2.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R9NfaC85l3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ouEwMC4LYqE/s72-c/IMG_4095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-8946406677680470985</id><published>2008-03-04T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:22:49.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Bossy a Ty Update</title><content type='html'>I am quickly learning about my personality, as it is mirrored in Ty's actions.  First, I learned that I talk &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; too much with my hands and I talk &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; loud.  I never thought that this was an unpleasant quality until I saw Ty acting...&lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE ME&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began by shaking his hand at Jeff, as he told him something of great importance.  Then he continued by pointing and shaking his finger, as well furrowing his brow and lowering his voice.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oooops&lt;/span&gt;...I thought, as I watched him do this.  I quickly began watching my every move and word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were hanging out having our Family Fun Time and winding down from a busy Monday...we learned Ty has expanded his horizons of who to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emulate&lt;/span&gt;.  He is now copying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reenacting&lt;/span&gt; his precious babysitter, Debbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He very sternly told me, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;...MAT".  Then proceeded to yell, "Daddy....MAT".  I climbed into his bed, and Jeff found a cozy spot on the floor as we pretended to get onto our mats.  He then pointed his chubby finger at us and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;, Daddy, MAT...Night...Night...Minute" and then shut the door.  Obviously, telling us to stay on our mats, go to sleep, and he would check on us in a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then opened the door slightly (because we were giggling) and placed his finger over his lips (sideways I might add) and said, "Ty...Honk (Hank, his good friend) MAT..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;).  Then we figured it out!  He must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reenacting&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; adventures from that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was bossing Mocha around, who has a never ending amount of "ignoring you" just for Ty.  He claps his hands, air snaps, and yells her name loudly.  Yet, he and Mocha find themselves in constant trouble.  As he is running after Mocha bossing her, I quickly unload the car and run thereafter.  I find both of them trampling through a gigantic mud puddle in our front yard flower beds.  Completely wet, muddy, cold, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;.  Only a boy would have that much fun in the mud with the dog who ignores him.  Mocha wasn't having such a great time. She was only trying to get away from Ty.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least he is very good at telling others what to do, and we will promptly start working on consideration (as much as you can with a two year old).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-8946406677680470985?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8946406677680470985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=8946406677680470985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/8946406677680470985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/8946406677680470985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr.html' title='Mr. Bossy a Ty Update'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-2436084834017655301</id><published>2008-02-29T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:01:02.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2...Seriously</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am on day #2 of BLOGGING.  What is truly strange, is that I found myself a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about the idea of sitting on my couch, laptop in hand, writing my thoughts or funny happenings for the day.  Okay, Okay, maybe just the idea of sitting on the couch was what was so thrilling to think about!  So, here I sit....FABULOUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I love to tell about BLOOPERS from the realm of Elementary Education.  It always makes me smile to re-read about my students, their quick humor and wit and sometimes just their funnies!  I have kept a journal from my beginning years of teaching and it has been extremely fun to remember my adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOOPER #1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been working on Poetry with my struggling readers to build fluency, expression and comprehension. The kids LOVE it!  I decided to have a Beat Nick style Poetry Cafe every Friday for the students to perform their favorite poem of the week.  We set up the room in "Cafe Style", I serve refreshments, the students and I wear all black, there is a stool, microphone and spotlight.  The kids then to a black beret on their heads and perform.  For some reason we started calling the Beret "Ooh La La".  As the students walk to the "stage" to perform everyone snaps and says "Ooh La La" or "Right On" or "Let's Hear It"...it really is pretty hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I am calling my third grade kiddos one by one to perform their poetry, I get to a fabulous little boy and say come get your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooh&lt;/span&gt; La La...he replies...I have had enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ooh&lt;/span&gt; La La today Mrs. A.  My mom made me brush my teeth twice, comb my hair and put gel in it, and change my shirt three times, would it be okay for me not to wear an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooh&lt;/span&gt; La La today, I think it would just be too much for me?  I couldn't help but giggle and agree that it would definitely be too much for him to do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-2436084834017655301?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2436084834017655301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=2436084834017655301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/2436084834017655301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/2436084834017655301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-2seriously.html' title='Day #2...Seriously'/><author><name>Adams Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479117527897355398</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502432011628055729.post-7842294027676564990</id><published>2008-02-28T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:42:23.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! We've Entered the Blog Arena....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R8dqTK7KUGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9d8j0_UqiDM/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172219574640857186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fik8wIPZs-U/R8dqTK7KUGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9d8j0_UqiDM/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whatcha Lookin' At...Huh...I know we've been dragging our feet on this bloggin' thing, but we finally got here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the Adams Trio page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Trio is Jeff (Husban, Daddy, Architect), Dedra (Wife, Mommy, Reading Specialist), and Ty (resident almost two year old..enough said). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is Ty at 23 months (amazing). He was playing in the backyard at Jeff's parents house, in Lubbock, even though the wind was blowing upwards of 50 miles an hour. Gotta Love Lubbock. He can't get enough of playing outside with G and Granna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502432011628055729-7842294027676564990?l=adamstrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7842294027676564990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502432011628055729&amp;postID=7842294027676564990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/7842294027676564990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502432011628055729/posts/default/7842294027676564990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamstrio.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-weve-entered-blog-arena.html' title='Yes! 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