<?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-3626768177888964836</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:30:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Things I Own</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-536709913155064935</id><published>2011-04-18T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:02:44.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haleX1db5_c/Ta0WM3PnHBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/htDYhm438QI/s1600/P1020274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haleX1db5_c/Ta0WM3PnHBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/htDYhm438QI/s320/P1020274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597154322135063570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the Borders Books and Music that was closing near my house.  They didn't have any more books that were interesting to me, but they had these signs.  I bought them for $10.  I have no idea what I'll do with them, but I think something will come of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3626768177888964836-536709913155064935?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/536709913155064935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=536709913155064935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/536709913155064935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/536709913155064935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haleX1db5_c/Ta0WM3PnHBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/htDYhm438QI/s72-c/P1020274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1982100225590069719</id><published>2011-04-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:16:36.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lederhosen coin purse.</title><content type='html'>This little gem was found in my Grandma Hertha's house when we cleaned it out after she died.  My Grandma Hertha had a treasure trove of odd things in her house, and fortunately, I got to keep several little strange items.  I'll have one or two more to show.  This little coin purse was found full of 1964 quarters.  Most of them I still have, some I have given as a gift.  The 1964 quarters were the last ones that were mostly silver and they shine up really nicely with a polishing cloth.  I don't think they're really very valuable, though.  Anyway,  here's the lederhosen coin purse:  OK, so the video flips the words and you can't see them.  On the front it says, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Würzburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  then, on the back it says, "Be Happy When the Pants are Full".  When you open the fly flap it says, "Well, What did you expect?"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZvPCC-CzMc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZvPCC-CzMc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-1982100225590069719?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1982100225590069719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1982100225590069719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1982100225590069719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1982100225590069719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lederhosen-coin-purse.html' title='My Lederhosen coin purse.'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-2581198600372682576</id><published>2011-04-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:33:00.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marble Ramp Music Maker</title><content type='html'>I am going to have this lovely item be the first in the series of "Odd things that I Own".  I call it the Marble Ramp.  It has a great story to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorg and I were living in China in 1998.  We had become very good friends with one of my students, her name is Xiao Yuan.  (Say-more or less-  Shee-ow You-en), and she invited us to visit her and her family when we were traveling through southern China for Spring Festival (Chinese New Year).  She lives in Chong Ching, which is the capital city of Szechuan Province.  We were SO excited to visit her and see her home town, and it's a rare occasion to be able to go to someone's house and visit with them in a casual atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were going to be back packing around Yunnan Province after we visited with Xiao Yuan, and as you may know, backpacking for 4 weeks, can be a challenge to pack for.  Weight is a huge issue, as is the amount of clothing and the general size of your load.  The general rule is, if you don't want to carry it, don't bring it.  So- we packed as lightly and as efficiently as we could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our visit with Xiao Yuan and her family was fantastic!  Xiao Yuan's father is a well known Beijing Opera singer, and is quite famous in the area.  He was so happy to sing us some Beijing Opera tunes and is, in general, a lovely man.  Her mother was kind and pulled some secret strings so that we could stay in a cheaper hotel than we had originally planned on (which is a great story in itself, maybe another time).  We had some amazing food (hot pot with meat, blood pudding, pig ears, mushrooms and vegetables) and were so fortunate to be able to spend the beginning of the new year with this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the occasion of our last dinner together, Xiao Yuan's father wanted to give us a gift, and he pulled this magical object out of a bag.  It was fantastic!  It was made of plastic, with metallic  shiny parts.  In the front are clear plastic items, one is a series of 3 plastic harts stuck together, with holes in them that could be used as a pencil holder.  There's also a light at the bottom of one of the tubes that makes it glow red.  The other clear plastic bear with a red bow on its ear.  The little bear also functions as the "on" switch.  At the top of the ramps there is a butterfly with colored plastic "gems" that is perched on a spring thingy that makes it wave back and forth.  The crowning glory is a golden cupid, with his bow ready to shoot unsuspecting victims.  He spins with the music.  And the MUSIC is so amazing!  It's a beepy rendition of The Lambada.  Amazing...just amazing.  Have a look at the magic--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65_DPdf9Apo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65_DPdf9Apo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in LOVE with this little thing.  The only problem was--we now had to drag it around Yunnan province for the next 3 weeks!  I had to repack some of my things and shift around the load.  Then I had to find a cardboard box that was sturdy enough to withstand some shock.  This was fairly easy to do. I did treat my bag with great care for the duration of the trip and would pull out the music ramp frequently to check that it was still working.  Amazingly it survived.  And now, nearly 14 years later, I still cherish this strange little object.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3626768177888964836-2581198600372682576?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/2581198600372682576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=2581198600372682576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2581198600372682576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2581198600372682576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2011/04/marble-ramp-music-maker.html' title='The Marble Ramp Music Maker'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1978475270057563666</id><published>2010-03-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:51:51.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture up the ying-yang...</title><content type='html'>Today we took the kids to a dance class to learn a little Chinese dance.  In 40 minutes the teacher ran over the dance moves and then the kids performed the little dance for the parents.  It was so stinking cute, I couldn't believe it.  I had to be careful to actually watch the kids instead of getting caught up in the video taping process.  This was a "friends of FCC" event.  There were a bunch of us adoptive parents there.  I only talked to a few of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a phenomenon in China that I noticed many, many times.  Back in 1990, it was rather uncommon to see back back travelers in China.  I had been in China for about 7 months and was eager to talk to "Westerners" and couldn't wait to just talk with other people who were from the states or Europe or whatever.  When I would see another Westerner, I would try to make eye contact, a connection talk about something...ANYTHING!  If it was a teacher, even better, we could share "war stories".  So many times, though, the other Westerner would walk by and not even make eye contact.  It was as if they were upset that there was another Westerner in the city ruining their "Asian Experience". &lt;br /&gt;I had a similar feeling from some of the parents at the FCC event today.   The feeling of "I'm more Asian than you and I'm the one providing my child with the REAL Chinese experience".  Some guy was telling me about how he went and spent 4 days without his adoption group in Guilin and how he skipped going to Beijing.  Wow, dude...that was totally daring and different.  I wanted to say, "You know, brave dude, I've spent 2 years in China.  I've been to places you don't even know exist.  Don't brag to me about your Asian experience".  But I just smile and nod.  