<?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-27301686</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:08:16.225-06:00</updated><category term='tulum'/><category term='collage'/><category term='story'/><category term='tour'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='pesos'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='change'/><category term='cancun'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='musing'/><category term='projects'/><category term='unplug'/><category term='xel-ha'/><category term='swim'/><category term='travel'/><category term='homelessness'/><category term='video'/><category term='wheels'/><category term='dolphin'/><category term='cards'/><category term='snorkel'/><category term='money'/><category term='observation'/><title type='text'>Gibson-Wetterholt Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-4929305166381026601</id><published>2010-08-24T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:58:48.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSDtOhd2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/44FG_Ad8q8Q/s1600/luis+torres+usa+594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSDtOhd2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/44FG_Ad8q8Q/s320/luis+torres+usa+594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The G-W Family and Luis at "Heaven's Gate"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, I'm pretty lame as a family blogger. I write tons of posts in my head, honest! And as soon as they perfect that app where I can just think the post and it will appear here, this blog will be much more entertaining.  In the meantime, I'm still just a mom with too many commitments who may carve out a few minutes to blog when there are way too many pictures stored in the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2010 - Quite a fun year so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSBKJ884KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6ipqXeTYQFs/s1600/IMG_3683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSBKJ884KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6ipqXeTYQFs/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luis and Rose - Dec 09&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSEjlx_SlI/AAAAAAAAALM/tzDVMkj8wIM/s1600/luis+torres+usa+685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSEjlx_SlI/AAAAAAAAALM/tzDVMkj8wIM/s320/luis+torres+usa+685.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luis at the Art Institute - Dec 09&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In December, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/profile.php?id=1753969192&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Luis&lt;/a&gt; joined our family and we helped him through the last part of his exchange year.  Luis is from Paraguay and he likes Art and Architecture.  So our first order of business was to take him to the Art Institute of Chicago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSCuTcYxTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ks60uw0KOmM/s1600/luis+torres+usa+586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSCuTcYxTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ks60uw0KOmM/s320/luis+torres+usa+586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luis Decorates the boy's room - Paraguay style.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;the "Bean" and the Chicago History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had LOTS of snow in Dec, Jan, Feb, March... April?&amp;nbsp; Seems like it just went on and on. Lucky for Luis, he liked snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSFm1m9cJI/AAAAAAAAALU/7sV2EslQ7Cs/s1600/IMG_3702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSFm1m9cJI/AAAAAAAAALU/7sV2EslQ7Cs/s320/IMG_3702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Learns what it felt like to ride bikes on cobblestones in the early days of Chicago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-4929305166381026601?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/4929305166381026601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2010/08/winter-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/4929305166381026601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/4929305166381026601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2010/08/winter-2010.html' title='Winter 2010'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/THSDtOhd2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/44FG_Ad8q8Q/s72-c/luis+torres+usa+594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-7695981327873286897</id><published>2009-12-23T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:45:44.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Coming Soon!~&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentally composing our family, holiday letter turned blog post.  So keep checking back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1274988708686" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1274988708686" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&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/27301686-7695981327873286897?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/7695981327873286897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/7695981327873286897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/7695981327873286897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-in-review.html' title='2009 Year in Review'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-385812293302738858</id><published>2009-12-05T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:00:46.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Rose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsQLF82apI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BRLOa79Etvs/s1600-h/IMG_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsQLF82apI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BRLOa79Etvs/s200/IMG_2474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411937159977790098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsPzxcg9gI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uREX27rxztg/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsPzxcg9gI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uREX27rxztg/s200/IMG_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411936759336465922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsPM0cQSTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-5qGyXgoRzA/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsPM0cQSTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-5qGyXgoRzA/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411936090125781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is going to be TWO tomorrow!  Wow! It seems like just yesterday I was waddling around Costco getting a case of oranges to satisfy my craving and calling the midwife to say "I might be in labor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yA6Jns_r_d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yA6Jns_r_d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&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/27301686-385812293302738858?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/385812293302738858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-baby-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/385812293302738858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/385812293302738858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-baby-rose.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Rose!'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SxsQLF82apI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BRLOa79Etvs/s72-c/IMG_2474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-7148775423744653812</id><published>2009-11-05T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:27:09.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun 09 - Day Three - Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEZ4OMIQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jaNyqteJwDQ/s1600-h/IMG_3537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEZ4OMIQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jaNyqteJwDQ/s320/IMG_3537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was much brighter and sunnier when we woke up.&amp;nbsp; Here is a better picture of the view from our room.&amp;nbsp; I changed up the routine a bit by going for a run.&amp;nbsp; I ran down the street to the beach and then returned on the beach.&amp;nbsp; It took 15 minutes to go by street and 33 to hike back on the beach.&amp;nbsp; But it was beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEoCzIafI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bIpO_aJjd8I/s1600-h/IMG_3544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEoCzIafI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bIpO_aJjd8I/s200/IMG_3544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEhAj8rPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OmCn_-A6Kh4/s1600-h/IMG_3541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEhAj8rPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OmCn_-A6Kh4/s200/IMG_3541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEewSYndI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sjZt1UPatvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEewSYndI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sjZt1UPatvQ/s200/IMG_3539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a "down" day for our trip.&amp;nbsp; While I let information and experiences wash over me in the Morter Elite Masters event, John and the kids bummed around the hotel and visited one of the three pools and the beach.&amp;nbsp; John was intrepid and got the kids on the bus to go downtown for lunch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEkPrUPGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JecI0MHRbDA/s1600-h/IMG_3540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEkPrUPGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JecI0MHRbDA/s320/IMG_3540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is M with his prize sombrero - bargained hard for in La Palapa at Tulum.