tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50257589953673043342024-02-20T13:34:01.547-05:00Baird... CubedTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-69921341084847527672010-09-09T13:02:00.003-04:002010-09-09T13:20:11.329-04:00Easter WeekendA.D. had quite an Easter weekend this year. Nana came down from Virginia on Thursday night then we kicked off the festivities on Saturday by spending the day with our church group hosting an Easter egg hunt at Table Rock State Park. A ton of kids showed up and after watching a few of the older ones, A.D. jumped right in. Saturday night, Lee and Amanda drove up to spend some time with us before A.D.'s baptism on Easter Sunday. We had a few people over Sunday after church for a quick brunch. Overall, don't think A.D. will top that for quite some time, even if he is still probably too young to remember it all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIkW7uSrHlI/AAAAAAAAANo/-0m69TTaUnk/s1600/Baptism1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIkW7uSrHlI/AAAAAAAAANo/-0m69TTaUnk/s320/Baptism1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514964433986330194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIkW8CbHm9I/AAAAAAAAANw/UUyhlqk17OY/s1600/Baptism2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIkW8CbHm9I/AAAAAAAAANw/UUyhlqk17OY/s320/Baptism2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514964439390460882" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tim/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tim/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-15740145210356496072010-09-06T12:01:00.000-04:002010-09-06T12:01:00.325-04:00Tourists in D.C., continued- April 2010<div style="text-align: center;">More photos from the top of the Lincoln Memorial. I loved the view from there. Probably boring for most but one of my favorite places we visited.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAYJq99tI/AAAAAAAAANg/QRWekUdqSeU/s1600/DC8-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAYJq99tI/AAAAAAAAANg/QRWekUdqSeU/s320/DC8-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532258721330898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAXqbjPGI/AAAAAAAAANY/2jOEPVqDOmI/s1600/DC7-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAXqbjPGI/AAAAAAAAANY/2jOEPVqDOmI/s320/DC7-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532250335165538" border="0" /></a>From the bottom of the Lincoln Memorial<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAI9fbQ_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g2GHKnbEOsg/s1600/DC6-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAI9fbQ_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g2GHKnbEOsg/s320/DC6-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531997753656306" border="0" /></a>Near the Memorials<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAIPaGooI/AAAAAAAAANI/HeTMDmJteK0/s1600/DC5-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAIPaGooI/AAAAAAAAANI/HeTMDmJteK0/s320/DC5-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531985383301762" border="0" /></a>Waiting for the Natural History Museum to open our first day...it was sooo windy and chilly!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAH2htrmI/AAAAAAAAANA/IXV7jNEIlrw/s1600/DC3-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAH2htrmI/AAAAAAAAANA/IXV7jNEIlrw/s320/DC3-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531978704334434" border="0" /></a>I think this was by the Natural History Museum also, but it has been awhile.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAHe8gDjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/q4AOHAQ0JuY/s1600/DC2-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAHe8gDjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/q4AOHAQ0JuY/s320/DC2-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531972374236722" border="0" /></a>The Smithsonian Castle<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAGwqQITI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vO5LGQXCBfg/s1600/DC1-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIQAGwqQITI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vO5LGQXCBfg/s320/DC1-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531959949664562" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-26621672440639733972010-09-05T15:45:00.005-04:002010-09-05T16:42:27.024-04:00Tourists in D.C.- April 2010A.D. and I have been to Washington, D.C., many times visiting Tim's family, but we haven't gotten to play tourist very often. To say my education of D.C. was lacking was probably being extremely nice. I had never visited the White House, the Lincoln Memorial, or many of the Smithsonian Museums. So when my parents planned a trip with my grandmother during April, A.D. and I tagged along to see some of the sights. I think we visited almost every major attraction and probably could have stayed another week visiting others. The weather stayed fairly cool but the wind made us keep our coats on for much of the vacation. I had a blast, loved the Metro (during non-peak hours), and decided I could definitely stay (if I didn't have to work). I think between my parents and me we took about 1000 pictures so here are just a few:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Korean Memorial<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3CU_djVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9UBKY0WUOGU/s1600/IMG_0566-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3CU_djVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9UBKY0WUOGU/s320/IMG_0566-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521988198305106" border="0" /></a>Grandma and Papa from the Lincoln Memorial<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3CKXQp-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/edlj2AG6u34/s1600/IMG_0559-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3CKXQp-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/edlj2AG6u34/s320/IMG_0559-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521985345333218" border="0" /></a>Grandma and Great-Grandma, also from the Lincoln Memorial<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3B0eiR9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYXkY1efiKI/s1600/IMG_0557-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3B0eiR9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYXkY1efiKI/s320/IMG_0557-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521979470268370" border="0" /></a>Relaxing for a few minutes on a bench near the Memorials<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3BpVEKFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ATVXZLxbXk/s1600/IMG_0542-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3BpVEKFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ATVXZLxbXk/s320/IMG_0542-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521976477755474" border="0" /></a>The White House, note, A.D. is asleep :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3BD30GGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Pn89IK4l3nk/s1600/IMG_0514-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP3BD30GGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Pn89IK4l3nk/s320/IMG_0514-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521966422956130" border="0" /></a>Grandma and Papa in front of the White House<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2Dn_QdNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cFSAf-owr5I/s1600/IMG_0532-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2Dn_QdNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cFSAf-owr5I/s320/IMG_0532-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513520910965961938" border="0" /></a>From the steps of the Capital Building<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2DXoO20I/AAAAAAAAAL4/G5KDiFe5klE/s1600/IMG_0479-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2DXoO20I/AAAAAAAAAL4/G5KDiFe5klE/s320/IMG_0479-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513520906574420802" border="0" /></a>The Capital Building<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2C3rXV3I/AAAAAAAAALw/VHx3QKnjgf0/s1600/IMG_0474-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2C3rXV3I/AAAAAAAAALw/VHx3QKnjgf0/s320/IMG_0474-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513520897997625202" border="0" /></a>I don't think he was supposed to be playing with the art...