<?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-7712661107122372160</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:31.301-08:00</updated><category term='sisterhood'/><category term='Alexandra'/><category term='Lorelai'/><title type='text'>17 Cherry Tree Lane</title><subtitle type='html'>...practically perfect in every way...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-1517052407900071849</id><published>2010-10-19T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:28:42.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The olden days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esterday, I was talking with Lorelai about birthdays (she was keen on the topic with her birthday being today and all). We were going through everyone in the family and saying which year they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Donald she asked, &lt;em&gt;"Was Daddy born in the olden days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(ha! I snickered out loud) &lt;em&gt;"Why yes Lorelai, he was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I snickered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How old is Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's 33."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So 33 years ago was the olden days?"&lt;/em&gt; she confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yep....it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***For the record, Donald got a big laugh out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-1517052407900071849?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1517052407900071849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1517052407900071849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/olden-days.html' title='The olden days.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-9025531423337842206</id><published>2010-04-19T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:56:17.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny for your Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/S80leRJrLuI/AAAAAAAAEE0/90aI5HK8iOM/s1600/us-quarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462063125000564450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/S80leRJrLuI/AAAAAAAAEE0/90aI5HK8iOM/s320/us-quarter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; looked ponderous and so I said to her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A penny for your thoughts."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at me curiously and asked what I meant. I briefly explained, and then she went on to tell me what was on her mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, after we had dropped Alexandra off at school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You still need to give me my penny for my thoughts."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True. So I opened the little coin holder near the dashboard and dug out a penny for her. And then she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Next time, can it be a quarter for my thoughts?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-9025531423337842206?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/9025531423337842206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/9025531423337842206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-days-ago-lorelai-looked-ponderous.html' title='A Penny for your Thoughts.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/S80leRJrLuI/AAAAAAAAEE0/90aI5HK8iOM/s72-c/us-quarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5356843609319777132</id><published>2010-04-08T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:30:47.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorelai'/><title type='text'>The big surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday Lorelai gave me strict instructions &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to go into Alexandra's room. And if by chance there was something that I needed from Alexandra's room I was to ask her to go get it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was while Alexandra was at school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;I tried&lt;/em&gt; to be obedient, but I ended up &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; seeing the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had carefully laid Alexandra's soccer uniform out on her bedroom floor in anticipation of her practice this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from her shoes to her shin guards to her jersey was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted. I love these moments that make motherhood so rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-5356843609319777132?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5356843609319777132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5356843609319777132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-surprise.html' title='The big surprise.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-4279118514632860102</id><published>2010-04-07T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:23:59.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just practicing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecently I was giving Lorelai one of my &lt;strong&gt;motherly lectures&lt;/strong&gt; (she had done something naughty) when Alexandra chimed in and started lecturing her on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her with an '&lt;em&gt;excuse me&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I'm the mother'&lt;/em&gt; look (and I actually think I said that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra smirked and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm just practicing for motherhood. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; want to have children you know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-4279118514632860102?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4279118514632860102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4279118514632860102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-practicing.html' title='Just practicing.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-4140929979892036090</id><published>2010-03-09T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:16:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e were reading scriptures together as a family last night when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; suddenly realized that Alexandra had her own set and she didn't. I told her that that would be a great way to use all the money she had been saving up and I would be glad to take her to the church bookstore so that she could buy her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why would I do that when I am trying to save my money for Mario Kart????"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald and I cracked up. It's great to know that our child has priorities....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-4140929979892036090?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4140929979892036090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4140929979892036090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-4084921986478627122</id><published>2010-01-12T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:04:27.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra said....</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;On Saturday I am going to work really hard to come up with a cure for car-sickness&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If I become famous I am going to change my name to something that is musical-er&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Alexandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-4084921986478627122?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4084921986478627122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4084921986478627122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/alexandra-said.html' title='Alexandra said....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-126965459976749677</id><published>2010-01-09T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:55:28.