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOErp6pqtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qj4oog9DAu8/s1600-h/IMG_3535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOErp6pqtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qj4oog9DAu8/s200/IMG_3535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEp5eobSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-m0Qbtmzp6w/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEp5eobSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-m0Qbtmzp6w/s200/IMG_3534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEuVTgegI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cH6_D6X9TUk/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEuVTgegI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cH6_D6X9TUk/s200/IMG_3536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I caught up with them before dinner - well, ok, they had to come shoo me out of the jacuzzi so we wouldn't be late for dinner - everyone looked happy. And beautiful!&amp;nbsp; We had to "dress up" for dinner so the girls were in their matching dresses and M had his outfit with a collar on. A SpongeBob outfit, but still.&amp;nbsp; I thought about getting a picture, but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a delightful dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/FindAHotel/CancunHotelAndVillas/Dining.aspx"&gt;DaVinci.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; You know it's a good restaurant when you wished you would have brought your camera so you could have photographed your meal.&amp;nbsp; The highlight was dessert.&amp;nbsp; A Chocolate Piano - yes, a piano made from chocolate -albeit a miniature grand piano.&amp;nbsp; I ordered the "Artist's Palette" - a cookie shaped like a palette with three little scoops of ice cream for the paint and the most delicious piece of chocolate cinnamon fudge for the paint brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R slept through the meal.&amp;nbsp; A blessing since this was a very "nice" restaurant and if she had gotten bored it could have gotten ugly. But, apparently, twelve hours is about her limit for constant wakefulness.&amp;nbsp; It's the second night in a row she's gone to sleep at 6PM and I assume she will sleep all night again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I learn about all day? I have a ton of notes and thought provoking quotes to share on my blogs and facebook.&amp;nbsp; Ultimately, I was challenged to bring my life into focus.&amp;nbsp; If I had seven days to live, would I still be doing what I am doing right now?&amp;nbsp; Lucky for me, the answer is YES! However, it did cause me to think a little more closely about HOW I am doing it.&amp;nbsp; Adjustments to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-7148775423744653812?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/7148775423744653812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-three-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/7148775423744653812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/7148775423744653812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-three-rest.html' title='Cancun 09 - Day Three - Rest'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvOEZ4OMIQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jaNyqteJwDQ/s72-c/IMG_3537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-2918133966770163672</id><published>2009-11-04T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:22:54.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xel-ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snorkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancun'/><title type='text'>Cancun 09 - Day Two - WET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI4Q8BDAoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJZH9lJtWgQ/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI4Q8BDAoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJZH9lJtWgQ/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440766810227330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe today in one word... WET.&lt;br /&gt;As we learned, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayan_religion"&gt;Mayan spirituality&lt;/a&gt; was all about duality.  The "good" God and the "bad" God were the same God.  For example... if it rained, this was good because your crops could grow.  Unless you were trying to harvest, then it could be bad because you'd loose your crops.  There was always two sides to everything.  And so it is today with the conditions and our day in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI4kGD3WvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CwHi8hGNYqQ/s1600-h/IMG_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI4kGD3WvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CwHi8hGNYqQ/s200/IMG_3497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441095923915506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up to our beautiful view (that was good), but it was rainy and overcast (that was bad).  We enjoyed breakfast on the balcony (that was good!) The kids balked at taking their vitamins (that was bad).  We got to the lobby in time to meet our tour (that was good) but the tour guide did not have us on his list (that was bad) But, it meant there was an extra seat on the bus, because they sent a different bus to pick up the other passengers (that was good!).  It took quite a while to pick everyone up and get to &lt;a href="http://www.xelha.com/"&gt;Xel-Ha&lt;/a&gt; (that was bad) but it rained the whole time and cleared up some by the time we were at the park (that was good!).  I thought our tour would go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulum"&gt;Tulum&lt;/a&gt; first, it didn't (this was bad) but it meant we got the best part of the day at Xel-ha (that was good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way in Umberto, our fabulous tour guide, explained the different activity options at Xel-ha.  The Sea Trek program only required you to be able to walk - no swimming needed - to go under water and meet fish and sting-rays.  John has never learned to swim, but his curiosity got the better of him and he agreed to give it a try.  E wanted to snorkel, but insisted she didn't want to do a "tour".  I really wanted to do the snorkel tour, having never tried it before, so I envisioned myself going off for an hour by myself to visit with the fishies.  Somewhat like a massage. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI6CnIk-BI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IZUf2GcSzfY/s1600-h/IMG_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI6CnIk-BI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IZUf2GcSzfY/s200/IMG_3503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442719709755410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the park, finding lockers and signing up for the activities took some time.  I had an 11AM &lt;a href="http://www.xelha.com/snorkel.php"&gt;snorkel tour&lt;/a&gt; and John's &lt;a href="http://www.xelha.com/sea-trek.php"&gt;Sea Trek&lt;/a&gt; would follow at 12:30, so it made the schedule seem tight.  When we met Carlos, for the snorkel tour, I was the only one signed up, so he invited E and the rest of the family to give snorkeling a try.  M was enticed by the fins and the mask, but in the end, he hated the taste of the salt water.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI66l9C4mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yf-xHiakbEc/s1600-h/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI66l9C4mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yf-xHiakbEc/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443681465623138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It led to some very bad parenting on my part as I had to walk him around to find John, who had left to take R to the kiddie pool.  I felt cheated out of my one hour of fun.  In the meantime, E was enjoying learning to snorkel and at least through the generosity of Carlos, we were getting the benefit! Deal of the day!  2 for 1 snorkeling tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned, I had to learn how to put my face in the water.  I would have thought after a lifetime of mouth-breathing, it would have come more naturally.  But, eventually, my rhythmic breathing skills kicked in and I was enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;We floated around a beautiful inlet where the fish are in their natural reef habitat.  Carlos would break out the fish food and we'd be in huge schools of fish!  E was hooked and couldn't wait until we could do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was John's turn.  He went off to do the Sea Trek while we went to lunch.  He donned a large helmet that didn't require him to remove his glasses and walked ten feet under the water where he got to view a variety of fish and pet sting-rays.  Amazing for a guy who doesn't know how to swim!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI7-r7b-qI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cuqxpn38QWE/s1600-h/IMG_3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI7-r7b-qI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cuqxpn38QWE/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444851300596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We bought an underwater camera, so we'll look forward to seeing some of his shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet (pronounced "boo-fet" in Espanol at least by our tour guide) was wonderful.  Some of the best food we've had so far!  (that was good!) We were racing off to enjoy our last half hour of the park before getting ready to go to Tulum and we left the camera on the restaurant table (that was bad).  When we returned from snorkeling we found the camera at the restaurant (that was good!) so we'll just have to remember the beautiful rainbow fish we found on our own.  