Their daughter probably knows how to say, "Ni Hao" and can say "Xie Xie" (pronounced shay-shay).  Their so very Chinese and culturally in touch.  OK, I'm not being very nice.  It's better than nothing.  In the end, everyone had a good time, the kids were adorable and I got some cute pictures.  Sometimes this journey takes me to strange places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-1978475270057563666?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1978475270057563666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1978475270057563666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1978475270057563666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1978475270057563666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2010/03/culture-up-ying-yang.html' title='Culture up the ying-yang...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-2279076019107355870</id><published>2010-03-03T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:25:16.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now they are 5...</title><content type='html'>Laina turned 5 in December.  Min turned 5 in January.  They are both so very pleased to be 5 years old.  They learned how to ride bikes last month.  Min learned how first, and Laina learned a week or so after.  They both are learning their alphabet letters and like to practice writing their names.  They go to Tiny Tots two times a week for 3 hours at a time.  They're really looking forward to going to Kindergarten.  Getting into the mind of a 5 year old is a challenge at times, but they're really interesting little kids that I get the amazing chance to parent.  Oh yeah, and they're the cutest things ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S48vBA6l7YI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mZfYT1Q3Lw/s1600-h/20100221_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S48vBA6l7YI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mZfYT1Q3Lw/s320/20100221_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444622168986348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S48vCTnhaUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1gBXxt6msQM/s1600-h/20100221_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S48vCTnhaUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1gBXxt6msQM/s320/20100221_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444622191186504002" 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/3626768177888964836-2279076019107355870?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/2279076019107355870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=2279076019107355870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2279076019107355870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2279076019107355870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-now-they-are-5.html' title='And now they are 5...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S48vBA6l7YI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mZfYT1Q3Lw/s72-c/20100221_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-6639908393128680670</id><published>2010-03-01T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:14:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so it's been a while since I've blogged, and I miss having  something to go back and look at.  Let's catch up---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer:   bought a house in California.  It's a rather ugly house, but we're  working on it.  Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;Here's the living room before we started  working on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ycJ3gotXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aOBCkCzrgzo/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ycJ3gotXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aOBCkCzrgzo/s320/P1000333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443897742917678450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is now that we had the fireplace re-faced, the fireplace surround re-faced, and the floor put in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya4I4ciVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/krIE9_L3tAE/s1600-h/20091203_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya4I4ciVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/krIE9_L3tAE/s320/20091203_24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896338831673682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the awesome kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya5HR5N2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/rhba67S1AJQ/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya5HR5N2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/rhba67S1AJQ/s320/P1000321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896355581409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have to live with it for a little while.  In the mean time, I've re-grouted all the counter tops because the counter tops were disgusting.  The grout was all rotted out and there was slimy gross junk deep in the cracks.  So at least the kitchen is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the glorious powder room with a fantastic plastic gold tone mirror.  Fan-frickin'-tabulous.  Honestly, people paid good money for this look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya7C0thVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/e839_xFqhXY/s1600-h/P1000339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya7C0thVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/e839_xFqhXY/s320/P1000339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896388745004370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the powder room after I got done with it.  I still haven't added in the cabinet knobs or the mirror or the towel holder.  I'm using the cabinets for linen storage, since there isn't a linen closet in the house.  The room also houses the laundry/dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya4kV7h_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/4PKoqYkHla8/s1600-h/20091203_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya4kV7h_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/4PKoqYkHla8/s320/20091203_23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896346203097074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the dining room.  Note the fantastic wallpaper on the ceiling and walls.  There's are special accents such as the gold tone crown molding and the candle looking chandelier with grapes all around.  Yes, it's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya6lueoII/AAAAAAAAAzU/h7XMP2ngIGI/s1600-h/P1000329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ya6lueoII/AAAAAAAAAzU/h7XMP2ngIGI/s320/P1000329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896380934234242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we couldn't stand to have such a lovely room in our house, we stripped the wall paper and painted, put strand woven bamboo flooring down (that dark blue carpet was just too fancy for our taste...) and we're still picking out the perfect lighting fixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the house is one thing that's been occupying the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again tomorrow--I have so much to blog about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-6639908393128680670?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/6639908393128680670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=6639908393128680670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/6639908393128680670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/6639908393128680670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-so-its-been-while-since-ive.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/S4ycJ3gotXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aOBCkCzrgzo/s72-c/P1000333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-909695055989926998</id><published>2009-06-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:21.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bloggy Momma</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I haven't updated in a while...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been a bit busy.  We're moving.  Not far from here, but to a "new " house.  We bought a house in the hills and moving day is 2 days away right now.  Our house is a "cosmetic fixer" which means it looks a all sorts of bad inside.  The yard is huge and the house is big and we're all happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post, we've been to San Diego, Universal Studios, here and there and have had bunches of stuff going on.  So--how about a picture or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls at Universal Studios meeting a doggy friend at the "Animal Actors" show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL79AvTjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-JAHwZiVLKs/s1600-h/P1000296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL79AvTjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-JAHwZiVLKs/s320/P1000296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348741369562091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Min with Laina in the background at the beach in San Diego.  It's funny to think that just a year ago, Min HATED the beach with a fierce passion.  Now, she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL8DaItII/AAAAAAAAAyA/Hs-I-vcLVvE/s1600-h/P1000302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL8DaItII/AAAAAAAAAyA/Hs-I-vcLVvE/s320/P1000302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348741371279225986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laina went to Lego Land with Daddy.  