<?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-267619957018299777</id><updated>2011-12-11T12:00:01.338-08:00</updated><category term='Army'/><category term='reading'/><category term='animals'/><category term='technology'/><category term='David'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Tayla'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Lois'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='films'/><category term='Camille'/><category term='geek'/><category term='photos'/><category term='travel'/><category term='hulu'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='food'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='family'/><category term='house'/><category term='Liam'/><category term='Anton'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='run'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='money'/><category term='humor'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>David Kleparek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1549459175764391852</id><published>2011-12-11T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:00:01.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Park</title><content type='html'>On south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whidbey&lt;/span&gt; Island, there is a park called Discovery Park that I remember helping to build back 15 or more years ago. We've visited the park a couple times since living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl9jvxFzOCg/TuKDQNjuQnI/AAAAAAAACy8/9HiBUotqhtw/s1600/09%2BPark01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684249994235626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl9jvxFzOCg/TuKDQNjuQnI/AAAAAAAACy8/9HiBUotqhtw/s400/09%2BPark01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; had it her way, she may never leave the park. It is one of her favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAnjkY998IQ/TuKDPljm0lI/AAAAAAAACyw/08KU7XGbv5w/s1600/09%2BPark02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684249983497720402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAnjkY998IQ/TuKDPljm0lI/AAAAAAAACyw/08KU7XGbv5w/s400/09%2BPark02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; loves the swing in particular. We decided to make it easy and stick both of the kids in the same swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRoTqMxbbS8/TuKDPWgpWpI/AAAAAAAACyk/OJrfKQVO0VM/s1600/09%2BPark03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684249979458771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRoTqMxbbS8/TuKDPWgpWpI/AAAAAAAACyk/OJrfKQVO0VM/s400/09%2BPark03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1549459175764391852?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1549459175764391852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1549459175764391852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1549459175764391852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/park.html' title='Park'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl9jvxFzOCg/TuKDQNjuQnI/AAAAAAAACy8/9HiBUotqhtw/s72-c/09%2BPark01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8564279404713163032</id><published>2011-12-10T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:00:01.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>One of the first things I did when we moved to Washington was go fishing. The kids didn't have patience to sit in a confined little boat for very long so it was rather hard to fish with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a sun starfish while fishing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; poked it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lkxz-26sFqc/TuJ_H-NoZ7I/AAAAAAAACyU/hmX1KB8fOqY/s1600/08%2BFish01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684245454630971314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lkxz-26sFqc/TuJ_H-NoZ7I/AAAAAAAACyU/hmX1KB8fOqY/s400/08%2BFish01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went crabbing a couple times and caught some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dungeness&lt;/span&gt; crabs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to risk touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MZOTZQUl9k/TuJ_HlXgVqI/AAAAAAAACyI/6zNtLOFoa-g/s1600/08%2BFish02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684245447961499298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MZOTZQUl9k/TuJ_HlXgVqI/AAAAAAAACyI/6zNtLOFoa-g/s400/08%2BFish02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dungeness&lt;/span&gt; crabs have to be at least 6 1/4 inches in order to keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it's possible to just throw them in boiling water to cook them. I went a less stinky way and shelled and cleaned the crabs before baking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGD5lMHpLw8/TuJ_Guawb3I/AAAAAAAACx8/XvkB8IjEPnQ/s1600/08%2BFish03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684245433211187058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGD5lMHpLw8/TuJ_Guawb3I/AAAAAAAACx8/XvkB8IjEPnQ/s400/08%2BFish03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille took it from there and prepared the crab with butter and garlic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not much of a crab eater myself, and crab is so annoying to break apart and get the meat out that I'd just assume not eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zx96mj5DFg/TuJ_GGuXyZI/AAAAAAAACxw/gX6UgrT-SUU/s1600/08%2BFish04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684245422556039570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zx96mj5DFg/TuJ_GGuXyZI/AAAAAAAACxw/gX6UgrT-SUU/s400/08%2BFish04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8564279404713163032?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8564279404713163032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8564279404713163032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8564279404713163032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lkxz-26sFqc/TuJ_H-NoZ7I/AAAAAAAACyU/hmX1KB8fOqY/s72-c/08%2BFish01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2394653542216537942</id><published>2011-12-09T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:32:42.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Liam</title><content type='html'>When we first moved to Washington back in March. Liam was only starting to move himself around on the floor. He found our plasma ball and tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy0XsOS-VIA/TuJ9ucELfLI/AAAAAAAACxk/h4TUN4dEh1I/s1600/07%2BLiam01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684243916456164530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy0XsOS-VIA/TuJ9ucELfLI/AAAAAAAACxk/h4TUN4dEh1I/s400/07%2BLiam01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's such a silly kid. Here he is wearing my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvxDnUcKFaw/TuJ9uPRdV6I/AAAAAAAACxY/2azu4nioG5k/s1600/07%2BLiam02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684243913022199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvxDnUcKFaw/TuJ9uPRdV6I/AAAAAAAACxY/2azu4nioG5k/s400/07%2BLiam02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2394653542216537942?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2394653542216537942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/liam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2394653542216537942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2394653542216537942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/liam.html' title='Liam'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy0XsOS-VIA/TuJ9ucELfLI/AAAAAAAACxk/h4TUN4dEh1I/s72-c/07%2BLiam01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8733233428036169228</id><published>2011-12-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:00:02.