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2Ck-r_aI/AAAAAAAAALo/KH__1JoKgKM/s1600/IMG_0468-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2Ck-r_aI/AAAAAAAAALo/KH__1JoKgKM/s320/IMG_0468-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513520892978396578" border="0" /></a>Air and Space Museum<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2CLMD-TI/AAAAAAAAALg/_IxQIHe6iNM/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/TIP2CLMD-TI/AAAAAAAAALg/_IxQIHe6iNM/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513520886055172402" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-64336150850555854272010-08-29T20:36:00.004-04:002010-09-05T16:26:49.838-04:00Gone Fishin'- March 2010As much as A.D. loves trains, Tim loves fishing. Tim is obsessed. Which is okay, most of the time :). Tim has been itching to take A.D fishing for the first time and an invite from family friends to fish a pond on their property was the perfect opportunity. Papa went along too but I opted to stay home since I was on-call and would have spent the entire time on the phone. I was actually hoping that if I stayed home then the on-call phone would be silent but, alas, no such luck. The boys seemed like they had a great time fishing and spending time with good friends.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Papa and his fish<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9zOubLeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AC4nY5Czirk/s1600/100_2046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9zOubLeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AC4nY5Czirk/s320/100_2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510996150609194466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ohhh, slimy<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9yoFD9QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PFX8FXkb0_o/s1600/100_2045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9yoFD9QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PFX8FXkb0_o/s320/100_2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510996140235158786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Papa trying to get A.D. to kiss the fish<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9x4S9pYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/e3X7tYTCfPQ/s1600/100_2044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THr9x4S9pYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/e3X7tYTCfPQ/s320/100_2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510996127408563586" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-18317780162074793422010-08-27T20:53:00.005-04:002010-09-05T16:25:31.245-04:00Giant Lightbright- March 2010On one of my days off, A.D. and I decided to visit our local Children's Museum. We had only been once before when A.D. was about 6 months younger so this trip was a definite eye-opener on how much bigger A.D. has gotten. One of his favorite activities was playing with the giant Lightbright.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhg9q2PITI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eK7EONZEQ-Y/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhg9q2PITI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eK7EONZEQ-Y/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510260756677861682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgnhLFH5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VBuIiX-jBw0/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgnhLFH5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VBuIiX-jBw0/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510260376123809682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And more lights....(This was part of the Blue Man Group exhibit)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgnCSwvhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/w5OlYx3wZ5g/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgnCSwvhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/w5OlYx3wZ5g/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510260367834529298" border="0" /></a><br />They also have a large wind tunnel to play in. Last time A.D. enjoyed watching others but this time he joined right in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgmtz6OQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bSlw7PnPC_I/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgmtz6OQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bSlw7PnPC_I/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510260362336418050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgmPJ4dDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TU_W-StG5bU/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhgmPJ4dDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TU_W-StG5bU/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510260354107077682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhjPst-mmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/at47XbgTc2o/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THhjPst-mmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/at47XbgTc2o/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510263265440995938" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-62274677116335557532010-08-26T21:49:00.001-04:002010-09-05T16:24:23.705-04:00Texas visit- March 2010Texas visit continued...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJEwPtKFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0kD3oHZDqgI/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJEwPtKFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0kD3oHZDqgI/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509530802665105490" border="0" /></a>A.D. was very eager to ride the carousel at the mall, however, not so happy when his time came to ride...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJEQYZeRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r9AadyYvUGM/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJEQYZeRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r9AadyYvUGM/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509530794111629586" border="0" /></a>But after a few tears, the smile returns, sort of...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJDhSjghI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZjVWxXeAdbA/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJDhSjghI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZjVWxXeAdbA/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509530781470654994" border="0" /></a>Mugging with Grandpa Jeff and Daddy in front of the train in the mall. How cool is Texas? We got to see Thomas then we found a train in the mall!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJDAY0UnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xr-bO5GeB5s/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXJDAY0UnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xr-bO5GeB5s/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509530772638552690" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-88118069048092748872010-08-25T21:32:00.004-04:002010-09-05T16:23:58.805-04:00Deja Vu- March 2010No these aren't lost photos from the train show but from our visit to Grapevine, TX. We made the trip in early March to see Grandpa Jeff and Uncle Austin. Grandpa Jeff was on the ball and happened to catch a flyer that advertised a Day Out with Thomas during the time we would be there. The day was a lot of fun and A.D. had a blast with all the Thomas paraphernalia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFtly43FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rp84Xdc3cxc/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFtly43FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rp84Xdc3cxc/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509527106188008530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFtIlKsSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_58zo5fb2Ck/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFtIlKsSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_58zo5fb2Ck/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509527098345828642" border="0" /></a>For all the concerned parents out there, yes we thoroughly sanitized, then washed, then re-santized his hands after meeting the petting zoo animals.