We will have another chance to take underwater pictures when we go to &lt;a href="http://www.xcaret.com/"&gt;Xcaret&lt;/a&gt; next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't as much time for just relaxing and taking it all in today.  We got to spend a short time in Tulum before there was a downpour.  But, we did finally find M's sombrero for just 200 pesos at La Palapa shopping center in Tulum.  Here is a video of what everyone enjoyed most about the day.  I agree with E, I LOVED the snorkeling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBRk8amiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qeRBZyYaJCI/s1600-h/IMG_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ce5fc3c9a142ba6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ce5fc3c9a142ba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58424AD24EA13ADD0B45FE00A9EDD1C49C0F959B.7DE88C134A4DC713F305FFBDE271E766FA1FA6C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ce5fc3c9a142ba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUCdA1BJBQG0KYOq7akrxI9xPcBY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ce5fc3c9a142ba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58424AD24EA13ADD0B45FE00A9EDD1C49C0F959B.7DE88C134A4DC713F305FFBDE271E766FA1FA6C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ce5fc3c9a142ba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUCdA1BJBQG0KYOq7akrxI9xPcBY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBRk8amiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qeRBZyYaJCI/s1600-h/IMG_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBRk8amiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qeRBZyYaJCI/s200/IMG_3508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450673401305634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID wear the same shirt to Tulum that my sister wore there when she went (8 years ago??).  But, alas, I did not get any pictures taken with it before the rain came.  I did get this great picture of me and E and the mcaaws though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBao8qRJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gmy5JTkHOaE/s1600-h/IMG_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBao8qRJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gmy5JTkHOaE/s200/IMG_3521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450829094896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBnThyLdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/29Akug8CKrA/s1600-h/IMG_3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvJBnThyLdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/29Akug8CKrA/s200/IMG_3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400451046683323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to the left is a picture of Rosie. It's amazing that she puts up with our globe trotting and doesn't act this way all the time.  This was her one brief moment of despair all day.  At other times she was singing and generally enjoying herself... as you can see in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e5e50cb13cb5d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05e5e50cb13cb5d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CA41E7743FD058057755B22854AC27BF68D622.724EFE477BA424CD5BF131F2D6CBFF0A0835C6EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e5e50cb13cb5d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxDkgddsZ60VzhppMfZAFIe3TPjk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05e5e50cb13cb5d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CA41E7743FD058057755B22854AC27BF68D622.724EFE477BA424CD5BF131F2D6CBFF0A0835C6EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e5e50cb13cb5d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxDkgddsZ60VzhppMfZAFIe3TPjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I begin the Masters training for &lt;a href="http://www.gibsonwellnesscenter.com"&gt;B.E.S.T. &lt;/a&gt; Though it will be interesting and stimulating, the Morter's will really have a challenge in making their program stand out after these first two glorious, exciting, adventure-packed days in Cancun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-2918133966770163672?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/2918133966770163672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-two-wet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/2918133966770163672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/2918133966770163672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-two-wet.html' title='Cancun 09 - Day Two - WET'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvI4Q8BDAoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJZH9lJtWgQ/s72-c/IMG_3514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-3587542270253985210</id><published>2009-11-03T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:17:38.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancun'/><title type='text'>Cancun 09 - Day One - Isla Mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEFAY6eKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPadhhJ-8l8/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEFAY6eKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPadhhJ-8l8/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400102932439771410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived safely in Cancun yesterday!  It is a long day to travel and a direct flight might be much better, but for the money, it was a relatively easy travel day.  I was very impressed with Continental Airlines.  Both for being on time (early in the case of our Chicago departure) and for the smooth take offs and descents.  My two older children really suffer when the descent begins.  On the first flight, a passenger offered them gum and that seemed to help.  We bought some, but it didn't offer any relief to E for the second flight.  She swears she will never fly again, but we have so much fun traveling!  We must find a solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got through immigration and customs and the tourist trap booth in record time and made it to our hotel a little over an hour after landing.  We did have our bag searched by customs.  I had one whole suitcase full of Cliff bars and tons of supplements.  I guess that didn't look so good on the camera.  He was very polite.  At first when I said "vitamins" he said "oh, like candies", I said yes.  Then, as he was closing up my bag, obviously satisfied, he said, "like, nat-ur-al med -ee-cin"? I smiled and said "yes."  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hotel and got checked in and went to the restaurant for dinner.  M had a huge meltdown because he was starving and I didn't let him get the buffet.  The waiter - Carlos - was so wonderful.  He literally RAN M's meal to him as soon as it was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the tail end of the nightly show.  A cowboy doing amazing lasso tricks and some traditional dancers.  Once M had some food in him, he was in shopping mode.  There were artisan vendors set up near the outdoor part of the restaurant and he enjoyed looking at their wares.  For the second night in a row, my kids were too full and tired to have dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the room and straight to bed.  We needed to be in the lobby by 7:30AM to change money, get our voucher's for Wednesday's excursion, change John's departure transport and make sure we were on the right bus.  Amazingly, we got it all done and arrived at the Dolphin Discovery shop at just the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great room service breakfast of empanadas (like chicken quesidillas), orange juice, and pineapple turnovers... and of course for John, COFFEE.  We got the beverages complimentary and on the form, they asked for how many... so John actually got COFFEE FOR FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a picture of our view, but it is a gorgeous view from the 18th floor of the lagoon.  The only complaint with our room would be the loud hum of the water treatment plant across the street.  You can't hear it if you are blasting your A/C.  But once I shut that off, the street noise is loud and noticeable.  Can't complain for $30/night... and the rest of the hotel is outstanding.  Marble floors, balcony, huge towels, comfortable beds, bathrobes... FREE Wi-Fi!  A beautiful 5-star resort hotel.  I think the only reason it doesn't get more business is the lack of a "kids club" but we don't need that, so I'm thrilled.  If you want to come to Cancun, check out the deal at the &lt;a href="http://www.wrmn1410.com/catalog/index.asp"&gt;Radio Shopping &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD7wdgkrVI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vs_WnrNi8bM/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD7wdgkrVI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vs_WnrNi8bM/s320/IMG_3463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400092763190766930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrmn1410.com/catalog/index.asp"&gt;Show&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/"&gt;Omni Cancun&lt;/a&gt;.  I see it is down to $99 for a five night stay! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... so back to our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when we boarded the fairy.  Between getting wet and the motion of the boat, M was NOT happy.  Soon enough, they broke out the donuts and Sprite and he cheered up... almost enjoyed himself, as you can see here.  The girls just naturally love water and boats.  R was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD8I4JnD7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/orBZ1YD1Dqw/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD8I4JnD7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/orBZ1YD1Dqw/s200/IMG_3464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400093182659071922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happiest when she could stand by the side and feel the breeze in her hair.  