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandra'/><title type='text'>The New Seuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mom, do I need to get permission from the government to take over for Dr. Seuss? Because I miss his books and I want there to be new ones. I will write them and be Mrs. Seuss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Alexandra 01.09.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-126965459976749677?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/126965459976749677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712661107122372160&amp;postID=126965459976749677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/126965459976749677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/126965459976749677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-seuss.html' title='The New Seuss'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-9132720114388776755</id><published>2009-09-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:41:31.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i901.photobucket.com/albums/ac217/lisasorenson27/002-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra sent this email to Donald tonight and he was kind enough to forward it back to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear daddy, I miss you. About a half an hour ago I was waching the Patty duke show with a napcin so I can fold it up so it is softfor my fingers so they will not huret to wiggel my tooth. Are you working to night? Because I want you to see how wiggely my tooth is.this time I am not joking. if you have work tomorrow call me. call, 1866litter1 HA! HA! I am joking call 7831324 I love you so much. Love alexandra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-9132720114388776755?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/9132720114388776755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/9132720114388776755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/email.html' title='Email'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-6312468687233476927</id><published>2009-06-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:35:37.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post brought to you by, the letter 'R'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sj_cZtAR-OI/AAAAAAAADwU/WhTLb1iZa1A/s1600-h/Sorenson+(112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350237216475052258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sj_cZtAR-OI/AAAAAAAADwU/WhTLb1iZa1A/s320/Sorenson+(112).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ver since Lorelai learned to talk we have adored her &lt;em&gt;'Boston Accent'.&lt;/em&gt; The inability to make a hard '&lt;em&gt;rrrr&lt;/em&gt;' sound made her manner of speech very endearing to us. We often asked her to say things like '&lt;em&gt;chowder&lt;/em&gt;' or '&lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt;' just to hear her special pronunciation; for example: '&lt;em&gt;chowdah&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday as we drove in the car Lorelai was talking about something (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't remember the conversation&lt;/span&gt;) but as she was speaking Donald said, "&lt;em&gt;Lorelai, say that again&lt;/em&gt;". And she did.....and sure enough, she was pronouncing a hard '&lt;em&gt;rrrr&lt;/em&gt;' sound. We decided to test it and asked her numerous words that had an '&lt;em&gt;rrrr&lt;/em&gt;' sound, and she could say every one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were excited that she can now speak properly, but a piece of will &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;miss that little Boston accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6312468687233476927?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6312468687233476927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6312468687233476927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-brought-to-you-by-letter-r.html' title='This post brought to you by, the letter &apos;R&apos;.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sj_cZtAR-OI/AAAAAAAADwU/WhTLb1iZa1A/s72-c/Sorenson+(112).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-7366720799556193032</id><published>2009-05-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:01:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra just finished her fer year of soccer. Her team, the &lt;em&gt;Gators&lt;/em&gt;, had an end of the season BBQ to celebrate. They were all &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited to receive their medals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShwR1Z8YKGI/AAAAAAAADqU/T4ex5gWySws/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162867349432418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShwR1Z8YKGI/AAAAAAAADqU/T4ex5gWySws/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShwRn3ftGgI/AAAAAAAADqM/Pos_s6u7vig/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162634764065282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShwRn3ftGgI/AAAAAAAADqM/Pos_s6u7vig/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-7366720799556193032?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7366720799556193032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7366720799556193032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-soccer-season.html' title='End of the Soccer Season'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShwR1Z8YKGI/AAAAAAAADqU/T4ex5gWySws/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-3725335179375538157</id><published>2009-05-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:24:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;onight was the finale of &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; 2009. I let Alexandra stay up 2 hours past her bedtime to watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338142822235653346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShTknTeoROI/AAAAAAAADlk/J3URAfCxQ7o/s320/American+Idol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She totally had me cracking up a few times:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When Kara DioGuardi stripped down to her bikini she said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I did&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need to see that&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When Rod Stewart came out to sing she asked:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He's really old. Is he last years winner&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-3725335179375538157?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3725335179375538157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3725335179375538157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/ShTknTeoROI/AAAAAAAADlk/J3URAfCxQ7o/s72-c/American+Idol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-1038890487145181752</id><published>2009-05-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:55:01.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish upon a star....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SgJbA5LDmuI/AAAAAAAADg0/3H93pEAWdB4/s1600-h/star.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332924979665410786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SgJbA5LDmuI/AAAAAAAADg0/3H93pEAWdB4/s400/star.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorelai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Mom, what happens if a child wishes on a star and another child wishes on the same star?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Both their wishes come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-1038890487145181752?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1038890487145181752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1038890487145181752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-upon-star.html' title='Wish upon a star....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SgJbA5LDmuI/AAAAAAAADg0/3H93pEAWdB4/s72-c/star.