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Monterey</title><content type='html'>Back when we were spending our last few weeks in California, I had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; for some military processing. We all decided to go together and have a little vacation and see the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; Aquarium that is a very popular place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCloiVKIqSw/Tt1SaVEgphI/AAAAAAAACxI/7hvSraxVa50/s1600/06%2BMont01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788917097571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCloiVKIqSw/Tt1SaVEgphI/AAAAAAAACxI/7hvSraxVa50/s400/06%2BMont01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This particular angle of the aquarium was also seen in Star Trek 4, where the whales were living. There were no whales there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXgl_iaob60/Tt1SZapy8JI/AAAAAAAACw8/lNGo1zfLyis/s1600/06%2BMont02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788901416267922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXgl_iaob60/Tt1SZapy8JI/AAAAAAAACw8/lNGo1zfLyis/s400/06%2BMont02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; both thought the fish were interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_zdgX9z2rw/Tt1SYs3QaFI/AAAAAAAACww/f2ws8aOjeXQ/s1600/06%2BMont03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788889124694098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_zdgX9z2rw/Tt1SYs3QaFI/AAAAAAAACww/f2ws8aOjeXQ/s400/06%2BMont03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went down on the beach for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COBTR33QEEU/Tt1SYH5BApI/AAAAAAAACwk/apfBdHOQFdE/s1600/06%2BMont04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788879199961746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COBTR33QEEU/Tt1SYH5BApI/AAAAAAAACwk/apfBdHOQFdE/s400/06%2BMont04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT_rR2Qw5Ec/Tt1Rx1SBQ3I/AAAAAAAACwU/A8CQVzLHzQY/s1600/06%2BMont05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788221369533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT_rR2Qw5Ec/Tt1Rx1SBQ3I/AAAAAAAACwU/A8CQVzLHzQY/s400/06%2BMont05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Fisherman's Wharf, a fellow was letting kids hold his parrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkHNkFCqSZY/Tt1RxGqMQGI/AAAAAAAACwM/EOfe7IXOPJM/s1600/06%2BMont06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788208854450274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkHNkFCqSZY/Tt1RxGqMQGI/AAAAAAAACwM/EOfe7IXOPJM/s400/06%2BMont06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was nervous, but Liam was just confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bx4CLVKX1o4/Tt1RwvvvGMI/AAAAAAAACwA/9NnPfgu9Oik/s1600/06%2BMont07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788202703689922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bx4CLVKX1o4/Tt1RwvvvGMI/AAAAAAAACwA/9NnPfgu9Oik/s400/06%2BMont07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this bicycle type of contraption that looked really cool. I'd love to have it, but it probably wouldn't fit in the bike lane on most roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPxNkDKpogA/Tt1RwXk4DTI/AAAAAAAACv0/00RUFBvXz9Y/s1600/06%2BMont08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682788196215688498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPxNkDKpogA/Tt1RwXk4DTI/AAAAAAAACv0/00RUFBvXz9Y/s400/06%2BMont08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8733233428036169228?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8733233428036169228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/monterey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8733233428036169228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8733233428036169228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/monterey.html' title='Monterey'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCloiVKIqSw/Tt1SaVEgphI/AAAAAAAACxI/7hvSraxVa50/s72-c/06%2BMont01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2257407803208928669</id><published>2011-12-03T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:00:04.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Space Museum</title><content type='html'>Back in February, we went to visit the Discovery Museum in Sacramento. There were many child-friendly displays. We had a lot of fun dressing up and playing with the buttons as if we were inside a spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iD1b4fQsc/TtlCcz6JMqI/AAAAAAAACvo/rr_hALhL7sU/s1600/04%2BSpace02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681645467642442402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iD1b4fQsc/TtlCcz6JMqI/AAAAAAAACvo/rr_hALhL7sU/s400/04%2BSpace02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a section of the museum that had some animals like spiders, lizards and the rare Child Eating Bunny of This Small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubby&lt;/span&gt;-Hole. It was pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681645450020105938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a47MPTCpx44/TtlCbyQprtI/AAAAAAAACvc/ni9YoiYGTLM/s400/04%2BSpace03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDDnq9vO-Lw/TtlCbnT29UI/AAAAAAAACvQ/m3M0iQYudO0/s1600/04%2BSpace04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681645447080768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDDnq9vO-Lw/TtlCbnT29UI/AAAAAAAACvQ/m3M0iQYudO0/s400/04%2BSpace04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; climbed up on a stool to look at one of the displays. I turned my back for a couple seconds and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; fell off. She must have knocked her head pretty hard because she immediately started screaming very... very loudly. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2257407803208928669?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2257407803208928669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/space-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2257407803208928669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2257407803208928669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/space-museum.html' title='Space Museum'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iD1b4fQsc/TtlCcz6JMqI/AAAAAAAACvo/rr_hALhL7sU/s72-c/04%2BSpace02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3391352421368839583</id><published>2011-12-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:23:22.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Tayla</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I last posted, but late is better than never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from earlier this year... January and February, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tayla enjoying a bedtime story with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0lNWvlgVj0/TtlATVO6VPI/AAAAAAAACvE/xImhgpAA7vw/s1600/03%2BTayla01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643105765971186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0lNWvlgVj0/TtlATVO6VPI/AAAAAAAACvE/xImhgpAA7vw/s400/03%2BTayla01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves sitting on the counter doing here hair and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or6lbKPsv9E/TtlASkEjdMI/AAAAAAAACu4/AJ_OduojrYE/s1600/03%2BTayla02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643092569191618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or6lbKPsv9E/TtlASkEjdMI/AAAAAAAACu4/AJ_OduojrYE/s400/03%2BTayla02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that Tayla goes, Bear is sure to follow. Bear is obviously hungry. Maybe he's testing out the cat food to make sure it's safe for Miss Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mol4EkSMc4/TtlASOnTUqI/AAAAAAAACus/KCc2dxJZ9hc/s1600/03%2BTayla03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643086809354914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mol4EkSMc4/TtlASOnTUqI/AAAAAAAACus/KCc2dxJZ9hc/s400/03%2BTayla03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3391352421368839583?