Too bad we couldn't have gotten a shot from the outside of the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how the emcee on the boat ride could speak all the languages of the people on the tour.  In this case, Spanish (both Mexican and South American dialects), English (he made a great joke of quoting the times in "half-past" for the people from England and Scotland vs. "two-thirty" for the Americans) and even Japanese!  He started off in Spanish and I had a slight grasp of what he was saying.  Now I have an idea of what it is like to be an exchange student!  I would have figured most of what he was saying out, but I would have missed alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9dcBtRuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/itv-gg48w0s/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9dcBtRuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/itv-gg48w0s/s200/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094635398612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9mq5CjrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CucG6UN0PtY/s1600-h/IMG_3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9mq5CjrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CucG6UN0PtY/s200/IMG_3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094794007613106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9w0o-3HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V3HBMWXVaiQ/s1600-h/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD9w0o-3HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V3HBMWXVaiQ/s200/IMG_3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094968423308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we arrived at Dolphin Discovery, we went to the dock and the trainers came out and had the dolphins do tricks for us.  One of the staff was near where we were standing and he introduced us to the dolphins we were near and also told us about the three nursing dolphins and their moms who were in a special area. There are 25 dolphins at &lt;a href="http://www.dolphindiscovery.com/"&gt;Dolphin Discovery&lt;/a&gt;.  As it turned out, we had these same two dolphins, DaVinci and EeShell, in our Swim Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dolphin Discovery is like a day resort. There is a playground, a pool, a hammock garden and a restaurant/bar, plus gift shop and several play fountains.  It is on a small island, Isla Mujeres. (Woman Island - because they discovered some large Mayan statues of women there many years ago)  As we walked down the dock, one of the waiters started asking us if we were interested in purchasing the buffet and asked us to find him.  He would give us the all-inclusive buffet for $600 MXP.  When we got to the restaurant.  It was explained that you see the waiter to purchase your meal plan.  There was a sign posted stating the buffet was $15USD for adults and $6USD for children, so the price he quoted was fair.  However, I went to find him and couldn't, so another waiter, Israel, asked about my family and offered to not charge for R OR M, bringing the price down to $475MXP!  Our first deal of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEAZayD5LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IxK8b_FYB28/s1600-h/IMG_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEAZayD5LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IxK8b_FYB28/s320/IMG_3474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097864879957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids immediately noticed the playground and the cool swings by the bar we had seen in the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Travel-Kids-Artist-Not-Provided/dp/B00287Z1C0/ref=sr_1_24?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1257308171&amp;amp;sr=1-24"&gt;travel video&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEASXE40UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l6bvJhIUKwA/s1600-h/IMG_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEASXE40UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l6bvJhIUKwA/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097743626096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course Rosalita was just happy to see SAND!  John took M to the staging area for the Dolphin Encounter program. This program was billed as being suitable for ages 1-80 and great for non-swimmers.  From the pictures and even the travel video we watched, it seemed like participants were in shallow water with the dolphins.  What we discovered, was that the programs are held on a platform down in the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEAe3iK91I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hC7x-dqe8XY/s1600-h/IMG_3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEAe3iK91I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hC7x-dqe8XY/s320/IMG_3472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097958497285970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;water where you see the trainer standing in the picture above.  Miguel freaked and would not go down the stairs into the water.  So he and John just watched the program from the pier.  Not exactly my plan when forking over the cash, but I was proud of him for even considering it.  He's usually not one for adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEB_VyVp4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/B19kkXEtEk4/s1600-h/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEB_VyVp4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/B19kkXEtEk4/s320/IMG_3477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099615885600642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the boys were at their program, the girls enjoyed the pool and my personal favorite, the hammock garden.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvECMj0Sn6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/OSETaR9U5s8/s1600-h/IMG_3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvECMj0Sn6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/OSETaR9U5s8/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099842990186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was at this time I really decided  I love this type of vacation.  It really made me wonder why we go to Disneyworld and consider it a "vacation."  Our itinerary today sounded just as crazed as a day at the Magic Kingdom, but in reality, there was plenty of time for lounging, relaxing, talking, exploring and just enjoying the surroundings.  It was not at all crowded.  No lines, no waiting.  Just beautiful and relaxing.  I guess Disney has it's place... but maybe they should consider adding a hammock garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvECGAeB4hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QVOlhvl2o7k/s1600-h/IMG_3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvECGAeB4hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QVOlhvl2o7k/s320/IMG_3480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099730422358546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is E - doing her impression of a dolphin caught in a tuna net.  Please, only buy dolphin safe tuna.  It really IS impossible to get out of a net when trapped on your belly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon - the buffet opened.  Not spectacular, but convenient and reasonably priced.  At 12:15, we began our adventure.  They showed us the various hand signals for kissing, hugging, and dancing with the dolphins and then explained how we were going to be able to do a belly ride and a boogie board push.  Then, we went down into the water.  E couldn't touch and I was even a little intimidated and could understand M's hesitance.  I got to swim out first to do the belly ride and I was in awe that I was swimming in the Caribbean sea with huge animals!  I was amazed at how peaceful it was when the dolphin swam up.  I grabbed on to its dorsal fins and was pulled back to the ledge!  So cool!  I wished we could do that twice!   E was hesitant to try that, but I swam out with her and showed her how.  She did it one handed!  The video is very cool!  She did not want to do the boogie - board push (you hold on to a large kick board and the dolphin pushes your foot) so she got to do the belly ride twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming all day, we got to go to the downtown.&lt;br /&gt;The kids bought some overpriced masks from "Cheapo Philipo"  He lured us into his shop and dumped out a huge bag of these things for the kids to try.  He started out at $400 MXP - EACH! Kept making me offers on the silver.  Said his shop is new and he can discount the prices.  In the end, he gives us two masks for $400MXP and the kids are happy.  I'm skeptical, but he is very nice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEE45JDT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hyDmvxw9CeE/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEE45JDT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hyDmvxw9CeE/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400102803651907506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M is obsessed with sombreros and insists he is going to buy one.  I keep telling him I don't think we can get one home on the plane!  He sure wears it well though.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEFH4J9uAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-jZ4hIVqQws/s1600-h/IMG_3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEFH4J9uAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-jZ4hIVqQws/s320/IMG_3486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400103061085337602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Isla downtown shopping area is very much like the Mexico you read about.  The people are hanging out in front of their shops and will do anything to get you to stop and buy something.  They haggle the price, they open the door and invite you in.  It was a neat experience.  We go to the beach for a little while and the kids are in heaven.  The water is warm and calm, the sand is soft.  We have to leave too soon for them.  