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-19235999658908317</id><published>2009-03-12T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:13:12.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message On The Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sbn5UfZWi4I/AAAAAAAADLc/GgXZwrlupRI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312551365880744834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sbn5UfZWi4I/AAAAAAAADLc/GgXZwrlupRI/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {&lt;em&gt;courtesy of Alexandra&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-19235999658908317?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/19235999658908317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/19235999658908317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-on-toilet.html' title='A Message On The Toilet'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sbn5UfZWi4I/AAAAAAAADLc/GgXZwrlupRI/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-1833285111881873367</id><published>2009-02-26T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:53:39.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Grandfather, Like Granddaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra brought me a piece of art the other day. It looked &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; familiar....like a painting that hangs on my family room wall. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; painting was done by my grandfather in 1965, and it served as Alexandra's inspiration as she drew. She even signed &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name to her art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sacqc6MzPmI/AAAAAAAADF4/Yi8zFDO29OA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307257362027069026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sacqc6MzPmI/AAAAAAAADF4/Yi8zFDO29OA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SacqXzgYqlI/AAAAAAAADFw/f35B4cIcROg/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307257274330819154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SacqXzgYqlI/AAAAAAAADFw/f35B4cIcROg/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SacqTX3H46I/AAAAAAAADFo/l-kw7N-Wa4A/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307257198190519202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SacqTX3H46I/AAAAAAAADFo/l-kw7N-Wa4A/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-1833285111881873367?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1833285111881873367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/1833285111881873367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-grandfather-like-granddaughter.html' title='Like Grandfather, Like Granddaughter'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/Sacqc6MzPmI/AAAAAAAADF4/Yi8zFDO29OA/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-6756798817522923780</id><published>2009-02-16T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:42:27.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SZnAoktklwI/AAAAAAAAC90/XfBd2oItbZo/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303481839487588098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SZnAoktklwI/AAAAAAAAC90/XfBd2oItbZo/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lorelai, can you please go clean the family room&lt;/em&gt;?" asked Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Can't you see I'm doing something &lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" replied Lorelai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lorelai, you shouldn't call your mother&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt;'" scolded Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt; is a proper word,&lt;/em&gt;" said Lorelai in a sweet {but sassy} way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we both burst out laughing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{and then she cleaned the family room}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6756798817522923780?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6756798817522923780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6756798817522923780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-lady.html' title='Hey, lady!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SZnAoktklwI/AAAAAAAAC90/XfBd2oItbZo/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-725878691228022973</id><published>2009-01-26T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:08:29.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SX6ksFBWbRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/zswH9SnaXsI/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851289003322642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SX6ksFBWbRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/zswH9SnaXsI/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;I want to be a teenager&lt;/em&gt;." ~Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-725878691228022973?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/725878691228022973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/725878691228022973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SX6ksFBWbRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/zswH9SnaXsI/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-3010189483714813400</id><published>2009-01-17T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:50:45.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra has discovered that she can send emails to Donald while he is at work. Here is one that he forwarded back to me so that I could read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi daddy. i. miss. you. gese. wat. i. em. on the. 104th. page. of. ramona the brave. give. me. a call. lats. of. love. Alexandra. good. by. daddy 1ts. a. gene. call. me. gust. too. let. you. no. call. 7831324. Love. Alexandra good. by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Daddy! I miss you. Guess what? I am on the 104th page of Ramona the Brave. Give me a call. Lots of love, Alexandra. Goodbye Daddy. Once again, call me. Just to let you know, call 783-1324.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-3010189483714813400?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3010189483714813400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3010189483714813400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/emails.html' title='Emails'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-7984549974566034928</id><published>2009-01-17T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:46:11.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SXIm_dSvI0I/AAAAAAAACw8/MeQvB5vbhXg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292335383750583106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SXIm_dSvI0I/AAAAAAAACw8/MeQvB5vbhXg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; couldn't help but notice that on Alexandra's homework she has started writing a 'J' in place of the 'X' in her name. I guess she is taking this Spanish thing very seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-7984549974566034928?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7984549974566034928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7984549974566034928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SXIm_dSvI0I/AAAAAAAACw8/MeQvB5vbhXg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-4450470035550785588</id><published>2009-01-10T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:30:00.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great-Grandma....the puppet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SWkuhXEdUKI/AAAAAAAACuc/grg5wZQLdNw/s1600-h/gtamblyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810387986632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SWkuhXEdUKI/AAAAAAAACuc/grg5wZQLdNw/s320/gtamblyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Is she a puppet?&lt;/em&gt;" the girls asked me as they flipped through an old family photo album. The picture they were referring to is of my very &lt;em&gt;short &lt;/em&gt;grandmother standing next to my very&lt;em&gt; tall&lt;/em&gt; brother. I quickly told them that it was in fact their great-grandmother (who passed away 4 1/2 years ago) and that she was &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-4450470035550785588?