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFsgZJnsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YsaxUIQ0GZg/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFsgZJnsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YsaxUIQ0GZg/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509527087558008514" border="0" /></a>"Mom, can I have one of these please?!"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFsGj3rKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fgTZZb0pu9c/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXFsGj3rKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fgTZZb0pu9c/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509527080623647906" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-45309152923859069182010-08-25T21:08:00.004-04:002010-09-05T16:22:50.678-04:00Train Show-February 2010Trains, Trains, Trains....A.D. loves any and all things to do with trains. We happened upon a poster for a train show when we were visiting a local train store a few months back. I penciled the date on the calender and sort of forgot about it. Luckily I glanced at the calender earlier this month and noticed the train show was up-coming. I think our perceptions of what would be at the train show were different than reality, but I still think A.D. had a wonderful time. There was a lot of photo opportunities, however, I always seemed to catch other children in the frame so here is the only good one with just A.D.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXCSoq9LSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cXdK3G2hklw/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXCSoq9LSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cXdK3G2hklw/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509523344568692002" border="0" /></a><br />And since I didn't catch a lot of good photos at the train show, this photo-op occurred a couple days later while sitting a train crossing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXCTFDzc1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1qfTO0HWHeM/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/THXCTFDzc1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1qfTO0HWHeM/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509523352189104978" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-29580469504845366002010-08-25T21:05:00.002-04:002010-08-25T21:08:31.059-04:00Been awhileSo it has been awhile...and since our last post in February we have had a lot of stuff to post about. I am going to try to post it all in chronological order so here goes...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-66014515960890436222010-02-15T20:51:00.005-05:002010-02-16T08:02:51.799-05:00Dear Nana,Thank you so much for sending me some of your snow. It was so much fun! I included for you some of my pictures from Saturday morning. Thanks again.<br />Love ya! A.D.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9ecHyQCI/AAAAAAAAAII/qKy5FIKbKa4/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9ecHyQCI/AAAAAAAAAII/qKy5FIKbKa4/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656724413333538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9eFDwlkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k0pxchoGSHg/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9eFDwlkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k0pxchoGSHg/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656718222431810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dySDeLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m-V06gtFCak/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dySDeLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m-V06gtFCak/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656713182116018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dQpttNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PVF8xnUsjpI/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dQpttNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PVF8xnUsjpI/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656704154547410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dAgmhXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Vr_bhO5Fuz4/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3n9dAgmhXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Vr_bhO5Fuz4/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656699821360498" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-63299334218242352072010-02-08T20:49:00.003-05:002010-02-08T21:14:04.408-05:00National AquariumOn Sunday after Lindsey's Wedding, Tim, A.D., and I headed up to Baltimore to visit the National Aquarium. A.D. has only been to one other aquarium in Charleston, SC, when he was 4 months old so we were looking forward to seeing his reactions. He did learn how to quickly make fishy faces and noises, but other than that...it seemed like any other day for him.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCSktOdsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UIcq4z-GVA0/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCSktOdsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UIcq4z-GVA0/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436058374582990530" border="0" /></a>Riding on Daddy's back....you have to check your stroller at the aquarium and they give you the handy backpacks.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCSL96NjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8vnBiceyeQM/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCSL96NjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8vnBiceyeQM/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436058367942080050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCRstBDGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MUGSiKjlwSU/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DCRstBDGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MUGSiKjlwSU/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436058359549725794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBnHnsmyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HMgfAMLAuuY/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBnHnsmyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HMgfAMLAuuY/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436057628040796962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBmijyR8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_tiVS2h5qK4/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBmijyR8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_tiVS2h5qK4/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436057618092279746" border="0" /></a>Probably A.D.'s favorite activity--drawing on the chalk board table!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBmCVxyBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IprF_NZa9BM/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBmCVxyBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IprF_NZa9BM/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436057609443592210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBltoCijI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fIKc_9PBY4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBltoCijI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fIKc_9PBY4Q/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436057603883043378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBld5YZwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gbkxvHpDRAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S3DBld5YZwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gbkxvHpDRAQ/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436057599660812034" border="0" /></a><br />Look at how big this bookstore is! Tim is lucky he didn't let me go in!