We run the gauntlet of more shops and stop to buy a t-shirt, then get to the boat just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back to Dolphin Discovery, R is FINALLY asleep.  No nap all day.  I go to the customer service kiosk to see if they have been able to arrange any sort of refund for the Encounter the boys skipped.  They give me a generous photo/dvd package and I am thrilled!  I really wanted the DVD, but didn't want to spend $40USD for it.  Deal of the day number 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHWbv4ACI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HMGI2HbZD-M/s1600-h/IMG_3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHWbv4ACI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HMGI2HbZD-M/s320/IMG_3489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400105510181011490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we return to El Embarcadero, all of the pirate ships that offer dinner cruises are lit up.  There are various "Pirates of the Caribbean" strolling about, so we get some pictures.  There was an amazing full moon we saw rise - you can see it in the photo on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHi2U1VmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q1q_VhiLiKg/s1600-h/IMG_3494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHi2U1VmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q1q_VhiLiKg/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400105723473778274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHvR1tlVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WTpXtD-aL8w/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEHvR1tlVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WTpXtD-aL8w/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400105937017869650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for dinner.  We walked quite a way until we got to a light so we could cross the street to catch a bus.  This is a very strange thing about the main drag here.  It is not very pedestrian friendly, yet there are a ton of pedestrians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled on checking out &lt;a href="http://cancun-hotels.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g150807-d813756-Reviews-El_Shrimp_Bucket-Cancun_Yucatan_Peninsula.html"&gt;El Shrimp Bucket&lt;/a&gt;  John and I tried the "All You Can Eat" Shrimp deal - beer battered, coconut and breaded shrimp for $20USD per person.  The waiter kept teasing us that the record is 216 shrimp!  We vowed to beat it... it made me think of the Simpson's Episode where he sues the all you can eat seafood buffet.  I can't find any clips on You Tube, but if you can, send them to me!  As it turned out, we each got through about a bucket and a half.  It was delicious!  The restaurant was very clean.  No ADA laws in Cancun however, the bathrooms are tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we were able to walk back to our resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed and grateful for my wonderful children!  They really enjoyed themselves today (in between minor meltdowns) and I heard very little complaining.  M and John were strategizing about how we could move down here (John could teach golf, E could teach bike riding...).  On the ferry on the way back, E pointed out that she will be ten in 14months.  When I asked her where she wants to go for her 10th birthday, she says, "Mexico!"  And at dinner, she says, "when we leave, well, if you can get me outta here!"  All this from the girl who didn't want to come on this vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to bed.  Tomorrow is Xel-Ha and Tulum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-3587542270253985210?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/3587542270253985210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-one-isla-mujeres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3587542270253985210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3587542270253985210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancun-09-day-one-isla-mujeres.html' title='Cancun 09 - Day One - Isla Mujeres'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvEFAY6eKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPadhhJ-8l8/s72-c/IMG_3488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-3432075584821408377</id><published>2009-11-03T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:18:07.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unplug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancun'/><title type='text'>Change - Combiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD1v1UGN1I/AAAAAAAAADo/DTq0F3Bekw0/s1600-h/IMG_3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD1v1UGN1I/AAAAAAAAADo/DTq0F3Bekw0/s320/IMG_3462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400086155331254098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's &lt;a href="http://unplugyourkids.com/2009/10/25/change-weekly-unplugged-project/"&gt;Unplug Your Kids theme was - Change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the week packing, cleaning and running errands.  Seemed much like every other week. Except that all of our tasks were leading up to our big vacation to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 7:30AM, we started our day in the lobby - "changing" our money into Mexican Pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire day out on Isla Mujeres and had many opportunities to practice our math while figuring out what things cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other changes included the kids being thrilled to be in Mexico, several changes of plan as we learned more about where we were going and what we were doing and a huge change in diet as we enjoyed the all inclusive nature of our lunch package and I dropped all dietary restrictions for the day, including the moratorium on orange soda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day! See the other posts to hear all about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-3432075584821408377?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/3432075584821408377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-combiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3432075584821408377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3432075584821408377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-combiar.html' title='Change - Combiar'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SvD1v1UGN1I/AAAAAAAAADo/DTq0F3Bekw0/s72-c/IMG_3462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-8222514567990132891</id><published>2009-10-25T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:24:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity Halloween Party 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUkg9wvL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZV-nOp1lHb8/s1600-h/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUkg9wvL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZV-nOp1lHb8/s320/IMG_3181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396759877226803058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favorite events at our church- &lt;a href="http://www.uccl.org/"&gt;Unity Church of Crystal Lake&lt;/a&gt; is the annual Halloween bash.  It came early this year, since Halloween falls on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years past, my kids have had any number of store bought costumes to choose from.  I think they were addicted.  At one point I called a costume moratorium because they each had about 5 and their not the kind of kids to wear them year round either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a few years since we bought costumes and I was sure I'd get the constant pestering, nagging and harassing when the catalogs started coming in the mail.   I figured I might need to give in because directing to costumes that were too small wasn't going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M of course talked about being various Star Wars characters and asked for a snazzy costume from the magazine.  When I pointed out it was $60, he thought long and hard and said ... "nah... I can do something else."  I fully intended to go to Joann's and get some brown felt and make a Jedi costume for him... but it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of weeks, E was talking about being a cat.  But somewhere along the line, she and her friend Katie cooked up a plan to go as pioneer sisters.  E asked for a black turtle neck and some black boots and I just stalled around and ... well... like the Jedi costume... they n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUk0B5jTOI/AAAAAAAAACw/K86VC93rzGo/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUk0B5jTOI/AAAAAAAAACw/K86VC93rzGo/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760204755029218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ever materialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we were invited to a party at the fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2786458&amp;amp;id=589077123#/profile.php?id=1311464969&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Nolans   &lt;/a&gt;I hadn't been feeling my best on Thursday, so I didn't really tell them we were going until Friday morning.  They bounced around and were costumed up in a flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer girl and "a stranger" from Star Wars.  Oh yes, I'd been planning a Marilyn Monroe costume for R, but... guess what... I DID buy some big sunglasses, but as for the rest of it... it never happened.  Luckily she had a hand-me-down Tinkerbell costume with the matching shoes in the closet.  She loved it.  She wore it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast on Friday.  They were so excited going to bed on Saturday night in anticipation of the big day at church on Sunday.  Ok... well, maybe I'm just a mean, self-centered mom.  I ran around on Saturday and managed to purchase a few items for my own costume.  John had stopped into the costume shop during the week and picked up his one necessary prop.  