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4450470035550785588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/4450470035550785588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-grandmathe-puppet.html' title='Great-Grandma....the puppet???'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SWkuhXEdUKI/AAAAAAAACuc/grg5wZQLdNw/s72-c/gtamblyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-7085407418253283252</id><published>2008-12-27T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:06:20.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SVcXHgdmXeI/AAAAAAAACps/oOd-jH2hXR4/s1600-h/sun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284718105483173346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SVcXHgdmXeI/AAAAAAAACps/oOd-jH2hXR4/s320/sun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Alexandra, do you think that the next time the sun goes down we should try to touch it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandra:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't think we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, we might get burned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-7085407418253283252?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7085407418253283252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7085407418253283252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunbeam.html' title='Sunbeam'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SVcXHgdmXeI/AAAAAAAACps/oOd-jH2hXR4/s72-c/sun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-75515229775711593</id><published>2008-12-18T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:29:50.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SUs75iIVVAI/AAAAAAAACno/c3iE9qpitq0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281380847622378498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SUs75iIVVAI/AAAAAAAACno/c3iE9qpitq0/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday Alexandra ended up with a urinary tract infection; a direct result of the &lt;em&gt;unfortunate trauma&lt;/em&gt; that that region of her body recently went through. So of course she was crying and miserable. I told Alexandra that I would be taking her in to see Dr. Ahart the next day, to which &lt;em&gt;Lorelai&lt;/em&gt; replied (&lt;em&gt;in a very sarcastic voice&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Great, this means people are going to bring Sissy lots of presents again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Lorelai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went out and bought her a new ornament for the tree. A little something to perk her up. It is a gold plated Santa that says &lt;em&gt;2008&lt;/em&gt;. She loves it and has proudly placed it in a prominent place on our tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour or so after I put the children to bed Lorelai came out. She said she couldn't sleep. So she and I snuggled on the couch and enjoyed gazing at the magical glow of the tree. We talked about lots of things...from Christmas lists,  to how warm she gets when all her blankets are on. She had a lot on her mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as we snuggled there together I couldn't help but think that this must be the greatest part of my whole life. A mother of 3 young children. Perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-75515229775711593?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/75515229775711593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/75515229775711593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SUs75iIVVAI/AAAAAAAACno/c3iE9qpitq0/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-3121337531598170869</id><published>2008-12-11T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:20:35.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The song &lt;em&gt;"Santa Baby"&lt;/em&gt; was playing on the radio...to which Alexandra replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't really like this song, it's like she's trying to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Santa Claus"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-3121337531598170869?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3121337531598170869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/3121337531598170869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-497280571136724718</id><published>2008-12-07T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:26:26.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/STy7trqKAOI/AAAAAAAACkI/kmtFAGFUQ6Y/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277299256859427042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/STy7trqKAOI/AAAAAAAACkI/kmtFAGFUQ6Y/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y sweet Alexandra ended up in the hospital yesterday following a horrible swing set accident. Her surgery was close to an hour and her recovery will be lengthy. Seeing her in such discomfort is terrible. No child should have to go through this.&lt;em&gt; Oh, how I wish I could take her place!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is home and resting, though &lt;em&gt;rather uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;. I hope that her body will make a quick recovery and that she will be back to her energetic self again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Lorelai was equally &lt;em&gt;traumatized&lt;/em&gt; by the incident. She was with Alexandra when it all happened at was petrified at the sight of blood. Lorelai huddled in the music parlor screaming as if she were the one injured. She kept saying how scared she was for her sister and how she didn't want to see the blood. Later in the evening when Lorelai was visiting Alexandra at the hospital she got shaky at the sight of the IV going into her sisters hand. I think it's safe to say that she isn't destined to be a doctor :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had many visitors come to the house today with gifts, cards, and treats for Alexandra. The phone rang all day with friends and family calling to voice their concern. Alexandra was in an &lt;em&gt;emotional mood&lt;/em&gt; and was very touched by everyone's thoughtfulness. There were many times that she &lt;em&gt;teared up&lt;/em&gt; and said how &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; she was to have so many people care about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a dear little child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-497280571136724718?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/497280571136724718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/497280571136724718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/injured.html' title='Injured'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/STy7trqKAOI/AAAAAAAACkI/kmtFAGFUQ6Y/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5564079024057346230</id><published>2008-11-20T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:25:30.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SSXHDjwAc4I/AAAAAAAACh4/tbbjDVW_nsM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270837802857165698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SSXHDjwAc4I/AAAAAAAACh4/tbbjDVW_nsM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra was home from school yesterday. She felt miserable and I wanted to comfort her in any way I could. We read books, watched a movie, and I rotated blankets in and out of the dryer to keep her warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point she said to me (with her sick, croaky voice):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am so &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt; to have a mother that takes care of me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed..that's how I feel to be a mother and have little moments like those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-5564079024057346230?