I stayed at home with Min.  Here's Laina on a ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL8ucXCsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3kskv_NzkW0/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL8ucXCsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3kskv_NzkW0/s320/P1000307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348741382831278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time:  our new house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-909695055989926998?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/909695055989926998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=909695055989926998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/909695055989926998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/909695055989926998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-bloggy-momma.html' title='Bad Bloggy Momma'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SjqL79AvTjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-JAHwZiVLKs/s72-c/P1000296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1624358299317962928</id><published>2009-03-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:23:38.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait of a Lifetime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/ScaBWy95dGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6KZwpvSmGCY/s1600-h/baby+laina+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/ScaBWy95dGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6KZwpvSmGCY/s320/baby+laina+phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078638795945058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this Picture.  It was taken on March 15th, 2006.  Laina had been home for 6 months and we still lived in Portland, Oregon.  Laina was 15 months old.  Since then we've moved.  We've traveled back to Portland several times.  Friends have gotten married and had babies.  We've added Min into our family.  I'm starting to think about the girls starting Kindergarten in the year 2010.  I'm starting to think about starting back to work when the girls are in school.  Our lives are quickly moving forward and things are looking bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a group of people that we have something in common with that have had their dreams and plans put on hold since the date that this picture was taken.  On March 15th, there are at LEAST 25 families that had their dossier logged into the Center for Adoption Affairs in China.  We know that 25 people reported to the &lt;a href="http://chinaadopttalk.com/"&gt;Rumor Queen &lt;/a&gt;that they have their Log In Date on March 15th, and more people haven't reported.  Right now, China has given referrals of babies and children to the people who have logged in their paperwork up to March 6th, 2006.  They turned in their paperwork just one year and 2 months after we turned in our paperwork for Laina and they're having to wait for 3 YEARS or more before they can see their child's face.  We waited for 6 months.  The slowdown is just so long.  Many families are going to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel before too long, though.  At least 83 families are going to be getting their referral at the beginning of April.  I hope that more than that will be processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get Min home so quick?  She was a special case called "waiting child".  We had identified her off of our our agency's "waiting child" list.  We filed our paperwork specifically for her, and because of that the process moves much faster.  Even so, it was a year in process, including gathering all of our dossier documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my secret joys is seeing the faces of the babies that are matched with new parents and watching the families go and get their new babies.  It's a fantastic journey that I love to watch from afar.  Check out&lt;a href="http://chinaadoptionsites.blogspot.com/"&gt; this page&lt;/a&gt; and watch the babies come home.  There should be a new group of babies matched to their parents coming in the beginning of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...all 2 or 3 of my blog readers that are waiting for your babies, my thoughts are with you, and I'm also counting the days/months/years along with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-1624358299317962928?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1624358299317962928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1624358299317962928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1624358299317962928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1624358299317962928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2009/03/wait-of-lifetime.html' title='The wait of a Lifetime...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/ScaBWy95dGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6KZwpvSmGCY/s72-c/baby+laina+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1578244391520961777</id><published>2009-03-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:04:56.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of Sundays we've been braving the world of Realty and we've gone "Open Housing".  We're not going to be buying a house in the next week or two, but it's a good time to start checking things out and seeing what one can get for how much.  I enjoy seeing in other people's houses and thinking about how our things would fit in the house.  We've seen some that we like, and others that are pretty awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend we were out, we stopped by a Yuck-in-a-box for lunch (Acutally, the grilled Ciabatta sandwich isn't bad).  Jorg recently bought a new snappy cam and we were trying it out.  Here's what we came up with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I wasn't about to rip of Min-min's head.  We were playing a game of "Make a silly face" and I was pulling a face at Min and she was reacting to it and Jorg happened to take a picture of it.  Nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AmAC_UVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/osY1d6QIeuM/s1600-h/look+this+way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AmAC_UVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/osY1d6QIeuM/s320/look+this+way.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614894447153490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that if you make an ugly face at the camera, the only thing you'll get is an ugly picture that someone can post on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AlNhdZ0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TyQHfdj6T7M/s1600-h/funny+face+laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AlNhdZ0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TyQHfdj6T7M/s320/funny+face+laura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614880884746050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice picture of me and Min together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AmHSexMI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tn9t67cG8u8/s1600-h/laura+min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AmHSexMI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tn9t67cG8u8/s320/laura+min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614896391177410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorg and Laina like to sit together, or rather Laina likes to sit with Jorg.  He's a softie pushover and she gets to drink as much of her soda (7-up mixed with lemonade) as she likes.  I usually pull her cup away until she eats most of her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AllV7ISI/AAAAAAAAAxY/I9Dourhac80/s1600-h/jorg+laina+jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AllV7ISI/AAAAAAAAAxY/I9Dourhac80/s320/jorg+laina+jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614887278813474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this second, the girls are playing legos on the floor.  Min is trying to roll the lego car up Laina's arm, and Laina is squealing happily and then after she squeals, she tries to bump Min's chest with her head which send off another peal of laughter and the process starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just annouced "Jammie Time" and nothing is happening.  They're totally ignoring me, the little scamps.   **sigh**  gotta go and enforce the law...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-1578244391520961777?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1578244391520961777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1578244391520961777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1578244391520961777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1578244391520961777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/Sb3AmAC_UVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/osY1d6QIeuM/s72-c/look+this+way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-5090989668285099493</id><published>2009-03-06T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:10:41.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time marches on...</title><content type='html'>So, now it's the beginning of March and I haven't updated the blog since the middle of December.  BAD bloggy momma.  