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-20733206939915480442010-01-27T21:14:00.003-05:002010-01-27T21:31:28.391-05:00Lindsey's Wedding Weekend- Part 2<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1lEV-GlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B8yQCDi8q1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1lEV-GlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B8yQCDi8q1Q/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431611167778675282" border="0" /></a>Hanging out with Panda Bear and Blue's Clues prior to the ceremony<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1k5oVULI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4DcCjMWvnAc/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1k5oVULI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4DcCjMWvnAc/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431611164902903986" border="0" /></a>Hanging out with Daddy while Mom was off taking pictures...as you can tell, A.D. enjoyed all the wedding food!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1kR3SFCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TMhZMGK68Nw/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2D1kR3SFCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TMhZMGK68Nw/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431611154228188194" border="0" /></a>Having fun with the camera!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-70090749852532712672010-01-27T08:14:00.005-05:002010-01-27T08:38:50.337-05:00Lindsey's Wedding Weekend- Part 1This weekend we headed back to D.C. for Tim's sister Lindsey's Wedding. We flew again this trip and were able to fit everything we needed for the 5 day trip (including bridesmaid dress and suit) into our 2 carry-on and 2 personal bags. I was amazed and happy not to be paying the additional baggage fee, but quickly realized that it just meant doing more laundry.<br /><br />After arriving on Thursday, we went to spend the afternoon with Grandma Baird (Tim's Dad's Mom). A.D. was cranky since he is cutting a bunch of teeth and missed nap time that day, but we were able to get a few good pics!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2A-Csi_mhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pEpB7_8EZTs/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2A-Csi_mhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pEpB7_8EZTs/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431409366647413266" border="0" /></a><br />Lindsey's rehearsal dinner was on Friday night and we were able to snag a photo-op with the Bride-to-be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2BABkSnoAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JjZYGFRqZpI/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S2BABkSnoAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JjZYGFRqZpI/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431411546274635778" border="0" /></a>There were many more good family shots from this evening, but since I haven't asked to publish their pics on here we will have to save those for a later date. Even with all the teething, A.D. had a wonderful time with his family....tune in later for the rest of the weekend!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-52978132809100425202010-01-19T21:10:00.004-05:002010-01-19T21:21:00.978-05:00Where is A.D.?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S1Zm4T1zksI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E6acUKtjahI/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S1Zm4T1zksI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E6acUKtjahI/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428639518426370754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S1Zm4O_CBEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KK8cTcHxzUU/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/S1Zm4O_CBEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KK8cTcHxzUU/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428639517122888770" border="0" /></a><br />A.D. has lately been a lover of all things stuffed. So, every night at bedtime, his favorite animals from the day along with his blanket must be present in his crib. I took my nightly peek-in before bed a few days ago and was greeted with this delightful image. Where is Waldo...I mean A.D.?<br /><br />We do promise to post more soon...and up-date you all on everything from the past two months!---TiffUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-87303258812737163452009-11-16T20:32:00.004-05:002009-11-16T21:33:12.746-05:00How to Travel, the Baird... Cubed Way.<div align="justify">This past weekend we decided to take a trip up to DC for Aunt Lindsey's (my sister's) bridal shower. We knew that Tiff was going to go up for it, since she's in the wedding, but we weren't sure if all three of us were going to head north. At the last minute we found a good deal on some tickets, making it AD's first flight. Of course he was awesome as usual on the flight... mostly, I am sure, because Tiff and I are seasoned travelers.</div><br /><div align="justify">Since so many of you read this blog for all of my expert advice, here are the official Baird...Cubed Travel Tips...</div><br /><div align="justify">First of all, decide in advance whether you want to spend some extra dough to check your bags, or stuff as much as you can into smaller carry-on bags. We decided to carry all of our bags on. </div><br /><div align="justify">Pack wisely.</div><br /><div align="justify">Now think of a time in your head that you would consider to be an ungodly hour to try to catch a flight. Say 6:30 AM? Ok... book that one.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Next, plan on being at the airport with plenty of time to spare. If you have a kid, add 30 minutes on to that time. If you have a 15-month old, add another 30 to that.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">When you get to the airport, trudge to the ticket counter like zombies who haven't had their brain fix yet. By brains, I mean coffee.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Do the kiosk song and dance and get your tickets.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now, plan this next part very carefully. Grab all of your bags; in our case, each of our bags with the rolly wheels, backpack, diaper bag, nebulizer bag (for the asthma), cooler bag (for the antibiotics) stroller, and kid (optional). </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now, count how many hands you have. The kid's dont count. We had four, which is good because it sucks whenever you look down and realize you're missing a hand...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Find somewhere near the gate to feed the zombies and buy coffee. Make sure it is roughly the temperature of magma.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now check on your gate because it is most likely boarding without your knowledge. Ours was, without our knowledge... until we checked.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Grab your two rolly bags, backpack, diaper bag, nebulizer bag, cooler bag, stroller, kid (still optional), and two cups of coffee that you haven't been able to drink due to the fact they are the same temperature as the sun.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Realize you only have four hands. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Curse.