Well, we never got any guff.  I think they were really happy to be putting together costumes from what they had around the house.&lt;br /&gt;The kids go to "youth ed" at church and today they had &lt;a href="http://www.madscience.com/AboutUs/index.aspx"&gt;Mad Science&lt;/a&gt; presenting on dry ice, the kids made puking pumpkins and slime.  Luckily, I don't believe any slime made it home.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, there is a big potluck.  And then the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUtungAOsI/AAAAAAAAADY/QuVKZv6XAy4/s1600-h/P1010287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUtungAOsI/AAAAAAAAADY/QuVKZv6XAy4/s320/P1010287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396770007373855426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is M, doing the infamous... Eat the Donut Off The String Game.  It took him like, 30 minutes because he has no front teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUpnQZ59MI/AAAAAAAAADA/d-iujEfaQgI/s1600-h/P1010223_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUpnQZ59MI/AAAAAAAAADA/d-iujEfaQgI/s320/P1010223_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396765482868667586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R figured out the trick right away... just go take a prize from the black prize buckets near each game.  Though, she had been "taking" things all day... she helped herself to three juice boxes from the snack cart in the big kid's classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUxT3nU8yI/AAAAAAAAADg/JpQkx2igzm0/s1600-h/P1010236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUxT3nU8yI/AAAAAAAAADg/JpQkx2igzm0/s320/P1010236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396773945889583906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the voting for costumes.&lt;br /&gt;The Gibson-Wetterholts cleaned up!&lt;br /&gt;E won for best kid costume.  Her friend V won for most original&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUrN9rD4EI/AAAAAAAAADI/6ECCrleNnpg/s1600-h/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUrN9rD4EI/AAAAAAAAADI/6ECCrleNnpg/s320/P1010293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396767247366873154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think the coolest thing about E's victory is that she put that entire costume together from things she had at home, ALL BY HERSELF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the pictures from the two different days, it took her a try or two to find just the right shirt to go under her dress.  And yes, the hat is small.  We got it 3 years ago at the Lincoln Museum in Springfield, IL.  I'm so proud of her for sticking with her vision.  She's been reading Little House on the Prairie every night before bed and is really enjoying the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... the big surprise of the day... John and I won for best couples costume!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUshlk5VJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aMxBML_raHs/s1600-h/P1010235_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUshlk5VJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aMxBML_raHs/s320/P1010235_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768684007576722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is the Swine Flu and I am the remedy.  I have syringes of LOVE and REST and medicine spoons of FORGIVENESS AND GRATITUDE and Vitamin D and Trace Minerals on a lanyard.  And I have soap and chicken soup in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very exciting morning.  Thanks Rev Tom and Ms. Marie and Ms. Maria for all the hard work that goes into this event.  We really appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-8222514567990132891?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/8222514567990132891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/unity-halloween-party-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8222514567990132891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8222514567990132891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/unity-halloween-party-2009.html' title='Unity Halloween Party 2009'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuUkg9wvL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZV-nOp1lHb8/s72-c/IMG_3181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-8777415303040571843</id><published>2009-10-24T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:18:04.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unplug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage'/><title type='text'>The Letter B</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://unplugyourkids.com/"&gt;"Unplug Your Kids"&lt;/a&gt; project theme was "The Letter B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the kids last week to start thinking of places we could go, things we could do or make that would fit the theme.   They had a few ideas... like going to "Bucky Beese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-we-assume.html"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday, and even figured out how to share my blog with Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked on Thursday ... Brownies! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to &lt;a href="http://www.gifthomeschool.org/"&gt;GIFT&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday, I was reminded of something that I loved to do when I was in school... making collages.  So I suggested that the kids start finding pictures in magazines that start with B and we could make a collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a shoebox and suggested M go around the house and find things that start with B and put them in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wed I assumed they would just sit down and happily cut and paste while &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/kara.repsys?ref=ts"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; and I made &lt;a href="http://www.savingdinner.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=20&amp;amp;zenid=2uf3nq7g7i29hudn7qk1m1mj93"&gt;freezer meals&lt;/a&gt;.  Well, E went at it with gusto, cutting babies and boys from the American Girl catalog.  M was immediately bored and went on to other things.  R was just happy to have scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pasted some pictures to the paper and was "done"! But it didn't look like a collage to me and I didn't know how to explain "collage" effectively.  A Google search brought up all types of complicated explanations of what a collage should "really" be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOIzC0VQnI/AAAAAAAAACg/zCLeQaCqrGs/s1600-h/IMG_3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOIzC0VQnI/AAAAAAAAACg/zCLeQaCqrGs/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396307189031060082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sigh, I thought maybe the fact that cutting out pictures and gluing them together was so exciting when I was 9 had something to do with just how mundane formal schooling was.  But, determined to find out if collages are really fun or not, I sat down Friday night with a stack of magazines and started cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John had taken the kids out to run errands and to dinner, because I was feeling a little under the weather.  I thought I might just go to bed, but it turns out the creative therapy hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had started out using a piece of larger 11X16 paper, and I thought that may have made it too overwhelming.  So I started off using a smaller piece of paper, but soon found I could easily fill up the larger sheet.  Here is a picture of my collage and below is a scan. The scan is in two parts and some things got cut out&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOGl0PrPKI/AAAAAAAAACY/X7WgOj9Gd3k/s1600-h/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOGl0PrPKI/AAAAAAAAACY/X7WgOj9Gd3k/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396304762757659810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the items are obvious, but even John had to ask why a few things made it.  So, here is a list from upper left to lower right of all the items... can you find them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boots&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Box with Bow&lt;br /&gt;Bags&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Bozo&lt;br /&gt;Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuODprB7XlI/AAAAAAAAACA/QL51_azoCX8/s1600-h/1carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuODprB7XlI/AAAAAAAAACA/QL51_azoCX8/s320/1carla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396301530468671058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOFBy7WqPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mQ6V5Hqeh7A/s1600-h/2carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOFBy7WqPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mQ6V5Hqeh7A/s320/2carla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396303044417071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorben&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blanke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bundt&lt;br /&gt;Bottle of Booze&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo (or "Broad" or "Barbie")&lt;br /&gt;Bird&lt;br /&gt;Boo-boo&lt;br /&gt;Bins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broom (one on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left and the right)&lt;br /&gt;Baker Bab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ies&lt;br /&gt;Bandana&lt;br /&gt;Brother-in-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bear&lt;br /&gt;Bag&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bucket&lt;br /&gt;Bunny Boot&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bathrobe (cut off a bit in the scan)&lt;br /&gt;Brenna&lt;br /&gt;Brown Coat&lt;br /&gt;Bubba&lt;br /&gt;Business woman (she's cut off the scans)&lt;br /&gt;Bear&lt;br /&gt;Baby Rose&lt;br /&gt;Bacci&lt;br /&gt;Hair Brushes&lt;br /&gt;Paint Brushes&lt;br /&gt;Blade&lt;br /&gt;Bulbs&lt;br /&gt;Box&lt;br /&gt;Boots&lt;br /&gt;Bride&lt;br /&gt;Board Game&lt;br /&gt;Boob in a Blue Bra&lt;br /&gt;Backyard&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the kids came home when I was about 3/4 of the way through cutting.  