Let's do a Reader's Digest Condensed version of the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for Christmas we went to Germany and had a very nice time.  The girls got to experience some snow (thankfully, not too much).  We got to visit with our relatives in Germany and a good time was had by all.  Except for that whole stomach flu thing, but that went away.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of us and some cousins, aunts and uncles mixed in somewhere.  We're at a castle somewhere in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGrvQIGLTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J1u90kRdMHc/s1600-h/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGrvQIGLTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J1u90kRdMHc/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310214263917653298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy these coats special for the trip, and we really haven't used them since.  I don't think we'll use them again before the kids grow out of them!  The picture is the skating rink in the Fussgangerzone in Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGrvHfqIVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wfCrTtD6Qn0/s1600-h/IMG_4257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGrvHfqIVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wfCrTtD6Qn0/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310214261600559442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, we came home to the OC and then we all got sick for most of the month of January.  Blech.  Fever, sinus infection, ear infection, bronchitis, stomach yuckiness, and jetlag.  Hurl.  A picture?  You want a picture?  OK, let's see what we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken sometime around Min's birthday, which was on the 21st of January.  I was going to take her to Disneyland, just her and me, but on the actual day, we were both so sick that we had to just stay home and convalesce.  We'll have to do her first trip to Disneyland on another day...maybe my birthday we'll go.  Well, the girls don't look to sick, but I think they were putting on a happy face for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGt2XqkRcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pPfZ3tWgOrU/s1600-h/P1000013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGt2XqkRcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pPfZ3tWgOrU/s320/P1000013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310216585223620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrible month of January, we moved into February, which brings with it the happiness of the New Year!  We let go of the year of the rat and welcomed the strong determination of the Year of the Ox.  For our New Year celebrations, we again had a lovely lunch with the Chinese Consul General to Los Angeles, Mr. Zhang.  We really enjoyed seeing him again, and the girls ask when they can see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGwk5b7KuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/16Onw9zL9hs/s1600-h/P1000055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGwk5b7KuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/16Onw9zL9hs/s320/P1000055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310219583586249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a fantastic dinner with our friends from our Dragon Boat team, the Blazing Paddles.  The girls really like dressing up in their fancy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGwlAc1prI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hMpMUMH-Xfs/s1600-h/P1000064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGwlAc1prI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hMpMUMH-Xfs/s320/P1000064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310219585469130418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we're back into the day to day rhythm of life that I enjoy so much.  I started going to Zumba classes to help me keep my pants size the way it should be, and also to help me get down with my bad self.  The girls go to their Chinese teacher twice a week and to tiny tots twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;Today we took some "for fun" pictures.  The girls saw me puting on a little make up and wanted some, too.  I made them all up and we looked like real floozies!  So what do you do when you look like floozies?  Well--pull out the camera, of course!  Actually, the camera didn't capture the skank very well, and actually, the pictures turned out really cute.  Here's a few...&lt;br /&gt;Me with my girlies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4JpL6TYI/AAAAAAAAAwY/r_U9tnvkaTE/s1600-h/me+girls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4JpL6TYI/AAAAAAAAAwY/r_U9tnvkaTE/s320/me+girls+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310227911460670850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4JS9ISmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Iw_VcMEb5gE/s1600-h/me+girls+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4JS9ISmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Iw_VcMEb5gE/s320/me+girls+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310227905493092962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for holding the camera out as far as I can reach, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of Laina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4_FEL2zI/AAAAAAAAAww/tQnURJ3OY5o/s1600-h/smiling+laina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4_FEL2zI/AAAAAAAAAww/tQnURJ3OY5o/s320/smiling+laina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310228829477526322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4-v2bv2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/mw-SElddlSA/s1600-h/laina+mean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4-v2bv2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/mw-SElddlSA/s320/laina+mean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310228823782702946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4-Ns2zEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lseyNhw9PUk/s1600-h/laina+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG4-Ns2zEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lseyNhw9PUk/s320/laina+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310228814615727170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Min:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5gJ87BFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/c7xixbum9I4/s1600-h/smiling+Min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5gJ87BFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/c7xixbum9I4/s320/smiling+Min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310229397724922962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5fjy6BXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/xinZCawBik0/s1600-h/pretty+min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5fjy6BXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/xinZCawBik0/s320/pretty+min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310229387482367346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5fSigeOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8w_L9ItWxvQ/s1600-h/min+blows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbG5fSigeOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8w_L9ItWxvQ/s320/min+blows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310229382850181346" 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/3626768177888964836-5090989668285099493?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/5090989668285099493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=5090989668285099493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5090989668285099493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5090989668285099493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-marches-on.html' title='Time marches on...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SbGrvQIGLTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J1u90kRdMHc/s72-c/IMG_4260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-7184655665960722590</id><published>2008-12-05T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:15:36.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STnemLKlD1I/AAAAAAAAAug/wyraxlK5FsY/s1600-h/IMGA0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STnemLKlD1I/AAAAAAAAAug/wyraxlK5FsY/s320/IMGA0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276493185854803794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never guess by looking at her smiling face chomping on a slice of Salami that an hour before she had been screaming like I'd never heard her scream before.  This morning Min woke up crying that her head hurt and we gave her a dose of Ibuprofin.  She has a little bit of bleeding coming through the bandage that is a little disconcerting, but I know that it will stop in the next day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls were sleeping yesterday, I cleaned up the mess in the bathroom.  It really wasn't as bad as my memory made it out to be, but it was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STnemh8VgfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/OdyIBnYmllI/s1600-h/IMGA0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STnemh8VgfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/OdyIBnYmllI/s320/IMGA0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276493191969079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the kids are at the YMCA kidcare and Jorg is exercising.  Me?  I'm not writing in my blog and watching the Simpson's in the background, don't think I am.  