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now this next part is also very important. Make sure you look as uncomfortable as possible. Making a face like you are both lost and in pain at the same time worked for me. One of the nice people at US Airways will hopefully see this, and offer to grab a bag or two.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">All kidding aside, one of the nice people at US Airways <em>DID</em> see my lost-pain face, got us to the elevator, and helped us on the tarmac to the plane. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">We did the planeside back check thing so we didn't have to jam the wheely bags into the overhead compartment. By his point they take the stroller away from you. So now you have a backpack, diaper bag, kid (no longer in stoller and by this point no longer optional), nebulizer bag, cooler bag, two cups of coffee that are 50 degrees cooler than before yet still hot enough to inflict 3rd degree burns on your tongue, and a ticket that you have to look up and down from at least fifty times to make sure that you don't pass your seat by.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Then finally... sit in your seat.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">AD traveled great, and we really expect nothing less. He took everything in stride. Apparently the reading light was pretty cool, and the little doohicky that holds up the tray was <em>really</em> cool. We had a nice but very short visit, and headed back down to South Carolina the following night.</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-63713762085880817892009-10-26T20:07:00.002-04:002009-10-26T20:28:23.139-04:00BubblesThe past week has been quite eventful around our house. Tim was scheduled to be out of town last week so I was going to be a single parent. I thought I was prepared as Tim has been out of town for a few nights in a row before. Sadly, I was mistaken. All went well for a few hours, then A.D.'s daycare called and he was running a low-grade fever. No problem. Pick up little man and monitor him overnight to see what was going on. I can handle this. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uhhhh</span>, no. A.D.'s fever spiked to 102.7 overnight so I figured that earned him a MD visit on Tuesday. This is the point where I should probably say that my diagnosis for A.D. was a sinus infection (he had had a virus a week before). Due to the amounts of flu going around, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MD's</span> office was swabbing all children with a temp over 102 to test for Influenza A or B. Lo and behold, he comes up positive for Influenza A. H1N1 is a strain of Influenza A but the test they currently have does not separate H1N1 from Influenza A. Long story short....A.D. most likely has H1N1 and I'm at home alone. I was happy Tim was out of town so he would miss the germs, but it is always nice to have backup when a child is crabby. And A.D. got very crabby. Luckily, the flu was relatively mild as advertised and A.D. recovered by Friday. I, on the other hand, earned myself a MD visit today due to a running a temp all day yesterday. A.D. is good at sharing already and I have now also tested positive for Influenza A. Tim was given a prescription for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tamiflu</span> also, in hope of him not getting sick. And for all of those who know us, we need all the help we can get to stay well. Now, if I can just figure out where to buy some protective bubbles so that we can make it through the cough/cold/flu season in one piece!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-23043249978482556842009-10-19T20:42:00.005-04:002009-10-19T21:06:33.788-04:00Children's MuseumThis past Saturday we took A.D. to the Greenville Children's Museum which opened late this summer so the crowds were pretty thick on a Saturday afternoon. A.D. did great though and had plenty of exhibits that he could enjoy.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0KJORLDLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4d2navxNADA/s1600-h/IMGP3082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394479082224946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0KJORLDLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4d2navxNADA/s320/IMGP3082.JPG" border="0" /></a> On the farm...the eggs went into the holes above A.D.'s head and dropped down to the collecting basket on the floor. He must have watched the older children do this because he walked over and did it the first time. He definitely shocked me!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxxfwEzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HQhLU_tl02o/s1600-h/IMGP3079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394478679364473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxxfwEzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HQhLU_tl02o/s320/IMGP3079.JPG" border="0" /></a> Don't let his smile fool you. He was like all the other children...he definitely didn't like the horse!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxWL3mDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qklow6h5tw8/s1600-h/IMGP3077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394478672033323058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxWL3mDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qklow6h5tw8/s320/IMGP3077.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves carrots!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxP3sCNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RKzGCcNwNKU/s1600-h/IMGP3075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394478670338066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JxP3sCNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RKzGCcNwNKU/s320/IMGP3075.JPG" border="0" /></a> The slides were the biggest hit. A.D. didn't want us to hold him going down. He is my little adventurer!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0Jwm3pdPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gBe-Z4wh5Gk/s1600-h/IMGP3071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394478659332044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0Jwm3pdPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gBe-Z4wh5Gk/s320/IMGP3071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Playing the piano!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JwEyxCII/AAAAAAAAAEo/eJAvxK6XRzc/s1600-h/IMGP3072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394478650184763522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0JwEyxCII/AAAAAAAAAEo/eJAvxK6XRzc/s320/IMGP3072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I1GXcDYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Go66uB6tsf4/s1600-h/IMGP3060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394477636994731394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I1GXcDYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Go66uB6tsf4/s320/IMGP3060.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves playing the instruments!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I0sgZ3iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZBttoUnTrss/s1600-h/IMGP3059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394477630053015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I0sgZ3iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZBttoUnTrss/s320/IMGP3059.JPG" border="0" /></a> The water exhibits were awesome, and he didn't even get wet!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I0K3_a3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W-u4T7xtEao/s1600-h/IMGP3052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394477621025139570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0I0K3_a3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W-u4T7xtEao/s320/IMGP3052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0IzlaP5kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/94l_1UHqjL0/s1600-h/IMGP3049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394477610968278594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0IzlaP5kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/94l_1UHqjL0/s320/IMGP3049.JPG" border="0" /></a> The wind tunnel made him giggle so much!