They were jazzed and jumped in with cutting.  R wanted to "help" me and put some of the glue on the backs (and on the fronts which is by "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bubble wrap&lt;/span&gt;" didn't make it in the collage.  And surely no artist has ever uttered "Please keep the cheese off of my collage!" as many times during a creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M just cut and cut and kept giving me things... but not many were "B" worthy.  E helped me cut the "B" words when R was nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict:  Making collages IS fun!  I can't remember if we had to follow a theme when we were in school.  Probably.  E cut out a bunch of dresses and other winter things but still couldn't see the point of overlapping the pictures.  I guess I'll have to let that go for now.  And apologies to all the real artists out there who feel collage should be presented as more than just a cutting and pasting exercise.  Someday I'll evolve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-8777415303040571843?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/8777415303040571843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8777415303040571843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8777415303040571843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-b.html' title='The Letter B'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SuOIzC0VQnI/AAAAAAAAACg/zCLeQaCqrGs/s72-c/IMG_3195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-8260805342315281851</id><published>2009-10-21T02:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:15:34.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homelessness'/><title type='text'>What We Assume</title><content type='html'>Almost from the minute I spotted her... I assumed she was homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting in Starbucks, she had a cup of coffee, she was listening to an iPod.  She had a suitcase next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have been from out of town.   She could have been a retired person who was going into the city for a day and stopped at Starbucks before her train.  She could have figured out at her age that the only people that benefit from carrying a heavy purse are Louis Vuitton and your chiropractor. Any number of possibilities, but my first thought was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"homeless person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I might have been sure to navigate the kids to a seat on the other side of the shop so we wouldn't have to interact with a "person like that." But on this day, at 10AM on a Monday morning, Starbucks is PACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm just paranoid, but I know the other customers were eyeballing me and making some judgments of their own: Lady... with kids... three kids... loud kids... why aren't those kids in school?... please don't sit by me with your kids...can't you take them to McDonald's instead of Starbucks? ... Starbucks is for "adults"... OK, whatever, I'm paranoid but I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're expecting to meet up with three or four other moms (and their noisy kids) and the tables with the most available seats are right near the woman.  So we go over and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away she makes eye contact and starts talking about what is playing on her iPod.  She is complimentary of my children.  She has no front teeth.  She has long gray hair.  Her eyes are happy and she seems full of joy.  I still assume she's homeless. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Oh, it's 'Love Story' my favorite song!"  I make a comment about how my 8 year old loves that song too.   My 8 year old agrees, reluctantly drawn into a conversation with this "stranger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner radar flips on... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't let your kids get friendly and talk with her! She's homeless!  She could be dangerous!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristically, my kids are a bit shy and reserved around complete strangers.  Not that I've taught them "stranger danger" but I have always tried to respect their inner compass and I've never forced them to be polite if they don't seem like they want to.  I'm not forcing now, just being polite and somewhat uncharacteristically engaged with this person... who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"obviously homeless"&lt;/span&gt;  but also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"obviously harmless"&lt;/span&gt;... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she's gone.  Where did she go?  I got distracted by my little, not quite two year old, tornado and didn't notice her leave.  One, two, three... all my kids are still with me.  Whew... safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend comes in and parks her baby by us and goes to get a drink with her 3 year old.  Another friend comes in and takes the seat next to the lady's.  Sees the suitcase and asks, "Is someone sitting there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Yes, but I'm not sure where she went. The bathroom maybe?"  Her suitcase is there.  Her coffee cup is there.  And again, a string of judgments run through my mind... she went out for a smoke... she saw someone outside who looked like they'd give her money... she's in the bathroom... why?  She smiled, she was polite, she was clean... teeth or no teeth, her clothes were clean... she could afford a $4 coffee... so why was I so judgmental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back.  Any other customer would have been miffed that we had invaded her space so completely.  She smiled at the baby and said "No problem" when I apologized for the stroller blocking the way.  She took her seat and asked my 8 year old about another song.  She cooed at the baby and commented on how quiet she was.  She talked to the tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listened to her iPod more... then she confirmed it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son is in Afghanistan.  That's why I'm at PADS.  I go from church to church.  I'm waiting for Section 8 to come through.  My son has a lawyer working on it for me. They have that for military families - "family law benefits."  But, he can't get any other benefits for me because 'I'm just his mother'.  Twelve hours in labor with that boy! And 'I'm JUST his mother' and he can't get any benefits for me."  This (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confession?&lt;/span&gt;) all delivered with a smile... without malice... or victimization or JUDGMENT... just acceptance of where she was at in her life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe living with one suitcase, when your children are grown and you have a son who can be sure you have an iPod and some pocket change for Starbucks is freeing at that age.  No house to clean, no chores to attend to, nothing to worry about.  Just go from place to place.  Watch the world go by in Starbucks or at the library until PADS opens in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the book 'The Glass Castle' but I didn't detect any of the desperation or derangement that seemed to keep those people in their situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that DD became very animated and engaged when she heard, "Afghanistan".  Though she claimed to not "get" 'Three Cups of Tea', she did connect it to the mention of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I asked her what she thought of that woman we met at the coffee shop.  She shrugged.  All she remembered was that her son was in "Pakistan" ...Me: "No, Afghanistan" but they are near each other.  Then I said, "It's not often we have a conversation with a homeless person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look of confusion... "She was homeless?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, remember, she said she was living at PADS.  Did you notice her suitcase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden you could just feel my daughter being hit by the enormity of the situation.  "Everything she owned was in that one suitcase! And she doesn't even have a roof over her head or anything? And she lives at PADS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... she seemed to pull the balance of the conversation out of the recess of her seemingly inexhaustible, yet very selective memory (selective as in: "I remember you said we could go for ice cream if it was over 90 in July" but, "I FORGOT you asked me to pick up my clothes.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She gave birth to her son, but he can't get an help to get her a place to live.  Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can only get benefits for your dependents.  Your wife, your children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But not your PARENTS!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inadequate and muttered response was drowned out by the hustle and bustle of getting dinner on the table and attending to the tornado that is my toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD was distracted and didn't press for clarification or details.  But, I'm sure a seed was planted.  And maybe someday, that seed will grow into something more so that when I walk in to Starbucks and see an older woman with long hair, no teeth and a suitcase, I can assume something other than "homeless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, my daughter will be just as caring and attentive to me at that age... even if I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; her mother.  