I'm making Pizza for Pizza friday.  Actually, I made the Pizza's about and hour and a half ago and they were waiting in the oven for the kids to go to the Y and I just started baking them.  Oh yeah...a few minutes of no one else in the house...just a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have breakfast with Santa and go to a classic car show.  Horay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-7184655665960722590?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/7184655665960722590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=7184655665960722590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7184655665960722590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7184655665960722590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/12/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STnemLKlD1I/AAAAAAAAAug/wyraxlK5FsY/s72-c/IMGA0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-7941441664357637446</id><published>2008-12-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:42:57.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Damaged.</title><content type='html'>Both of my daughters are at nap right now, and I'm finally able to reflect on what happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were literally 2 minutes from walking out the door for the girls "preschool".  It's a Parks and Rec. program that meets 2 times a week for 2 1/2 hours, just enough time for me to grocery shop and catch a few minutes by myself.  I had just finished combing and styling Min's hair and she wanted to see how it looked.  She took off running from my room to her bathroom, just around the corner.   As she got ready to turn the corner, her foot slipped and all I heard was a bang and a cry.  I got up to see what was the damage, hoping for the best.  She was face down on the floor crying and I could see the blood dripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried her the few steps into the bathroom where she could bleed on a surface that was easily cleaned and grabbed a wad of toilet tissue to wipe the blood, all while calling to Laina to get me a towel from the linen closet.  Laina brought me a towel and after a few wipes, I could see that we weren't going to make it into Tiny Tots today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my husband, but he didn't answer his cell.  I called my girlfriend from MOMS club and she said that she'd drive over to pick up Laina and keep her while I took Min to urgent care.  So, 45 minutes after initial impact, Min and I ended up in an examination room at the urgent care center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min had a gash on her forehead about 2 CM long and it was too deep for using the adhesive stuff, she'd have to be stitched.  I helped to hold her hands while the doctor injected the lidocane and started stitching her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min actually fell asleep on the table.  The doctor and the nurse let me keep her there, sleeping while I went to go buy some children's Advil and fill a prescription for a short term antibiotic.  She slept for about 20 minutes after the procedure was over, I actually had to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has a bandage on her head that we have to leave on for a week.  I'll get some mederma for scars so that she won't have a big scar on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stitches 4 times as a kid.  One of the times was because I ran into the wall, just like Min did.  We'll have matching scars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-7941441664357637446?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/7941441664357637446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=7941441664357637446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7941441664357637446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7941441664357637446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/12/slightly-damaged.html' title='Slightly Damaged.'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-7374107100523881022</id><published>2008-12-03T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:18:30.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Min</title><content type='html'>It's easy to write about Laina.  Everyone comments on how smart Laina is, how clever, how funny, how crazy.  She's like commenting on how big the ocean is, or how tall the empire state building is.  She's so out there that it's impossible to ignore her.  She refuses to let people ignore her.  I haven't written about Min too much, since it's so easy to write about Laina.  That's not fair, is it?  Let me tell you about Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't really know about Min.  She gets the shadows of the spotlight that fall on Laina.  Min is very smart, she figures things out very quickly, but she's also even tempered and sometimes, although she figures out that things work one way or another, she'll do things in her own time and in her own way.  She's even tempered and it takes so much for her to lose her temper, which is good, considering her hair trigger sister.  Min is sensitive and doesn't like people to be sad or mad.  She also wants her own way and will pout and cry if she doesn't get it.  Don't we all, though.  She's a little girl who has been alive not quite 4 years and has already been through so much.  When you stop and think  what this little one has been through in four years, it's staggering.  She was abandoned by the woman who gave birth to her.  She was brought into institutional care where she lived for a couple of months.  She was brought into a family that fostered her, a loving home, but a little less than stable.  Her foster sister was adopted a couple of months before she was, a loss for her that she cried about when we met her.  In her mind, Laina has been merged with the memory of her foster sister, Zi Qin.  I asked Min who Zi Qin was and she said, "it's Laina".  She won't process until she's older, that Zi Qin is now called Zoe and lives with a family somewhere in Florida.  Min has left her home city which she still remembers and has taken this town as her home.  She has accepted me and Jorg as her parents.  When you ask her about China, she says very matter of factly that she was living in China waiting for us to come get her.&lt;br /&gt;When we met her, Min didn't do many things.  She didn't take off her clothes by herself.  She couldn't get dressed by herself.  She didn't walk very far.  She didn't sleep by herself.  She didn't swing, slide or jump.  Taking a shower or a bath was terrifying for her.  She can do all of those things now, plus many other things.  She's learned English so quickly.  She's retaining her Manderin with much effort, but we're trying to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;She's silly and likes to dance and sing.  She bites when she's mad.  She can be naughty and sabatoges Laina sometimes.  She's sweet and funny.  She likes to draw and paint.  She's afraid of dogs and bears.  She hated the beach and now she loves the beach.  She can swing on the swings all by herself.  She likes to shop.  She likes to play in the yard with the water hose and also dig dirt in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't the force of nature power house that her sister is.  Min is more of a sweet and beautiful breeze.  She's soft and easy to be with.  She can sometimes cause a squall, but for the most part, she's so pleasant to be around.  Sweet and beautiful Min, we're so happy you're with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STd1JDoaXLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lK8QHa-LgWo/s1600-h/IMGA0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STd1JDoaXLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lK8QHa-LgWo/s320/IMGA0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275814286941904050" 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/3626768177888964836-7374107100523881022?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/7374107100523881022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=7374107100523881022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7374107100523881022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7374107100523881022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-min.html' title='About Min'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/STd1JDoaXLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lK8QHa-LgWo/s72-c/IMGA0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1599796014276858059</id><published>2008-11-09T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:43:10.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laina Learns a Song.</title><content type='html'>Today, Laina had a MAJOR temper tantrum.  It was about a toy and how she couldn't play with it when she wanted to.  I taught her a song, and she learned it very quickly.  She was kind enough to sing it on camera for me.   Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUE9XPZfUlI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUE9XPZfUlI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-1599796014276858059?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1599796014276858059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1599796014276858059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1599796014276858059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1599796014276858059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/11/laina-learns-song.html' title='Laina Learns a Song.'