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3391352421368839583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/tayla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3391352421368839583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3391352421368839583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/12/tayla.html' title='Tayla'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0lNWvlgVj0/TtlATVO6VPI/AAAAAAAACvE/xImhgpAA7vw/s72-c/03%2BTayla01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5391642312502274115</id><published>2011-05-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:16:33.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; favorite toys was her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schleich&lt;/span&gt; giraffe so one day we decided to take a trip to the Sacramento Zoo during a time when we could feed the giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was amazed at how big the giraffe was compared to her toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TH86U4aJVQA/TclDcBlcFAI/AAAAAAAACss/1XC-Ro-d0HY/s1600/IMG_3680%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085359980155906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TH86U4aJVQA/TclDcBlcFAI/AAAAAAAACss/1XC-Ro-d0HY/s400/IMG_3680%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; to feed the giraffe, we let Liam hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OM5B9c2r29M/TclDb29_OcI/AAAAAAAACsk/esJhFiJDW2U/s1600/IMG_3684%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085357130332610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OM5B9c2r29M/TclDb29_OcI/AAAAAAAACsk/esJhFiJDW2U/s400/IMG_3684%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The helper picked out some food that the giraffe would like to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqXe_hrt-d4/TclDbRG4tHI/AAAAAAAACsc/LmDTiofuLYE/s1600/IMG_3685%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085346967106674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqXe_hrt-d4/TclDbRG4tHI/AAAAAAAACsc/LmDTiofuLYE/s400/IMG_3685%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; thought that the giraffe's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC_-UkFIDmI/TclDQPQuYZI/AAAAAAAACsU/ADwPW6Q-voo/s1600/IMG_3693%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085157492941202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC_-UkFIDmI/TclDQPQuYZI/AAAAAAAACsU/ADwPW6Q-voo/s400/IMG_3693%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When time for feeding the giraffe was done, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4unyL2reFAw/TclDQDhCijI/AAAAAAAACsM/_URVhrgg64w/s1600/IMG_3700%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085154340145714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4unyL2reFAw/TclDQDhCijI/AAAAAAAACsM/_URVhrgg64w/s400/IMG_3700%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on to look at other animals like the zebras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCY9CwVOJpU/TclDPimAVDI/AAAAAAAACsE/uS5JZhHGjmg/s1600/IMG_3714%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085145502602290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCY9CwVOJpU/TclDPimAVDI/AAAAAAAACsE/uS5JZhHGjmg/s400/IMG_3714%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; make a very good pair of Kangaroos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpJu2gK2c4I/TclDPK5KosI/AAAAAAAACr8/yAi0mMI9ZIs/s1600/IMG_3726%2B%2528562x1024%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085139140518594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpJu2gK2c4I/TclDPK5KosI/AAAAAAAACr8/yAi0mMI9ZIs/s400/IMG_3726%2B%2528562x1024%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; liked the pink flamingos as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y-KthbCcbg/TclDPKplhlI/AAAAAAAACr0/BV3-k4vgdDc/s1600/IMG_3747%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605085139075171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y-KthbCcbg/TclDPKplhlI/AAAAAAAACr0/BV3-k4vgdDc/s400/IMG_3747%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really she liked all the animals and we had a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5391642312502274115?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5391642312502274115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5391642312502274115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5391642312502274115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TH86U4aJVQA/TclDcBlcFAI/AAAAAAAACss/1XC-Ro-d0HY/s72-c/IMG_3680%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8404197223535763447</id><published>2011-04-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:48:53.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam Eats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We started feeding Liam solid foods around New Year's Eve, 2010.  He had a hard time at first, as you can imagine any kid would, but he definitely enjoys food.  Mmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGMD5NKBMUI/TbzlUSSOJVI/AAAAAAAACrs/KxL3nwI5p6c/s1600/IMG_3625%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGMD5NKBMUI/TbzlUSSOJVI/AAAAAAAACrs/KxL3nwI5p6c/s400/IMG_3625%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601604173210461522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8404197223535763447?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8404197223535763447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/liam-eats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8404197223535763447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8404197223535763447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/liam-eats.html' title='Liam Eats'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGMD5NKBMUI/TbzlUSSOJVI/AAAAAAAACrs/KxL3nwI5p6c/s72-c/IMG_3625%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4951456723745047974</id><published>2011-04-25T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:00:03.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One evening, we were home and I started dancing Liam around.  Tayla helped out as well and we were all dancing together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mXRbBegfrI/TbUHoD8XwiI/AAAAAAAACrk/mVilGaZy1gQ/s1600/1910%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mXRbBegfrI/TbUHoD8XwiI/AAAAAAAACrk/mVilGaZy1gQ/s400/1910%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599390096539763234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4951456723745047974?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4951456723745047974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4951456723745047974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4951456723745047974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance.html' title='Dance!'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mXRbBegfrI/TbUHoD8XwiI/AAAAAAAACrk/mVilGaZy1gQ/s72-c/1910%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-9117543808112450452</id><published>2011-04-24T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:32:18.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>More Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; loved eating olives on her fingers for the first time.  She didn't figure it out right away, but as soon as I showed her how, she didn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lB7-My8mg/TbUFP5xIGqI/AAAAAAAACrc/D_Zhl0a267w/s1600/1849%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lB7-My8mg/TbUFP5xIGqI/AAAAAAAACrc/D_Zhl0a267w/s400/1849%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387482468129442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and her cousins got matching new pajamas for Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e4TNX-HWvw/TbUFPoMnPtI/AAAAAAAACrU/JarjknifJX8/s1600/1882%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e4TNX-HWvw/TbUFPoMnPtI/AAAAAAAACrU/JarjknifJX8/s400/1882%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387477751578322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Liam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;, James, Sherry and Jacqui... and my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcla9vUnpVE/TbUFPR34zMI/AAAAAAAACrM/HCxox1aKMwI/s1600/1894%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcla9vUnpVE/TbUFPR34zMI/AAAAAAAACrM/HCxox1aKMwI/s400/1894%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387471759068354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-9117543808112450452?