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5564079024057346230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5564079024057346230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SSXHDjwAc4I/AAAAAAAACh4/tbbjDVW_nsM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-6183413256773506864</id><published>2008-11-06T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:19:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to Think Things Through...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SRPqVbiu6rI/AAAAAAAACdA/gdUDwKZ1Lk4/s1600-h/santa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265810043217832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SRPqVbiu6rI/AAAAAAAACdA/gdUDwKZ1Lk4/s320/santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexandra today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are 3 things that are hard to believe. The first is Santa. Sometimes I think it's just a person that wraps up a whole bunch of presents. The next thing is the Easter Bunny. Sometimes I think a person just puts a bunch of stuff in a basket. And the other thing that is hard to believe is flying reindeer. I mean...I know it's all real...but it's hard to believe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6183413256773506864?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6183413256773506864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6183413256773506864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-to-think-things-through.html' title='Starting to Think Things Through...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SRPqVbiu6rI/AAAAAAAACdA/gdUDwKZ1Lk4/s72-c/santa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-2925263052766135912</id><published>2008-11-03T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:44:23.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Always Have Paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ9EfXEJtRI/AAAAAAAACbY/0zLKryzVTAc/s1600-h/paris.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264501794977461522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ9EfXEJtRI/AAAAAAAACbY/0zLKryzVTAc/s320/paris.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; few days ago my girls were watching the movie &lt;em&gt;Anastasia&lt;/em&gt; in the van as we were out and about running errands. I heard this sweet little exchange of words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alexandra, is that really what Paris looks like?"&lt;/em&gt; asked Lorelai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, it's way cooler than that"&lt;/em&gt;, replied Alexandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love that Lorelai looks up to her sister and assumes that Alexandra has he answers to all of lifes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; questions. There is such joy in seeing these girls experiencing childhood together. What blessings they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-2925263052766135912?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2925263052766135912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2925263052766135912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-days-ago-my-girls-were-watching.html' title='We&apos;ll Always Have Paris...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ9EfXEJtRI/AAAAAAAACbY/0zLKryzVTAc/s72-c/paris.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-782783370070281159</id><published>2008-10-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:29:19.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorelai's 4th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_q1XwXdI/AAAAAAAACbI/QDCuydm7EyY/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496494533172690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_q1XwXdI/AAAAAAAACbI/QDCuydm7EyY/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_qI4CaSI/AAAAAAAACbA/7NjaIsiYYvY/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496482588977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_qI4CaSI/AAAAAAAACbA/7NjaIsiYYvY/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_pAy3NbI/AAAAAAAACa4/1TEKAnwSnO0/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496463239919026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_pAy3NbI/AAAAAAAACa4/1TEKAnwSnO0/s320/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_KUN3qtI/AAAAAAAACao/UIm7__8fk4M/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495935877524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_KUN3qtI/AAAAAAAACao/UIm7__8fk4M/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_JX1HosI/AAAAAAAACag/sTZocJemGlw/s1600-h/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495919667585730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_JX1HosI/AAAAAAAACag/sTZocJemGlw/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_JCUY8qI/AAAAAAAACaY/wqn9iaes8Yg/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495913893163682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_JCUY8qI/AAAAAAAACaY/wqn9iaes8Yg/s320/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_I03pzsI/AAAAAAAACaQ/O5bO_CZ7KjM/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495910282972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_I03pzsI/AAAAAAAACaQ/O5bO_CZ7KjM/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ9CVXTAD7I/AAAAAAAACbQ/ZePHanNC9Tk/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264499424217796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ9CVXTAD7I/AAAAAAAACbQ/ZePHanNC9Tk/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official...she's a big kid! After celebrating on Saturday with a Halloween Party, her &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; birthday rolled around on Sunday. Unfortunately, she woke up in the middle of the night vomiting. Apparently there was a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much candy intake the day before. But the good news was that it wasn't the flu and she was feeling much better in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play it safe Donald stayed home with her while I went to church with Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we were home, Lorelai was anxious to dive into her pile of gifts. She received: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pound puppy with spots (dream come true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Curious George book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 new colors of Play Doh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new Tennis backpack that holds her racket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes for her WebKinz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Girl doll clothes for her Felicity doll (a tennis set - from Oma)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new WebKinz (from Grandma Sorenson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was on cloud 9! We went to Grandma and Grandpa's for dinner and we all enjoyed singing &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; and watching Lorelai blow out her candles. A wonderful day for our wonderful little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-782783370070281159?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/782783370070281159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/782783370070281159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/lorelais-4th-birthday.html' title='Lorelai&apos;s 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SQ8_q1XwXdI/AAAAAAAACbI/QDCuydm7EyY/s72-c/145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5967634574419192741</id><published>2008-10-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:50:09.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SPVnn7xGi5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/fDRqwYzUhBA/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257222075781122962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SPVnn7xGi5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/fDRqwYzUhBA/s320/math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra scored 99% on the district math assessment. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-5967634574419192741?