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-1413913149837055822</id><published>2008-11-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:23:26.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIM!!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Laina decided she wanted to go swimming.  Not surprisingly, Min wanted nothing to do with swimming.  I told her that she must learn to swim, even if she didn't want to.  So, off to the YMCA we went.  Laina had a great time.  This was her first time swimming since the great houseboat fiasco of this last September.  That's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the girls had on swim belts for floating and Laina was fine paddling along on her own.  Min was always a half a millimeter away from full panic.  We swam for about an hour.  The girls were tired and ready for a rest after it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we did it again!  This time, Min got a little used to things and she was able to paddle independently using a float belt and holding on to a swim noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went swimming AGAIN!  The girls swam for a whole hour.  I made Min let go of her noodle and I taught her the rudiments of  treading water.  I made her tread water while I counted to 10.  She did this like a champ 3 times!  After swimming the kids went to KidCare and I worked out in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls begged to go to bed at 6:30!  So now, at 8:00 they are sleeping like little angles.  Yeah...little worn out angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no pictures of swimming, but here's a picture of Laina wearing vampire teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ_NlB5nAoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nEoF33ebMgY/s1600-h/vampire+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ_NlB5nAoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nEoF33ebMgY/s320/vampire+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652525468320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here's a picture of Min after she was digging in the dirt in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ_OIBwx07I/AAAAAAAAAuI/17FYfcekVX0/s1600-h/dirty+min+min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ_OIBwx07I/AAAAAAAAAuI/17FYfcekVX0/s320/dirty+min+min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264653126726702002" 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/3626768177888964836-1413913149837055822?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/1413913149837055822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=1413913149837055822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1413913149837055822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/1413913149837055822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/11/swim.html' title='SWIM!!'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ_NlB5nAoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nEoF33ebMgY/s72-c/vampire+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-7668049131337994658</id><published>2008-11-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:22:04.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sweet Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ6AvZEXaHI/AAAAAAAAAto/1OV8JpL3Tj0/s1600-h/sweet+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ6AvZEXaHI/AAAAAAAAAto/1OV8JpL3Tj0/s320/sweet+sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264286566114093170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a regular love fest going on at our house.  Laina and Min will say, "I love you, sister" and "I love you forever, Mommy", and "I love Daddy, I want to see him right now".  Oh yeah, and then soon after they've expressed their undying love and devotion, they'll whack each other over the head because someone has the others sock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-7668049131337994658?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/7668049131337994658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=7668049131337994658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7668049131337994658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7668049131337994658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-sisters-theres-been-regular-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ6AvZEXaHI/AAAAAAAAAto/1OV8JpL3Tj0/s72-c/sweet+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-2019808325853177949</id><published>2008-11-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:34:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Halloween at our house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laina was a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ8ZxRzeU8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulDLdg5TBF8/s1600-h/puppy+laina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ8ZxRzeU8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulDLdg5TBF8/s320/puppy+laina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264454823802983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min was a Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ8Zw0GCv2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4cYdrSJbGFo/s1600-h/Min+is+a+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ8Zw0GCv2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4cYdrSJbGFo/s320/Min+is+a+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264454815827804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They LOVED trick or treating and getting all the candy.  My rules for Halloween candy are that the kids can eat as much candy as they want for a day and a half after Halloween and after that, they have to give me the candy and it will be doled out.  Laina takes one bite and throws it away and then opens the next piece.  Min learned from Laina and does the same thing.  The short of the story is that there was no candy left by the next afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-2019808325853177949?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/2019808325853177949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=2019808325853177949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2019808325853177949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/2019808325853177949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-at-our-house-laina-was-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SQ8ZxRzeU8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulDLdg5TBF8/s72-c/puppy+laina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-4270007973430616092</id><published>2008-07-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:07:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years a Family</title><content type='html'>On July 26th, 2005, we were given this picture and were asked if we would accept this little child into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13847725@N03/2943067954/" title="laina mugshot by hesserfamily@sbcglobal.net, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2943067954_865fc248f8_o.jpg" alt="laina mugshot" height="406" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13847725@N03/2942208105/" title="Laina in walker by hesserfamily@sbcglobal.net, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2942208105_0cf818003e.jpg" alt="Laina in walker" height="500" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13847725@N03/2942208879/" title="Laina Walker 2 by hesserfamily@sbcglobal.net, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2942208879_5ae7cff202.jpg" alt="Laina Walker 2" height="500" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met her on October 10th, 2005.  Here's our first look at Laina in real life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t3gn40I/AAAAAAAAAss/71Jw4xJixRo/s1600-h/laina+nanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t3gn40I/AAAAAAAAAss/71Jw4xJixRo/s320/laina+nanny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238670391894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our first family photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t0kqzHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/U_P6Wi-hnEg/s1600-h/first+family+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t0kqzHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/U_P6Wi-hnEg/s320/first+family+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238669603556466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our hotel room in Chang Sha and started to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t_1-kpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-Bcei5ANWwk/s1600-h/smile+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2t_1-kpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-Bcei5ANWwk/s320/smile+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238672628945554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned she was very silly and sweet.  She was also very passionate.  She would scream and yell.  She would tantrum and arch her back and smack her head on the floor.  She was a challenging baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything for Halloween the first October she was home.  We ignored it.  But soon after we went to California for a visit.  