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/9117543808112450452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9117543808112450452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9117543808112450452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-christmas.html' title='More Christmas'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lB7-My8mg/TbUFP5xIGqI/AAAAAAAACrc/D_Zhl0a267w/s72-c/1849%2B%25281024x683%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-110183560286310788</id><published>2011-03-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:28:10.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Christmas day, 2010, I stepped out onto the back porch of my childhood home and took a bunch of pictures.  I used a computer program to stitch the pictures into a big panorama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZhG4CTUrcE/TZF7q9v83UI/AAAAAAAACrE/zPPCO_Rn9Y0/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2BWashington%2BPanorama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZhG4CTUrcE/TZF7q9v83UI/AAAAAAAACrE/zPPCO_Rn9Y0/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2BWashington%2BPanorama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589384590603902274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can take a look to this similar panorama from July 2007:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K92NDIL43Q/TZF7qu1v24I/AAAAAAAACq8/qxKBJ_NEpNU/s1600/July%2B2007%2BWashington%2BPanorama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K92NDIL43Q/TZF7qu1v24I/AAAAAAAACq8/qxKBJ_NEpNU/s400/July%2B2007%2BWashington%2BPanorama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589384586601683842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-110183560286310788?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/110183560286310788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/panorama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/110183560286310788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/110183560286310788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/panorama.html' title='Panorama'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZhG4CTUrcE/TZF7q9v83UI/AAAAAAAACrE/zPPCO_Rn9Y0/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2BWashington%2BPanorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-9020796245290350244</id><published>2011-03-28T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:06:33.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Christmas morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and Liam got a small pile of presents.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't know what was going on.  She was still too small to grasp the concept of presents.  At age 1 1/2 she still thinks that everything is hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-uvCsjpK_k/TZEEGESXbuI/AAAAAAAACqs/_ymEEhmq-vE/s1600/1789%2B%2528818x1024%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-uvCsjpK_k/TZEEGESXbuI/AAAAAAAACqs/_ymEEhmq-vE/s400/1789%2B%2528818x1024%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253114819997410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam was even less aware of what was going on at 4 months old.  He just wanted to eat his new toys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLhVMGYVJp0/TZEEFrVIH_I/AAAAAAAACqk/5T6xWj36DAo/s1600/1795%2B%2528720x1024%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLhVMGYVJp0/TZEEFrVIH_I/AAAAAAAACqk/5T6xWj36DAo/s400/1795%2B%2528720x1024%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253108120690674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; favorite toy was a train we bought her, though later she got a present from her uncle's family that was even more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8d3xm6vihQ/TZEEFTj8-kI/AAAAAAAACqc/6C3CG5CVhiI/s1600/1804%2B%2528765x1024%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8d3xm6vihQ/TZEEFTj8-kI/AAAAAAAACqc/6C3CG5CVhiI/s400/1804%2B%2528765x1024%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253101740423746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of Liam's toys ended up being chew toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsCEzAHX2U/TZEEFHKJbtI/AAAAAAAACqU/1L9adR3EZaw/s1600/1805%2B%25281024x940%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsCEzAHX2U/TZEEFHKJbtI/AAAAAAAACqU/1L9adR3EZaw/s400/1805%2B%25281024x940%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253098410962642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; with her toys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsXb6-QbJ7g/TZEEE3rykPI/AAAAAAAACqM/1Qa0qLs-qcg/s1600/1810%2B%25281024x899%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsXb6-QbJ7g/TZEEE3rykPI/AAAAAAAACqM/1Qa0qLs-qcg/s400/1810%2B%25281024x899%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253094257103090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-9020796245290350244?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/9020796245290350244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9020796245290350244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9020796245290350244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-uvCsjpK_k/TZEEGESXbuI/AAAAAAAACqs/_ymEEhmq-vE/s72-c/1789%2B%2528818x1024%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-578498929496248406</id><published>2011-03-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:28:45.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The night before Christmas, we let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; open a present from Grandma.  By family tradition we open pajamas to wear on Christmas morning.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; opened the box with a little help from dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfbmUsqtIJA/TZANTxCOrYI/AAAAAAAACqE/Xex1cWHVuVk/s1600/1777.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfbmUsqtIJA/TZANTxCOrYI/AAAAAAAACqE/Xex1cWHVuVk/s400/1777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588981770798148994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got new pink pajamas as well as a new dress.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6-yn6Ro2QM/TZANTqiOfLI/AAAAAAAACp8/yM18S7nvLOw/s1600/1781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6-yn6Ro2QM/TZANTqiOfLI/AAAAAAAACp8/yM18S7nvLOw/s400/1781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588981769053306034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; tossed aside the clothes and picked up a piece of packing paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzrx5wY2-S4/TZANTSOzJ3I/AAAAAAAACp0/heTjd3ROR1Q/s1600/1784.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzrx5wY2-S4/TZANTSOzJ3I/AAAAAAAACp0/heTjd3ROR1Q/s400/1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588981762529372018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7ViGwOivyk/TZANS7PbWaI/AAAAAAAACps/38YlV2W7Sqo/s1600/1785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7ViGwOivyk/TZANS7PbWaI/AAAAAAAACps/38YlV2W7Sqo/s400/1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588981756357990818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-578498929496248406?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/578498929496248406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/578498929496248406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/578498929496248406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfbmUsqtIJA/TZANTxCOrYI/AAAAAAAACqE/Xex1cWHVuVk/s72-c/1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5448758579920258916</id><published>2011-03-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:00:06.