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5967634574419192741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712661107122372160&amp;postID=5967634574419192741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5967634574419192741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5967634574419192741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/smart-girl.html' title='Smart Girl'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SPVnn7xGi5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/fDRqwYzUhBA/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-722316972445021156</id><published>2008-10-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:17:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SO2DemVzcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/A9xca3HAhL4/s1600-h/spot_schoolLunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255000901922549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SO2DemVzcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/A9xca3HAhL4/s320/spot_schoolLunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday our cupboards were bare. We were in desperate need of a trip to the grocery store and unfortunately, we ran out of bread. There was no way to make a sandwich for Alexandra's lunch, and we had nothing else to whip up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked her if she would buy her lunch instead. She quickly responded "&lt;em&gt;OK"&lt;/em&gt; and I carried on as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night she approached me with some concern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I am the worst at getting my lunch at school. I am terrible at it. Last time I got the salad everywhere. I am the worst&lt;/em&gt;," she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been only one other time when she had bought lunch. Apparently it didn't go exactly like she thought. Now she was nervous about it and told me that she really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to bring her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first instinct was to do whatever I could to ease her worries. I was ready to change out of my pajamas and go to the store for bread. I don't like to see my children uneasy. But then I thought through the situation. I realized that this would be a small confidence boosting opportunity. She needed to face this fear, she needed to buy her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I calmly told her that everything would be fine and that she would still be buying her lunch at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what.....she did great! A small moment, but one that helped build self confidence and independence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, and I made it to the grocery store today! Our kitchen is restocked and Alexandra will have her lunchbox in hand again tomorrow morning.&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/7712661107122372160-722316972445021156?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/722316972445021156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/722316972445021156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-lunch.html' title='School Lunch'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SO2DemVzcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/A9xca3HAhL4/s72-c/spot_schoolLunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5367464610219325800</id><published>2008-10-06T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:02:03.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra had a whimsical birthday. She woke up to find the house decorated in pink and green. There were streamers, balloons, table decorations and presents. We let her open several of her gifts in the morning. A new violin case (she plays the violin that I got on my 6th birthday), a violin polishing kit, and a new green shoulder rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we all got dressed and headed out to McDonald's for breakfast. Yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We returned home just in time for her guests to arrive for her 10:00 birthday party. There were 13 little girls that came. Add in our 2 for a total of 15! It was a festive party! They went on a treasure hunt to discover their goody bags, played 'drop the penny's in the cup', and tried to see who could pin the tail on the donkey. Then Alexandra opened her gifts and we enjoyed delicious birthday cake and ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the party, we went out as a family and ran a few errands. Then Alexandra and Lorelai had fun diving into the new pile of toys. Barbie's....markers....makeup....fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That evening we dined at IHOP with Grandma Sorenson and Uncle Shawn. We brought along the rest of Alexandra's gifts; a pound puppy, a new book, webkinz clothes, American Girl doll clothes from Oma, and two new Ramona books from Grandma Sorenson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A perfect day for a perfect 6 year old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SOpQHImHlzI/AAAAAAAAB1E/4sAwR0lah1M/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254099998777775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SOpQHImHlzI/AAAAAAAAB1E/4sAwR0lah1M/s320/484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SOpQHKEC-XI/AAAAAAAAB08/VggCtREiHZo/s1600-h/504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254099999171737970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SOpQHKEC-XI/AAAAAAAAB08/VggCtREiHZo/s320/504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SOpQGwrAC3I/AAAAAAAAB00/po5yQ67GVCQ/s1600-h/561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254099992355801970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNrZbwcSCAI/AAAAAAAABtc/SI1FR5_cjQE/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y darling baby turned one year old today! We celebrated by going to get portraits done in the morning. It was her 24th photo shoot of the year. Needless to say....we haven't missed a moment! After pictures, she had her therapy session. During therapy she was having some strange seizures, so I decided to call the neurologist. He sent us to the emergency room. Not the best way for a baby to spend her first birthday, but she's used to it. We are home now and gearing up for a night at Chuck E. Cheese. Her big sisters are excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6165754188655505918?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6165754188655505918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6165754188655505918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/elisabeth-is-one.html' title='Elisabeth is One!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNrZbwcSCAI/AAAAAAAABtc/SI1FR5_cjQE/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-2021348585680401295</id><published>2008-09-19T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:12:39.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Between Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNSDm60pPKI/AAAAAAAABsc/QtQBmMSdlVY/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964170441800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNSDm60pPKI/AAAAAAAABsc/QtQBmMSdlVY/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lisabeth had a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; strong seizure this afternoon. There were several times during it that Alexandra said she was scared for her sister. After it had gone on for 10 minutes or so we decided it was time to pull out the diastat. It is a single dose medication that her neurologist had given us for situations like these. It is the same thing she would have been given in the hospital, but it saved us a trip to the E.R. Within minutes, she calmed down and returned to her normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later Alexandra came up to me while I was getting ready for work. I was incredibly moved by what she told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If we weren't born yet, I would take her place so that she didn't have to be blind and have seizures. I am not joking Mom, I would take her place."