Here is Laina with the Monkey in the Zoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2udaKV6I/AAAAAAAAAtE/NPx4RtzoPSg/s1600-h/baby+laina+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV2udaKV6I/AAAAAAAAAtE/NPx4RtzoPSg/s320/baby+laina+monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238680565340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her first Halloween, October 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UG8nf5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/4Sp8z5EnT8o/s1600-h/first+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UG8nf5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/4Sp8z5EnT8o/s320/first+halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257241526394126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her second Halloween, October 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UaR6ceI/AAAAAAAAAtU/I6iJ1e2Gy-s/s1600-h/Second+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UaR6ceI/AAAAAAAAAtU/I6iJ1e2Gy-s/s320/Second+Halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257241531583721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is now, almost 4 years old, with her new sister...and the monkey!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Family Day, Laina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UktvzxI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BkGAY7mhFzg/s1600-h/laina+min+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SPV5UktvzxI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BkGAY7mhFzg/s320/laina+min+monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257241534384819986" 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/3626768177888964836-4270007973430616092?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/4270007973430616092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=4270007973430616092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/4270007973430616092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/4270007973430616092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/07/youll-find-out.html' title='3 years a Family'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2942208105_0cf818003e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-5623317468579965427</id><published>2008-06-30T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:33:21.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laina's month.</title><content type='html'>Laina was born in December.  But for me, her month is July.  We saw her picture in July for the first time and July was the month that I knew we would be going to meet her soon and checked on the internet every day for news about when the referrals would be coming in for the babies.  July 2005 is now 3 years in the past, and Laina is a very dynamic force in our family.  So for the month of July, I will be posting about Laina.  I'll add some in about Min, too.  Her month is November, so you'll have to wait for her month to have her details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laina--the source the most frustrating frustrations and the happiest joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SGv0EEIe9bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/glCVEBIEGM4/s1600-h/pirate+Laina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SGv0EEIe9bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/glCVEBIEGM4/s320/pirate+Laina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218532943904830898" 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/3626768177888964836-5623317468579965427?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/5623317468579965427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=5623317468579965427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5623317468579965427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5623317468579965427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/06/lainas-month.html' title='Laina&apos;s month.'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SGv0EEIe9bI/AAAAAAAAAgU/glCVEBIEGM4/s72-c/pirate+Laina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-6542563427366397948</id><published>2008-06-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:09:02.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dread pirates Plum</title><content type='html'>My nephew had his 4th birthday on Sunday. It was a pirate party and we were invited. Unfortunately we couldn't attend, so we had to send birthday greetings from afar. Here are our little Pirates giving their cousin some pirate greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES1IJe1n7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/xQKhT9JDBA0/s1600-h/IMG_2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES1IJe1n7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/xQKhT9JDBA0/s320/IMG_2312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207486220735979442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0nZe1n3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/RJ3N5ClyQa4/s1600-h/IMG_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0nZe1n3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/RJ3N5ClyQa4/s320/IMG_2322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485658095263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Min to look "Mean" and "Tough".  This is what she came up with.  Now, you're all terrified by her mean toughness, aren't you?  Oooooohhhhh Shaking in my boots.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0n5e1n4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/YEiMy7LOgTc/s1600-h/IMG_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0n5e1n4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/YEiMy7LOgTc/s320/IMG_2349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485666685198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laina shows you her Pirate tattoos.  Thanks Dollar Tree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0oJe1n5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/gd7Z7GAPATs/s1600-h/IMG_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0oJe1n5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/gd7Z7GAPATs/s320/IMG_2337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485670980165522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiver Me Timbers, it's the dread Pirate Min, waiting to plunder your treasures.  Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0oZe1n6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/0-mks-teFiA/s1600-h/IMG_2343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES0oZe1n6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/0-mks-teFiA/s320/IMG_2343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485675275132834" 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/3626768177888964836-6542563427366397948?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/6542563427366397948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=6542563427366397948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/6542563427366397948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/6542563427366397948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/06/dread-pirates-plum.html' title='The dread pirates Plum'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SES1IJe1n7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/xQKhT9JDBA0/s72-c/IMG_2312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-9092336365721153187</id><published>2008-04-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:40:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>Our beautiful girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE9oVDbLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZbmhPur8uLQ/s1600-h/culaina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE9oVDbLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZbmhPur8uLQ/s320/culaina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194907627016121522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE94VDbMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hHVA1mul9VU/s1600-h/cumin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE94VDbMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hHVA1mul9VU/s320/cumin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194907631311088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE94VDbNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6UObGpJFPRs/s1600-h/easter+laina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE94VDbNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6UObGpJFPRs/s320/easter+laina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194907631311088850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after we came home, we went to the beach with our friends Gisi and Moni.  The girls were in the bike trailer that we converted into a stroller with the push bar.  This was the first time the girls had shared close quarters for a length of time and they did great.  Min and Laina now enjoy being towed behind the bike on the way to the park or some other place.  When we're riding bikes, they'll have their helmets on, but since they were being pushed like a stroller, they didn't need helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgGLYVDbOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-gJTcJJp38c/s1600-h/bike+stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgGLYVDbOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-gJTcJJp38c/s320/bike+stroller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194908962750950626" 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/3626768177888964836-9092336365721153187?