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Washington Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Christmas Eve 2010, we took a trip down to the beach.  Camille, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;, Liam and I were joined by my sister Sarah and two of her kids James and Sherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctbBzAXuFxw/TY5J656lZOI/AAAAAAAACpk/0Iky_2DzJWo/s1600/1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctbBzAXuFxw/TY5J656lZOI/AAAAAAAACpk/0Iky_2DzJWo/s400/1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588485463941145826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom lives on and owns beach front property on Holmes Harbor on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whidbey&lt;/span&gt; Island in Washington.  I am intimately familiar with the beach because I grew up on that property always having the opportunity to go to the beach and mess around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; loves it whenever we go down to the beach because she gets to throw rocks into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam just was happy as a clam watching everyone else play around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6Ap8eVNUuo/TY5J6u3VqWI/AAAAAAAACpc/pNu9KDodfSI/s1600/1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6Ap8eVNUuo/TY5J6u3VqWI/AAAAAAAACpc/pNu9KDodfSI/s400/1740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588485460974741858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; to look at the camera because she just wanted to throw rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afh4CiMNAEQ/TY5J6KYlh4I/AAAAAAAACpU/-YQyoB6KQsk/s1600/1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afh4CiMNAEQ/TY5J6KYlh4I/AAAAAAAACpU/-YQyoB6KQsk/s400/1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588485451182081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I helped her find the good rocks to throw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the background of this picture you can see a bulkhead.  That is all my mother's property all the way down to that great big rock.  As kids, my siblings and I referred to it as the "Big Rock."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsZItKNF7eQ/TY5J5zFBE5I/AAAAAAAACpM/Vf2R2qb4xi4/s1600/1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsZItKNF7eQ/TY5J5zFBE5I/AAAAAAAACpM/Vf2R2qb4xi4/s400/1757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588485444925985682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several stumps and logs wash up on the property there.  This was a good opportunity for a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIGNvOPws4c/TY5J5nV85sI/AAAAAAAACpE/GrKjDxzRVDs/s1600/1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIGNvOPws4c/TY5J5nV85sI/AAAAAAAACpE/GrKjDxzRVDs/s400/1770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588485441775789762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun beach trip and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; had no desire to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5448758579920258916?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5448758579920258916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5448758579920258916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5448758579920258916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-beach.html' title='Washington Beach'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctbBzAXuFxw/TY5J656lZOI/AAAAAAAACpk/0Iky_2DzJWo/s72-c/1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8732065627208660098</id><published>2011-03-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:30:01.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>31st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On December 23rd 2010, I turned 31 years old.  I don't mind being 31 years old.  I don't think age makes you old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_Yiz2RWzhw/TY5FS8IMPoI/AAAAAAAACo8/lSFMSPS7CUc/s1600/1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_Yiz2RWzhw/TY5FS8IMPoI/AAAAAAAACo8/lSFMSPS7CUc/s400/1724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588480379293810306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having kids made me feel older than any birthday party ever has.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great birthday.  I got cake, ice cream and presents, but more importantly, I was able to spend the day with my favorite people: my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8732065627208660098?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8732065627208660098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/31st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8732065627208660098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8732065627208660098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/31st-birthday.html' title='31st Birthday'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_Yiz2RWzhw/TY5FS8IMPoI/AAAAAAAACo8/lSFMSPS7CUc/s72-c/1724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5145697703622269970</id><published>2011-03-26T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:58:21.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tayla got many great presents for Christmas, but her favorite was from her Grandma Maxine who gave her a pillow pet bee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reU_r76t0uk/TY4v7BJv7uI/AAAAAAAACo0/E097oy-2T4k/s1600/1719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reU_r76t0uk/TY4v7BJv7uI/AAAAAAAACo0/E097oy-2T4k/s400/1719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588456878581477090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a long time, she wouldn't go anywhere without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5145697703622269970?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5145697703622269970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5145697703622269970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5145697703622269970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/bee.html' title='Bee'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reU_r76t0uk/TY4v7BJv7uI/AAAAAAAACo0/E097oy-2T4k/s72-c/1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8118942813668330568</id><published>2011-03-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:00:05.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Nebulizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Shortly before Christmas last year, Liam got sick.  When we took him into the doctor, he sent us to the emergency room to get a chest x-ray because he had such a bad sounding cough.  The emergency room sent him home with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt; and a couple prescriptions.  For several days we had to give him medicine through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt; to help him breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8nV_17fK4M/TY12gAE6OvI/AAAAAAAACos/b7VB_8NBL8A/s1600/1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8nV_17fK4M/TY12gAE6OvI/AAAAAAAACos/b7VB_8NBL8A/s400/1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588253004785138418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first he wanted nothing to do with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt; but after a while he liked chewing on it while the vapor went into his mouth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He quickly improved and completely recovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8118942813668330568?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8118942813668330568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/nebulizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8118942813668330568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8118942813668330568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/nebulizer.html' title='Nebulizer'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8nV_17fK4M/TY12gAE6OvI/AAAAAAAACos/b7VB_8NBL8A/s72-c/1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5239892682875428431</id><published>2011-03-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:13:11.