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0IzHLqJxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a2Btty1QO_E/s1600-h/IMGP3046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394477602854020882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/St0IzHLqJxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a2Btty1QO_E/s320/IMGP3046.JPG" border="0" /></a> They had these tubes set up that you could put balls into and they would shoot out into various bins below. A.D. figured it out pretty quickly.<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-48508573085558118152009-10-13T20:51:00.005-04:002009-10-13T21:33:07.814-04:00LR Homecoming WeekendThis past weekend we headed back to Hickory, NC, for Lenoir-Rhyne University's Homecoming. Even though we had quite a wet start to the day, we had a great time catching up with all of our friends, many of whom are like our extended family. A.D. was able to experience his first "live" football game, but unfortunately, even A.D. couldn't help LR as they lost the game by 1 point. However, clapping is big around our house right now, so A.D. really enjoyed the band and cheering.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjL4dw7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uadwnTkL4OU/s1600-h/IMGP3000.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254815888797026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjL4dw7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uadwnTkL4OU/s320/IMGP3000.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy and A.D. watching the Bears</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjLVzbtPI/AAAAAAAAADI/K98GBaLockI/s1600-h/IMGP2990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254806584440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjLVzbtPI/AAAAAAAAADI/K98GBaLockI/s320/IMGP2990.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy feeding A.D. to the Bear<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjLND8O2I/AAAAAAAAADA/NS2TRPiZSuk/s1600-h/IMGP2989.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254804237761378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjLND8O2I/AAAAAAAAADA/NS2TRPiZSuk/s320/IMGP2989.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy and A.D.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjKjafPJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZAvvBvIivbY/s1600-h/IMGP2987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254793058040978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/StUjKjafPJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZAvvBvIivbY/s320/IMGP2987.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy and A.D.</div><br /><div align="left">We stayed overnight in Hickory on Saturday night and went on to Asheville on Sunday to see the Bonsai Exhibit at the NC Arboretum before heading home. Hopefully we'll add more pics to this post soon.<br /></div><div align="left"></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-9582319276479532652009-10-07T20:41:00.005-04:002009-10-07T21:23:30.316-04:00Lions and Tigers and Playgrounds, Oh My!<div align="center">Over the past few weeks AD has had the flu, pink-eye, and an ear infection. This combined with a few weeks of rainy days, we decided to visit the local zoo this past Saturday. Here are a few of our fun pics...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss041KcXb3I/AAAAAAAAACw/JRoZ0qjcssI/s1600-h/IMGP2982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026815019904882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss041KcXb3I/AAAAAAAAACw/JRoZ0qjcssI/s320/IMGP2982.JPG" border="0" /></a> It didn't take AD but one slide with Mommy before he decided it was much more fun to go by himself. Yes, we have a daredevil on our hands.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss040Y_kaII/AAAAAAAAACo/knOeyyXo4_g/s1600-h/IMGP2980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026801745782914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss040Y_kaII/AAAAAAAAACo/knOeyyXo4_g/s320/IMGP2980.JPG" border="0" /></a> The park connected to the zoo has done some major renovations since I was little. AD had a blast crawling thru it all.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss04z1hXL3I/AAAAAAAAACg/qg7SFkH6cyQ/s1600-h/IMGP2978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026792223846258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss04z1hXL3I/AAAAAAAAACg/qg7SFkH6cyQ/s320/IMGP2978.JPG" border="0" /></a> AD thought these were the best. He kept coming back to them, although he did have to share with ton of other children. Evidently we weren't the only parents with this idea. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss04zhO5yXI/AAAAAAAAACY/YY0erx-B7Ao/s1600-h/IMGP2939.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026786777713010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss04zhO5yXI/AAAAAAAAACY/YY0erx-B7Ao/s320/IMGP2939.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy was awesome showing AD all the reptiles. Mommy stayed a little farther back.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03T45DiUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EVDNKbUp-hY/s1600-h/Zoo-edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390025143861086530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03T45DiUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EVDNKbUp-hY/s320/Zoo-edited.jpg" border="0" /></a> The pigs aren't so bad though. </div><div><br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03S_gaTsI/AAAAAAAAACA/wdkGhYaVvtk/s1600-h/IMGP2967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390025128456900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03S_gaTsI/AAAAAAAAACA/wdkGhYaVvtk/s320/IMGP2967.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yes, we majorly cleaned his hands after this picture. The goat didn't seem at all phased by AD poking him. </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03SZA6GeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zM2n3KVC7JU/s1600-h/IMGP2950.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390025118124218850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03SZA6GeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zM2n3KVC7JU/s320/IMGP2950.JPG" border="0" /></a> The giraffes seem so much smaller than they did when I was little. AD seemed to like them though. He probably spent the most time here staring. </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03R3GcbjI/AAAAAAAAABw/s7Vok5zwJkU/s1600-h/IMGP2943.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390025109020634674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/Ss03R3GcbjI/AAAAAAAAABw/s7Vok5zwJkU/s320/IMGP2943.JPG" border="0" /></a> All in all, we had a great day and with our new membership, can go back as much as we would like.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-18944392694327932582009-09-23T20:34:00.004-04:002009-09-23T21:01:19.415-04:00Folly Beach 2009So we've gotten really bad about posting but since most of you know how crazy our lives' have been lately, I hope we are forgiven. With that said, here are a few pictures from our family beach trip at the beginning of September.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBhQLazWI/AAAAAAAAABo/dVLTWF3G6Nw/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829081497554274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBhQLazWI/AAAAAAAAABo/dVLTWF3G6Nw/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBg-LsvrI/AAAAAAAAABg/meAuXU1TMPc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829076666891954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBg-LsvrI/AAAAAAAAABg/meAuXU1TMPc/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBgHVRDTI/AAAAAAAAABY/EhtIy6TmQH8/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829061943070002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBgHVRDTI/AAAAAAAAABY/EhtIy6TmQH8/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBfq3VMnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DJmnn2obeAU/s1600-h/IMGP2906.