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know you would," I replied with a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-2021348585680401295?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2021348585680401295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2021348585680401295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-between-sisters.html' title='The Love Between Sisters'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNSDm60pPKI/AAAAAAAABsc/QtQBmMSdlVY/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5318281667799959766</id><published>2008-09-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:39:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought diapers at Costco and Lorelai asked if she could have the box that they came in. She had FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO5Sczb_vI/AAAAAAAABsU/8CJHOjIjXv8/s1600-h/263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247741717437480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO5Sczb_vI/AAAAAAAABsU/8CJHOjIjXv8/s320/263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO5HAoqeDI/AAAAAAAABsM/q1yrCYfL-xM/s1600-h/261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247741520897538098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO5HAoqeDI/AAAAAAAABsM/q1yrCYfL-xM/s320/261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO47lmPKdI/AAAAAAAABsE/wmMpxPKHngo/s1600-h/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247741324661041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO47lmPKdI/AAAAAAAABsE/wmMpxPKHngo/s320/260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO4wRMGSKI/AAAAAAAABr8/Bvqzc7NCF6Y/s1600-h/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247741130204137634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO4wRMGSKI/AAAAAAAABr8/Bvqzc7NCF6Y/s320/262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-5318281667799959766?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5318281667799959766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5318281667799959766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-box.html' title='Fun With a Box'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNO5Sczb_vI/AAAAAAAABsU/8CJHOjIjXv8/s72-c/263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-207314510462742556</id><published>2008-09-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:40:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNB7B2RZo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/crgDZ4zydS8/s1600-h/back-to.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246828837565211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNB7B2RZo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/crgDZ4zydS8/s320/back-to.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight was an open house at Alexandra's school. We went as a family and she had so much fun playing 'tour guide'. She showed us everything from the music room, to the library, to the monkey bars outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that she has adjusted to kindergarten so well. She loves her school and feels very comfortable in her new environment. I am also happy that Donald and I followed our instincts and put her in the dual language program. She is really taking off with Spanish. What a gift in this day and age to be bilingual. I know that it will truly benefit he in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-207314510462742556?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/207314510462742556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/207314510462742556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-tour.html' title='School Tour'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SNB7B2RZo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/crgDZ4zydS8/s72-c/back-to.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-2778227107413645655</id><published>2008-09-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:35:46.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>Elisabeth's weight went up again. She was 20lb 15 oz. They continue to be amazed that she is gaining weight. Usually children on this diet can't keep the weight on. If she continues gaining too much, we'll have to decrease her calorie intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having trouble keeping her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ketone&lt;/span&gt; levels up. It seems to fluctuate a lot. Yesterday it dropped down to low. This has us all a bit puzzled. There has been no variation in her diet, no place for error, so why is she dropping out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ketosis?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....we'll figure it out....eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-2778227107413645655?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2778227107413645655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712661107122372160&amp;postID=2778227107413645655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2778227107413645655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2778227107413645655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekly-weigh-in_11.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-8717241058384963212</id><published>2008-09-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:28:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Homework Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMc-LmFcIjI/AAAAAAAABpM/tZg1fVLYGW0/s1600-h/LastScan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228660019077682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMc-LmFcIjI/AAAAAAAABpM/tZg1fVLYGW0/s320/LastScan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the stamp in the upper right corner? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says, "&lt;em&gt;Good Work&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're off to a great start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if she can keep it up till high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-8717241058384963212?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/8717241058384963212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/8717241058384963212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-homework-assignment.html' title='First Homework Assignment'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMc-LmFcIjI/AAAAAAAABpM/tZg1fVLYGW0/s72-c/LastScan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-8217221432314227639</id><published>2008-09-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:43:51.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony</title><content type='html'>Alexandra loves to bare her testimony at church on the first Sunday of every month. She has been doing it since she was 3 years old. Well, yesterday was the first day that she had the courage to do it all by herself. I still stood by her side, but the words were all hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Alexandra. Her confidence is strong for such a little girl and she sets a great example for her 2 younger sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-8217221432314227639?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/8217221432314227639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/8217221432314227639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/testimony.html' title='Testimony'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-7116502653208251513</id><published>2008-09-08T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:02:43.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Do Happen</title><content type='html'>Lorelai was taking an afternoon 'quiet time' (this means playing quietly in the play room) when she came to me about an hour ago and said, "actually Mama, I want to take a nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;????????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who was I to argue with the dear child. So napping she is. And happy am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-7116502653208251513?