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Copycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; bathing I will shave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; sees what I'm doing and puts some shaving cream on her face.  Since I'm doing it, it should serve some purpose to her, right?  She is very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYHT1GjpiD4/TY10u0Ft5rI/AAAAAAAACok/LNpKOg2kYx0/s1600/1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYHT1GjpiD4/TY10u0Ft5rI/AAAAAAAACok/LNpKOg2kYx0/s400/1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588251060242081458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a blade out of one of Camille's old razors so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; can use it without risk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ztStpbyd18/TY10uau_jiI/AAAAAAAACoc/DfMBeLjgDmU/s1600/1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ztStpbyd18/TY10uau_jiI/AAAAAAAACoc/DfMBeLjgDmU/s400/1705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588251053435883042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes she'll bathe with Camille and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; shave her legs as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5239892682875428431?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5239892682875428431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/copycat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5239892682875428431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5239892682875428431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/03/copycat.html' title='Copycat'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYHT1GjpiD4/TY10u0Ft5rI/AAAAAAAACok/LNpKOg2kYx0/s72-c/1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3045153131020256299</id><published>2011-02-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:18:39.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Liam Photos</title><content type='html'>We have a bunch of pictures of Liam when he was only a couple months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH8l0IEf1mQ/TVQqQdAMEUI/AAAAAAAACoU/tq2XyOaBWjM/s1600/IMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572125101115838786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH8l0IEf1mQ/TVQqQdAMEUI/AAAAAAAACoU/tq2XyOaBWjM/s400/IMG_2774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We propped him up on the couch and tried to get him to look grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGlRZd8PKs/TVQqP2r-rQI/AAAAAAAACoM/LZvU_WTuQXw/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572125090830527746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGlRZd8PKs/TVQqP2r-rQI/AAAAAAAACoM/LZvU_WTuQXw/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was still swallowed up by the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGqcd01AmJA/TVQqPquwF2I/AAAAAAAACoE/YBZI1acNfpY/s1600/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572125087620929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGqcd01AmJA/TVQqPquwF2I/AAAAAAAACoE/YBZI1acNfpY/s400/IMG_2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla didn't like us giving all of the attention to Liam, and jumped in to get her picture taken too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwE9oJuZcI0/TVQqPZEx3jI/AAAAAAAACn8/i8cBxJHkvSE/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572125082881482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwE9oJuZcI0/TVQqPZEx3jI/AAAAAAAACn8/i8cBxJHkvSE/s400/IMG_2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liam sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joLEvFQ4hC8/TVQqPDAC5VI/AAAAAAAACn0/Y2FjUa4NbVE/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572125076956046674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joLEvFQ4hC8/TVQqPDAC5VI/AAAAAAAACn0/Y2FjUa4NbVE/s400/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3045153131020256299?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3045153131020256299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/02/liam-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3045153131020256299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3045153131020256299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/02/liam-photos.html' title='Liam Photos'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH8l0IEf1mQ/TVQqQdAMEUI/AAAAAAAACoU/tq2XyOaBWjM/s72-c/IMG_2774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8086123349580074394</id><published>2011-02-01T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:02:00.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Down 30 Pounds in a Year</title><content type='html'>A year ago, I weighed 30 pounds more than I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years, I have weighed myself at the gym after every workout.  Below, you can see my chart from the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc_jXK259I/AAAAAAAACno/cdZlD50U1LQ/s1600/kleparek%2Bweight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568489341014435794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc_jXK259I/AAAAAAAACno/cdZlD50U1LQ/s400/kleparek%2Bweight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was dropping weight slowly from February 2010 until October 2010 when I did my &lt;a href="http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-0-8-oct-2010-friday-beginning.html"&gt;fast&lt;/a&gt;.   During my fast I dropped a quick 15 pounds.  In January, I had a cold and got sick, so I lost a few more pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my current weight so long as I maintain a decent body fat percentage.  I'd be happy with gaining a bit of weight as long as it is muscle mass, and not a belly or love handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8086123349580074394?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8086123349580074394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-30-pounds-in-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8086123349580074394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8086123349580074394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-30-pounds-in-year.html' title='Down 30 Pounds in a Year'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc_jXK259I/AAAAAAAACno/cdZlD50U1LQ/s72-c/kleparek%2Bweight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7315081667208159940</id><published>2011-01-31T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:30:29.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Washing Hair</title><content type='html'>One day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was extra messy when she was eating.  She had rubbed some banana (or some other food) all over her hair.  I decided that instead of stripping her down completely and giving her a bath, I'd just wash her hair in the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3Bhkst3I/AAAAAAAACng/xPWnJ8TeTxM/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479963598600050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3Bhkst3I/AAAAAAAACng/xPWnJ8TeTxM/s400/IMG_2735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't mind at first and though it was rather fun, but when I starting shampooing her hair and holding her under the faucet, she didn't think it was fun any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3BPvgQ8I/AAAAAAAACnY/aOOKEnRY3Gw/s1600/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479958812083138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3BPvgQ8I/AAAAAAAACnY/aOOKEnRY3Gw/s400/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dried off her hair, told her not to get any more food in her hair and sent her off to play with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3BDSzAEI/AAAAAAAACnQ/VWUMde_yLZ8/s1600/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568479955470450754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3BDSzAEI/AAAAAAAACnQ/VWUMde_yLZ8/s400/IMG_2738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7315081667208159940?