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829054301319794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBfq3VMnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DJmnn2obeAU/s320/IMGP2906.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBfMAhmYI/AAAAAAAAABI/MM33RolRq9Q/s1600-h/IMGP2886.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829046018382210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SrrBfMAhmYI/AAAAAAAAABI/MM33RolRq9Q/s320/IMGP2886.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-52030107203384901482009-08-16T08:43:00.003-04:002009-08-16T09:14:48.266-04:00First Birthday!<div><br /><div><div><div><div>So we are a little late on posting these pictures, but during the past three weeks life has been ever exceedingly crazy. Hopefully there will be more posts coming soon, but for now... </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370545188226952418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SogCZPJzbOI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OgnB63jtAGY/s320/IMGP2694.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370545207334212466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SogCaWVVE3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hj6pyaGyXSA/s320/IMGP2736.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370545202139706738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SogCaC-3NXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NDkthr7J84Y/s320/IMGP2721.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370545194976051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SogCZoS6gbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Irxs4Alqppc/s320/IMGP2715.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370545217833893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COjdE8XE-_c/SogCa9cpfoI/AAAAAAAAABA/PcvlYvHws38/s320/IMGP2764.JPG" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-46498356841186629602009-07-31T21:55:00.003-04:002009-07-31T22:03:34.727-04:00Be Awesome... Buy us a Lightsaber...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dad-blogs.com/profile/fatherhood-friday.html" mce_href="/profile/fatherhood-friday.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.dad-blogs.com/images/stories/ff.gif" mce_src="/images/stories/ff.gif" alt="Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs" border="0" width="124" height="125" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Fatherhood Friday is a community of dads and moms sharing their stories, experiences, and humor on fatherhood. This community is part of </em><a href="http://www.dad-blogs.com/"><em>dad-blogs</em></a><em>. Stop by if you haven't checked it out...</em> </div><br />Believe it or not, the little man has a birthday coming up on the 4th of August. So far, it's the biggest birthday of his life. I guess. Maybe the one almost a year ago was a little bigger. Don't tell him that though.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Anyways, Tiff went shopping today and picked up a few little birthday presents for him, including a couple toy trucks, some new PJs, and a couple new sippy cups. He may have one more big present coming from us too.<br /><br />Since I know that all of you are itching to buy A.D. some stuff for his big day, I'm going to make it easy for and provide a short list of three gifts that I think he would like...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1. The piano from <span style="font-style: italic;">Big</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKY91u1c-2RzSq70fxknQXAET3lAg0Uo0iWU5OqPIeQfhR8i-YUApjoWOUes9dCwEY6arVjribrRQD6grSN-Ky5JxsQPsJMghyphenhyphenaPFK5ocPKm9hKeKAWYOl3E2jDmkrP5tw_W9EZ5Dkhv8/s1600-h/big-piano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKY91u1c-2RzSq70fxknQXAET3lAg0Uo0iWU5OqPIeQfhR8i-YUApjoWOUes9dCwEY6arVjribrRQD6grSN-Ky5JxsQPsJMghyphenhyphenaPFK5ocPKm9hKeKAWYOl3E2jDmkrP5tw_W9EZ5Dkhv8/s320/big-piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796193390231042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The</span> piano... not a cheap knockoff like the ones you see in while you are flipping through the SkyMall catalog as your captain assures you that you are scheduled to take off in the next 20 minutes... and you have to pee. I heard the piano that is in FAO Schwarz in New York is <span style="font-style: italic;">the </span>piano. So we'll take that one.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2. A Lightsaber<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgrWX51x68AOC9Ri_3DSaDmsW57gJa-nn7CtjlgRi-hty9_Fb3tKi5Pz514kijk5O1ErpB1nB5vceJdvqph_5eiYaZKpqRyg3eivh2hzRuOG2hZtvinQkjf_xs7G_jw1ifhC-ytVRNRg/s1600-h/yoda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgrWX51x68AOC9Ri_3DSaDmsW57gJa-nn7CtjlgRi-hty9_Fb3tKi5Pz514kijk5O1ErpB1nB5vceJdvqph_5eiYaZKpqRyg3eivh2hzRuOG2hZtvinQkjf_xs7G_jw1ifhC-ytVRNRg/s320/yoda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364797076277092226" border="0" /></a>Like the piano, he wants a real lightsaber. They are great for trimming hedges and taking care of pesky Sand People at the same time. Not good for punishing your pets, so I'm told... Stick with a rolled up newspaper for that. And please, only hand constructed lightsabers like Anakin and Luke made... preferably orange.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">3. A Cardboard Box<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5guOH5m0kfY97n3FvqJ62rGBYODj7cH0yd1Waglsm-vjgHn3QX47A6uCDJ4KESAyNXf3WOVqjBujqQr_tuF7R7wvN4lCNjlY8FFQ3Pi2vEtMr6DtmgTpEvOLNqL4ZtBpPob2kt-epxUA/s1600-h/box.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5guOH5m0kfY97n3FvqJ62rGBYODj7cH0yd1Waglsm-vjgHn3QX47A6uCDJ4KESAyNXf3WOVqjBujqQr_tuF7R7wvN4lCNjlY8FFQ3Pi2vEtMr6DtmgTpEvOLNqL4ZtBpPob2kt-epxUA/s320/box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802425722527442" border="0" /></a>A.D. loves cardboard boxes. Big ones, small ones, ones filled with 24 beers... any box will do. He likes putting stuff in them, standing in them, chewing on their sides, and hiding from the cat in them. He plans on keeping his light saber in his box. Boxes rule. Boxes full of beer rule even more.<br /><br />So there you have it. Get to buying. <br /><br />A.D. (and daddy) thank you.<br />___________________________________________________________________<br /><br />On a side note, Tiff and I just celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary. We headed up to Asheville last weekend (sans kid) and stopped by the Biltmore house and the North Carolina Arboretum.<br /><br />Keeping with tradition, here are a few <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13752192@N02/sets/72157602177826122/">longarms</a> of me and my beautiful bride.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapJPcPYZIDgh82xraqvHbrAQ3XwgAYMmzo97OfxCOzLOv1udZvIdVhMsDzF5lfgHFSSdMC_9Vb7cpvT2wb0dlYbTFE73LxEcF1kSN6-MLzp2JpDwINZsqgiARxNYDtDEIlgFXF25z1Fg/s1600-h/biltmore+longarm+reduced.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapJPcPYZIDgh82xraqvHbrAQ3XwgAYMmzo97OfxCOzLOv1udZvIdVhMsDzF5lfgHFSSdMC_9Vb7cpvT2wb0dlYbTFE73LxEcF1kSN6-MLzp2JpDwINZsqgiARxNYDtDEIlgFXF25z1Fg/s320/biltmore+longarm+reduced.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364803889555209250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6-4W3qHwkOjCHE7TcY-3t8fAa2gY_wQsDGHuz5h1hAbZjDM7E8DK3ZqW1O9YF9FK9lCHsed1VChhVz4uzIHWHIuHe1IIMz5AOBUbN2UdbmAuvJ9f4dVBWcb6Kn89w9cuVMoIlz1j3Mk/s1600-h/arboretum+longarm+reduced.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6-4W3qHwkOjCHE7TcY-3t8fAa2gY_wQsDGHuz5h1hAbZjDM7E8DK3ZqW1O9YF9FK9lCHsed1VChhVz4uzIHWHIuHe1IIMz5AOBUbN2UdbmAuvJ9f4dVBWcb6Kn89w9cuVMoIlz1j3Mk/s320/arboretum+longarm+reduced.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364804031596286386" border="0" /></a>Tiffany, thank you for four wonderful years. Hopefully many more longarms are to follow.