After all, I was in labor for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THIRTY HOURS&lt;/span&gt; with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-8260805342315281851?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/8260805342315281851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-we-assume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8260805342315281851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/8260805342315281851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-we-assume.html' title='What We Assume'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-3781063382191466963</id><published>2009-10-14T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:51:04.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A64060" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=80IIxagBGnChXVwQ&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=80IIxagBGnChXVwQ&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=80IIxagBGnChXVwQ&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such unbelievably cool technology!  Give it a try and share your results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-3781063382191466963?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/3781063382191466963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3781063382191466963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/3781063382191466963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-6694048172796060733</id><published>2009-10-14T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:26:48.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheels'/><title type='text'>Wheel Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX7AOlkpeI/AAAAAAAAABA/UqfuZ1u_DT8/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX7AOlkpeI/AAAAAAAAABA/UqfuZ1u_DT8/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392492110180296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that today we would do "wheel" projects as suggested on &lt;a href="http://unplugyourkids.com/"&gt;Unplug Your Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually brainstormed last night and made a "schedule" of projects.&lt;br /&gt;This AM I announced it was wheel day.  I started by asking E &amp;amp; M to consider what makes something a "wheel" versus just being a circle or sphere.  We decide that wheels usually move things.  Rose was not left out... she painted, she cut, she glued... and of course we sang "Wheels on the Bus" for her several times too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Make Cheerio wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8n6bUi8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/wcyUEPteE_4/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8n6bUi8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/wcyUEPteE_4/s200/IMG_3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392493891474983874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E- I made a circle &amp;amp; 20 lines with 1 cheerio in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;And a old fashioned wheel,(pictured below)&lt;br /&gt;And a butterfly with cheerios as the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX825FekXI/AAAAAAAAABg/XuF7lFDg0cI/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX825FekXI/AAAAAAAAABg/XuF7lFDg0cI/s200/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392494148812968306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's Cheerio Wheel... with a little help from Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - Color wheels using ideas from a few different websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX3vkysyjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M_50W_RQgdg/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX3vkysyjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M_50W_RQgdg/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488525548276274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a9b67d8e8bf423f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9b67d8e8bf423f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5331616BF5175BED42A030DD22B4AB5313AA47FA.16C88F1ED51FE73BCBC4E942CAEC58AF797D1E22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9b67d8e8bf423f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD9Jgr3_sgKz5U-OpNtLRvlIOs1Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9b67d8e8bf423f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331542883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5331616BF5175BED42A030DD22B4AB5313AA47FA.16C88F1ED51FE73BCBC4E942CAEC58AF797D1E22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9b67d8e8bf423f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD9Jgr3_sgKz5U-OpNtLRvlIOs1Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally - a "wheel" photo scavenger hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX4M3M6dwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dyHPOcHB6tU/s1600-h/IMG_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX4M3M6dwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dyHPOcHB6tU/s200/IMG_3149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392489028706268930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX4jS4r5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_xTpjXntL0A/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX4jS4r5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_xTpjXntL0A/s200/IMG_3148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392489414094742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E's - The microwave turntable (moves the food)          The Clock arms are moved by a wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX6BHKcqkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1duA7sPIzeU/s1600-h/IMG_3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX6BHKcqkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1duA7sPIzeU/s200/IMG_3436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392491025855720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX6XsNb9NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gaaJvzJt2Is/s1600-h/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX6XsNb9NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gaaJvzJt2Is/s200/IMG_3427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392491413757490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M's - The wheels of the Mach 5                                                                                  A truck wheel&lt;br /&gt;Plus the photo at the top of the van wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot!  I found some instructions for making a&lt;a href="http://creative.lego.com/en-us/Familytime/buildinginstructions/BuildingInstructionsmonthly.aspx?month=September&amp;amp;year=2009"&gt; lego globe&lt;/a&gt;!  M was completely frustrated, but E stuck with it... though it doesn't look like a globe... you can see we made something roundish from something square... maybe a tree representing the colors on our color wheel!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StYJs3OVQ3I/AAAAAAAAABw/z3-oF_z88fY/s1600-h/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StYJs3OVQ3I/AAAAAAAAABw/z3-oF_z88fY/s200/IMG_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392508270165705586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StYJjDRSirI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9f3cEVuhwI/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StYJjDRSirI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9f3cEVuhwI/s200/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392508101600643762" 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/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8fXs8syI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ddeu65Bbzgo/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8fXs8syI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ddeu65Bbzgo/s200/IMG_3157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392493744714724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8vWlw6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/0h4Th-YofYI/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8vWlw6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/0h4Th-YofYI/s200/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392494019294062850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX8vWlw6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/0h4Th-YofYI/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-6694048172796060733?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/6694048172796060733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheel-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/6694048172796060733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/6694048172796060733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheel-day.html' title='Wheel Day!'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/StX7AOlkpeI/AAAAAAAAABA/UqfuZ1u_DT8/s72-c/IMG_3437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27301686.post-114637783751599276</id><published>2006-04-30T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:17:17.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Welcome to our new family BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27301686-114637783751599276?l=gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/feeds/114637783751599276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/114637783751599276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27301686/posts/default/114637783751599276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibson-wetterholt.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-saturday.html' title='A Perfect Saturday'/><author><name>Carla Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197398716478510838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILMG5z-N7uo/SyPV4bl4gJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Ex15Sc23C8/S220/09promopic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