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7315081667208159940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/washing-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7315081667208159940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7315081667208159940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/washing-hair.html' title='Washing Hair'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUc3Bhkst3I/AAAAAAAACng/xPWnJ8TeTxM/s72-c/IMG_2735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3714995691681422897</id><published>2011-01-26T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:30:02.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Confused Tayla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; is a silly girl sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she decided that she wanted to put her foot through the toy basketball hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lks4NMI/AAAAAAAACnI/y_nDKzEVF5A/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566519054169552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lks4NMI/AAAAAAAACnI/y_nDKzEVF5A/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was very determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lS-gHiI/AAAAAAAACnA/vvURpYggpUo/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566519049411632674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lS-gHiI/AAAAAAAACnA/vvURpYggpUo/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, she put her foot in a small hamper.  She first tried putting both feet in the hamper, but when that didn't work out, she tried the basket again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lDvIMmI/AAAAAAAACm4/jmrYFBqNteE/s1600/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566519045320618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lDvIMmI/AAAAAAAACm4/jmrYFBqNteE/s400/IMG_2757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; just makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my silly little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3714995691681422897?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3714995691681422897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/confused-tayla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3714995691681422897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3714995691681422897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/confused-tayla.html' title='Confused Tayla'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TUA_lks4NMI/AAAAAAAACnI/y_nDKzEVF5A/s72-c/IMG_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4991859507904260204</id><published>2011-01-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:45:55.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Newsmaker</title><content type='html'>On November 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2010, I was helping at the Sacramento Food Bank.  My Army unit was supporting the Thanksgiving food drive whose main goal was to collect 7000 frozen turkeys.  They dubbed it the "Turkey Drive 7000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSZSvk3oGvI/AAAAAAAACmw/a2ioEbDv2nk/s1600/tv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559221767339776754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSZSvk3oGvI/AAAAAAAACmw/a2ioEbDv2nk/s400/tv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone took a video of the TV, from which I took these snapshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSZSvnbW_JI/AAAAAAAACmo/iZYjmRHQ44k/s1600/tv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559221768026520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSZSvnbW_JI/AAAAAAAACmo/iZYjmRHQ44k/s400/tv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4991859507904260204?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4991859507904260204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/newsmaker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4991859507904260204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4991859507904260204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/newsmaker.html' title='Newsmaker'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSZSvk3oGvI/AAAAAAAACmw/a2ioEbDv2nk/s72-c/tv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3165565772341890611</id><published>2011-01-04T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:56:05.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently we started letting Liam have some "tummy time."  He holds his head up pretty well and looks around for a while.  He only lasts a couple of minutes before his face is in the carpet and he's being fussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like he's growing up very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSP0nMmlOZI/AAAAAAAACmg/CZl15v-bCCo/s1600/IMG_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSP0nMmlOZI/AAAAAAAACmg/CZl15v-bCCo/s400/IMG_3326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558555319340448146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to take our own family photo this year with our camera.  We had to pull out the ironing board and use it as a tripod.  We set the camera to take 10 pictures in a row.  We did that twice and got a total of 20 photos.  We only had a couple photos that were usable and this was the one we ended up using.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSP0mo2_StI/AAAAAAAACmY/lyjaFhQq8Cw/s1600/IMG_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSP0mo2_StI/AAAAAAAACmY/lyjaFhQq8Cw/s400/IMG_3370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558555309745588946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In most of the photos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was either closing her eyes, squirming around or Liam was looking down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3165565772341890611?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3165565772341890611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-up-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3165565772341890611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3165565772341890611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-up-family.html' title='Growing Up Family'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TSP0nMmlOZI/AAAAAAAACmg/CZl15v-bCCo/s72-c/IMG_3326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3412779002648635691</id><published>2010-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:59:22.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>In Utah for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While we were in Utah for the week surrounding Thanksgiving, we had quite a bit of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at Camille's granddad's house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; found the piano and loved to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Grl8dOzI/AAAAAAAACmQ/4-_EkJrTnpc/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Grl8dOzI/AAAAAAAACmQ/4-_EkJrTnpc/s400/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097442444131122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever she sees a piano or an organ, she wants to start playing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GrmyWc2I/AAAAAAAACmI/a4YJHhqM0Kk/s1600/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GrmyWc2I/AAAAAAAACmI/a4YJHhqM0Kk/s400/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097442670179170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thanksgiving day, we went to a couple different places for dinner.  