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/9092336365721153187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=9092336365721153187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/9092336365721153187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/9092336365721153187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgE9oVDbLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZbmhPur8uLQ/s72-c/culaina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-3326181716536967442</id><published>2008-04-29T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:32:51.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little piggies playing in the mud...</title><content type='html'>I got home from running errands and I had to put the groceries away.  Laina asked if she could play outside in the back yard.  I told her she could, and Min followed.  I heard the water for the hose turn on.  No big deal, they play in the hose and inadvertently water the lawn, so it's a win-win situation.  I put away the food things and go to the window and I'm met by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDf4VDbJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pm3IN9pamBc/s1600-h/IMG_2277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDf4VDbJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pm3IN9pamBc/s320/IMG_2277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194906016403385490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDf4VDbKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Qy1JQhjy2hI/s1600-h/IMG_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDf4VDbKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Qy1JQhjy2hI/s320/IMG_2284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194906016403385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDfYVDbHI/AAAAAAAAAek/Pr-w5e_eehg/s1600-h/IMG_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDfYVDbHI/AAAAAAAAAek/Pr-w5e_eehg/s320/IMG_2287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194906007813450866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDfoVDbII/AAAAAAAAAes/YRrlOUC6XxI/s1600-h/IMG_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDfoVDbII/AAAAAAAAAes/YRrlOUC6XxI/s320/IMG_2279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194906012108418178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink dress that Laina has on has been washed 3 times and the mud still hasn't come out.  I don't think it ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them continue playing after I stripped them down to panties.  They played happily for about 45 minutes and then I had to carry them inside and shower them clean.  Then I forbade them to play in the mud without permission.  Punishment will be being hosed off by the garden hose instead of a warm shower.  So far it's working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-3326181716536967442?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/3326181716536967442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=3326181716536967442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/3326181716536967442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/3326181716536967442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-little-piggies-playing-in-mud.html' title='Two little piggies playing in the mud...'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SBgDf4VDbJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pm3IN9pamBc/s72-c/IMG_2277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-7507201894116487277</id><published>2008-04-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:31:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 7 minutes of Fame.</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I sent in some pictures of my mosaic coffee tables for consideration on a new show for HGTV.  The program director liked them and contacted me and a few weeks later a camera crew was in my garage filming me make a table.  Here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt-MRtStr6g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt-MRtStr6g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone really watched the show when it aired, but it was fun to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-7507201894116487277?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/7507201894116487277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=7507201894116487277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7507201894116487277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/7507201894116487277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-7-minutes-of-fame.html' title='My 7 minutes of Fame.'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-5100125686772181134</id><published>2008-04-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:44:49.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP, my baby's pregnant!!!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was sitting on the sofa and I heard Laina yelling from her bedroom, "Mom!!  Hey MOM!!  I'm going to have a baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!!" I yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna have a baby, come see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the camera and went to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by my lovely daughter, definitely pregnant.  She also seemed to be all ready to lactate, but it could be the angle and the lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sXoVDbGI/AAAAAAAAAec/UnodhoZcIgU/s1600-h/pregnant6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sXoVDbGI/AAAAAAAAAec/UnodhoZcIgU/s320/pregnant6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191925098646563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked pretty happy about things and was handling the labor well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMoVDbFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/wpJ-YH4VTxo/s1600-h/Pregnant5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMoVDbFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/wpJ-YH4VTxo/s320/Pregnant5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924909668002898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the happy moment approaches.  Yes, we can see the first glimpse  of the joyful arrival making it's way into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMoVDbEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/GacJoq9DCDs/s1600-h/Pregnant4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMoVDbEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/GacJoq9DCDs/s320/Pregnant4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924909668002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMYVDbDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/CZY83Fsj4sc/s1600-h/Pregnant3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMYVDbDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/CZY83Fsj4sc/s320/Pregnant3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924905373035570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMYVDbCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7Cqs6lGbuo8/s1600-h/pregnant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMYVDbCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7Cqs6lGbuo8/s320/pregnant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924905373035554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray here he is!!  It's a boy and he's purple!!!  Happy Birthday Purple Bear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMIVDbBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oXj5WitOSss/s1600-h/pregnant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sMIVDbBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oXj5WitOSss/s320/pregnant1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924901078068242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stick to pulling Purple Bears out of our shirts for the next 25 years or so, we'll be doing just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-5100125686772181134?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/5100125686772181134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=5100125686772181134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5100125686772181134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/5100125686772181134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/04/help-my-babys-pregnant.html' title='HELP, my baby&apos;s pregnant!!!'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SA1sXoVDbGI/AAAAAAAAAec/UnodhoZcIgU/s72-c/pregnant6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626768177888964836.post-632195787508292045</id><published>2008-04-01T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:08:38.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want Sugar Plums?  I</title><content type='html'>I've got 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626768177888964836-632195787508292045?l=twosugarplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/feeds/632195787508292045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3626768177888964836&amp;postID=632195787508292045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/632195787508292045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626768177888964836/posts/default/632195787508292045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosugarplums.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-want-sugar-plums-i.html' title='You want Sugar Plums?  I'/><author><name>Basket full o' Plums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018964715188479540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZX3oqh2s04/SmqjIoPztKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I57UeMOtcM0/S220/laina+laura+min.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