<br /><br /></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-13399858213279817542009-07-23T19:32:00.008-04:002009-07-23T20:35:04.974-04:00The Password is...Kah!<div align="justify">The little man has started talking. Well, not <em>talking</em> talking. I mean, he's not exactly ready to order at the drive-through yet, but talking none the less. His first word is "kah." Yup, that's his word, and it's his favorite word in the word.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">What does it mean? It's what he says when Smokey, our (much beloved, mostly pain in the ass) cat walks in the room. A.D. hasn't put the <em>T</em> on the end to round out the word "cat," but he's pretty close. And he's been getting closer and closer to petting Smokey the Kah on occasion too. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Maybe he'll ...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I lost my train of thought because as I was typing, Tiffany was giving A.D. a bath. I heard her yelp for help, and seconds later I was fishing poop out of the bathtub with a cup. Awesome... where was I?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Sigh... I don't remember where I was going with that. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Anyways, as many of you have noticed, we've got new header art for the blog courtesy of Samantha, Tiffany's sister. Samantha is a recent graduate from Winthrop University, and is now a starving artist. She's also the one who painted A.D.'s <a href="http://bairdcubed.blogspot.com/2008/06/promised-pic.html">room</a> right before he was born. She's doing freelance work right now, so if you have a blog that needs some bling, give Sam a ring (hehe). You can contact her and check out some of her work at her website <a href="http://www.samillustrates.com/">http://www.samillustrates.com/</a>.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Lastly, Tiff and I are celebrating our fourth (<em>holy crap</em>!) anniversary this weekend. Our anniversary is really next weekend, but next weekend we are celebrating the little dude's first birthday (<em>holy crap again</em>!). Stay tuned for the "smash cake" photos.</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-11365887670836106432009-07-12T21:59:00.005-04:002009-07-13T08:19:56.976-04:00It's Been a Long Month...It doesn't seem like it's been a month since I updated the blog. In my defense, it's been crazy month around here. It started with my dad and brother stopping in for a few days on Father's Day weekend. I think this is the first time in at least twenty years that I spent Mother's Day and Father's Day with each of my parents on their respective days. It was a nice visit.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Also, I got the new Tiger Woods '10 for the Wii. It really is the most realistic golf game I have ever played. The other day I shot a 11 under Par at Oakmont... which is <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span> what I would shoot if I played it in real life!<br /><br />Lastly, the Tour de France started last weekend, which has us glued to the TV every night until about 11. I know most people could care less about a bunch of grown men riding bikes. But if you understand the race and the rules, it gets pretty exciting. If you are one of those people, you're not alone... Apparently ESPN doesn't understand it either.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSO9MEb1WJbbkKsaVS9yuk5gXn3DMUMMw04krp4CS4rfiWh9zAM5DRFjmxSsGwJewtwR4V1aPONmnsrHzgXfmRg_NTXDgoKHvy58eqxRLlYBYEsie0q2KK5VXE3qEt7IZsR01sn8zHpo/s1600-h/ESPN+TDF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSO9MEb1WJbbkKsaVS9yuk5gXn3DMUMMw04krp4CS4rfiWh9zAM5DRFjmxSsGwJewtwR4V1aPONmnsrHzgXfmRg_NTXDgoKHvy58eqxRLlYBYEsie0q2KK5VXE3qEt7IZsR01sn8zHpo/s320/ESPN+TDF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767240811618722" border="0" /></a><br />I know the main star of Baird...Cubed is A.D., so here's the obligatory photo of him to keep y'all satisfied.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMIfHyW0M5VZtHANKZdpIfFuq2aT3dgtvKonFsp3Pv6dFqlOD2jFs1RrDikZrilXHmSyMBRBjxdYhQVDZzevfjIfvdEUIhwWz6Idgbix9HFebdJaeNXohIR02cGGy-HhhbXRxUwR0d8I/s1600-h/Dirty+Face.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMIfHyW0M5VZtHANKZdpIfFuq2aT3dgtvKonFsp3Pv6dFqlOD2jFs1RrDikZrilXHmSyMBRBjxdYhQVDZzevfjIfvdEUIhwWz6Idgbix9HFebdJaeNXohIR02cGGy-HhhbXRxUwR0d8I/s320/Dirty+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766036845544194" border="0" /></a><br />We've got some big things on the horizon for B3, including some new B3 art, a rousing discussion on the effect of bubbles on an 11-month old, and the big birthday coming up in August. Stay tuned, and sorry about the hiatus.<br /></div><br />-- TimTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025758995367304334.post-86567544210278212142009-06-12T22:40:00.002-04:002009-06-12T23:05:21.435-04:00Using A Walker, Chuck Woolery, and Zombies...<p align="center"><a href="http://www.dad-blogs.com/profile/fatherhood-friday.html" target="_blank" mce_href="/profile/fatherhood-friday.html"><img height="125" alt="Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs" src="http://www.dad-blogs.com/images/stories/ff.gif" width="124" border="0" mce_src="/images/stories/ff.gif" /></a></p><div align="justify"><em>Fatherhood Friday is a community of dads and moms sharing their stories and experiences on fatherhood. This community is part of </em><a href="http://www.dad-blogs.com/"><em>dad-blogs</em></a><em>. Stop by if you haven't checked it out...<br /></em><br />A.D.'s starting to kinda walk, but only if he uses a walker. But not your regular little kid walker that they put their feet into, bash around the house, and scare the bejesus out of the cat... but a walker like Grandma used to push around. This one just happens to have some bells and whistles... </div><p align="justify">He really enjoys having the freedom of mobility, but I can tell he's getting a little frustrated in the fact he can't really walk yet. In fact, just this afternoon, after we were watching the Game Show Network (he has a man-crush on <a href="http://www.chuck-woolery.com/">Chuck Woolery</a>... I can't really blame him) I caught him trying to dial the Scooter Store to get him a Hover-Round. </p><p align="justify">Here's the little man cruising in the hallway upstairs.</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbo_WVFjuqXY_5Yy_AKNWn-zB4R6lpsFbFLm58HnhigZ3R3vQypVIjuTCMUmQ_eguV4EnlSR_Duq_ID44QLQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="justify">(I realize now that I asked "where are you going" twice. Poor editing on my part. Sorry.)</p><p align="justify">On a side note Tiff has to work tomorrow, so I think I'm going to take him shopping at Wal-Mart for a cultural experience. I'm starting to worry a little bit about his safety though. Not because anyone will take him, although he is pretty damn cute. I'm more worried that...</p><p align="justify">We will be strolling through electronics when I stop to point out to him how he is absolutely forbidden to one day listen to Miley Cyrus when I get distracted by the plasma TVs... I then think about plasma and remember that I need to donate blood soon... Speaking of blood we are low on Band-Aids... <em>where the hell are the Band-Aids?</em> Hmm... should I get the ones with Elmo or Larry the Cable Guy... Who am I kidding, thats a no-brainer! Speaking of brains, was that toothless hunched-back employee a zombie? Let's find the bike helmets, just in case they are a zombie. He won't be getting <em>my</em> brains, I might need them someday (or was that zombie a she?)... </p><p align="justify">Then all of a sudden I'm standing in the middle of the Wal-Mart, holding a pack of Elmo Band-Aids and a bike helmet, saying to myself "didn't I come in here with a kid?" </p><p align="justify">I think I'll put a GPS transmitter on his Hover-Round, that way I can track him down when I lose him.</p><p align="justify">-- Tim</p>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07033420176443987419noreply@blogger.com3