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7116502653208251513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/7116502653208251513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/miracles-do-happen.html' title='Miracles Do Happen'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-6418949601401639673</id><published>2008-09-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:13:47.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that Elisabeth is on the ketogenic diet, a dietitian comes out to the home every week to check up on her and get her weight. She lost weight at the beginning, and they feared she might continue to lose weight if they didn't increase her calorie intake. But guess what!?! Her weight was up 1/2 a pound! Way to go Elisabeth! Last week she weighed in at 20 lbs 3 oz and today she was 20 lbs 11oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, our insurance agreed to pay for 11 cans of formula a month! Woohooo! That should be enough for the entire 30 days. Previously they had only committed to covering 6 cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCxQePcoHI/AAAAAAAABmA/AeLOzpEXFPw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242384862813134962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCxQePcoHI/AAAAAAAABmA/AeLOzpEXFPw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lorelai and Elisabeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6418949601401639673?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6418949601401639673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6418949601401639673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekly-weigh-in.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCxQePcoHI/AAAAAAAABmA/AeLOzpEXFPw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-2052294873674610456</id><published>2008-09-04T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:13:55.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Child (sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;orelai has loved 'adjusting' to her new role as the big kid at home now that Alexandra is at school every day. There is a smile on her face from morning till night (or should I say afternoon...3:12 to be exact). She loves having Mommy to herself, the toys to herself, Elisabeth to herself, the TV to herself...you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Lorelai discovered the &lt;em&gt;Frances&lt;/em&gt; books. We read this one a couple times today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCuoX8vK3I/AAAAAAAABlw/JX-ulYXerBo/s1600-h/051386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242381974906022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCuoX8vK3I/AAAAAAAABlw/JX-ulYXerBo/s320/051386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also requests that we play &lt;em&gt;Memory&lt;/em&gt; over, and over, and over. Magically, she wins everytime..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCu1dkXQwI/AAAAAAAABl4/mzzEOgYbJdg/s1600-h/41z6pLvjwoL__SL500_AA250_.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242382199752704770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCu1dkXQwI/AAAAAAAABl4/mzzEOgYbJdg/s320/41z6pLvjwoL__SL500_AA250_.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/7712661107122372160-2052294873674610456?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2052294873674610456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2052294873674610456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-child-sort-of.html' title='Only Child (sort of)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SMCuoX8vK3I/AAAAAAAABlw/JX-ulYXerBo/s72-c/051386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-5747674746076134716</id><published>2008-08-31T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:32:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e had just finished the opening prayer at church today when Alexandra whispered to me, "When Elisabeth gets bigger she won't have to close her eyes when she prays, because she is blind and can't see anyways."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-5747674746076134716?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5747674746076134716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/5747674746076134716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-2778772895310121309</id><published>2008-08-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:29:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy-IeKM2mI/AAAAAAAABjY/gvj89kLIGls/s1600-h/lunchbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241273119096494690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy-IeKM2mI/AAAAAAAABjY/gvj89kLIGls/s320/lunchbox.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra just started kindergarten this past week and has already made a few friends. I ran into one of her new classmates, Mya, and her family at the mall tonight. I mentioned that Alexandra loved kindergarten and had been talking a lot about Mya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mya's mother told me that her daughter had been talking a lot about Alexandra too. Apparently, when they were just meeting each other, Alexandra said, "my name is Alexandra, but you can call me Alex." I found this interesting considering the fact that we have never called her that at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Mya's mother said, 'wait it gets better.' She told me that she asked Mya what she had said to Alexandra. And this was her reply:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My name is Mya, but you can call me Katie."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her mom quickly explained to her that a nick name was a shortened version of a full name....not something that we randomly pick out of the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were both cracking up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-2778772895310121309?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2778772895310121309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/2778772895310121309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-classmates.html' title='New Classmates'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy-IeKM2mI/AAAAAAAABjY/gvj89kLIGls/s72-c/lunchbox.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712661107122372160.post-6146970521901972285</id><published>2008-08-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:51:30.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy8mfolyYI/AAAAAAAABjQ/jWTqLEnzez0/s1600-h/violin+lessons+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241271435865213314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy8mfolyYI/AAAAAAAABjQ/jWTqLEnzez0/s320/violin+lessons+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lexandra has been taking violin lessons for 6 months now and has been playing a 3 octave G Major scale for several weeks. This is something that I never did until I was probably 12 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when we arrived for her lesson with Mr. Burroughs today he was just finishing up a lesson with one of the students there at the college. He asked Alexandra to get out her violin and play a 3 octave scale for this young man. She did...and she did it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he left Mr. Burroughs informed Alexandra that today was the very first day that the other student (a college age student) had ever attempted a 3 octave scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I am a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; proud Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712661107122372160-6146970521901972285?l=janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6146970521901972285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712661107122372160/posts/default/6146970521901972285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeandmichaelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/scales.html' title='Scales'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/TM8KQw1KhjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/R_tuSJePY0A/S220/complexity-button.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWG9uU3YZNE/SLy8mfolyYI/AAAAAAAABjQ/jWTqLEnzez0/s72-c/violin+lessons+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