We were able to visit a lot of Camille's family that we haven't seen for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GkRGvhAI/AAAAAAAACmA/cepzvjxmGGM/s1600/IMG_3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GkRGvhAI/AAAAAAAACmA/cepzvjxmGGM/s400/IMG_3143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097316591043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter where we went, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was always able to find the toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GkDOXbdI/AAAAAAAACl4/_OfhNqjTY4s/s1600/IMG_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GkDOXbdI/AAAAAAAACl4/_OfhNqjTY4s/s400/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097312864923090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a fun time showing off Liam to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Gj5VkxMI/AAAAAAAAClw/mHjOhoRekb4/s1600/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Gj5VkxMI/AAAAAAAAClw/mHjOhoRekb4/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097310210802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille's dad got his picture taken with a group of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GjkwMzlI/AAAAAAAAClo/gJm1SwKo3lY/s1600/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GjkwMzlI/AAAAAAAAClo/gJm1SwKo3lY/s400/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097304685334098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At my Aunt Kaye's house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; found a fun wicker chair to sit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Gjff-VzI/AAAAAAAAClg/4643aMjWue0/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Gjff-VzI/AAAAAAAAClg/4643aMjWue0/s400/IMG_3210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097303275099954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved posing for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GXJJc7CI/AAAAAAAAClY/RlByEZQ8qiU/s1600/IMG_3227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GXJJc7CI/AAAAAAAAClY/RlByEZQ8qiU/s400/IMG_3227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097091116624930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; stole the bed of her uncle Josh's dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWy_uDMI/AAAAAAAAClQ/jHqtBfj3szE/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWy_uDMI/AAAAAAAAClQ/jHqtBfj3szE/s400/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097085170224322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam got his photo taken with his great-grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWgXPSsI/AAAAAAAAClI/IkbxfYQ3mVQ/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWgXPSsI/AAAAAAAAClI/IkbxfYQ3mVQ/s400/IMG_3261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097080168598210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before heading back to California, we stopped by and had breakfast with my brother Anton and his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWEu-zEI/AAAAAAAAClA/kBuItESyMxw/s1600/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GWEu-zEI/AAAAAAAAClA/kBuItESyMxw/s400/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097072751987778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Liam spent hours upon hours in his car seat, he worked on getting his whole fist in his mouth.  He's just about got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GV-t2xGI/AAAAAAAACk4/_mpRf3re_QI/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7GV-t2xGI/AAAAAAAACk4/_mpRf3re_QI/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557097071136654434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun visit to Utah, and hopefully it won't be a terribly long time before we go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3412779002648635691?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3412779002648635691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-utah-for-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3412779002648635691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3412779002648635691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-utah-for-thanksgiving.html' title='In Utah for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TR7Grl8dOzI/AAAAAAAACmQ/4-_EkJrTnpc/s72-c/IMG_3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3798920299877739167</id><published>2010-12-25T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:00:01.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>To Utah for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We traveled to Utah for Thanksgiving.  We decided to take a two-day trip each way because it's hard to do the whole 11-hour drive in one long sitting.  We could break up the trip down to a couple hours at a time with breaks to walk around and stretch our legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first leg of the trip took us up through Donner Pass.  It was a miserably long drive with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; snow.  We had to put on our chains and drive very very slow for a couple hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our first stop in Reno where I gambled away our life savings.  No, I didn't!  We went to Circus Circus and played some fun games and watched a dog trick show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1JZHuqRI/AAAAAAAACkw/kJicBqpYVPM/s1600/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1JZHuqRI/AAAAAAAACkw/kJicBqpYVPM/s400/IMG_3117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554474519653951762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1JERWSEI/AAAAAAAACko/ccVe_Tlj9co/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1JERWSEI/AAAAAAAACko/ccVe_Tlj9co/s400/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554474514057152578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1IqvSRmI/AAAAAAAACkg/-FeR2Gok0RQ/s1600/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1IqvSRmI/AAAAAAAACkg/-FeR2Gok0RQ/s400/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554474507203397218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We won a couple cheapo stuffed animals with which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; fell in love immediately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1ITSvRkI/AAAAAAAACkY/pedHeDPX9pk/s1600/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1ITSvRkI/AAAAAAAACkY/pedHeDPX9pk/s400/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554474500909647426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We eventually did get to Utah without many problems, thanks in great part to a portable DVD player that a friend of ours lent us for the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3798920299877739167?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3798920299877739167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-utah-for-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3798920299877739167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3798920299877739167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-utah-for-thanksgiving.html' title='To Utah for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRV1JZHuqRI/AAAAAAAACkw/kJicBqpYVPM/s72-c/IMG_3117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5458104381617542680</id><published>2010-12-25T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:00:01.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Bumbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We pulled out the Bumbo seat that Tayla used when she was younger.  Liam was great at holding himself up even though he was only three months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtj0YSPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/XyhyQlHJV4U/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtj0YSPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/XyhyQlHJV4U/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554469643442735346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtd1RFYI/AAAAAAAACkI/rdxMPTaoN0M/s1600/IMG_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtd1RFYI/AAAAAAAACkI/rdxMPTaoN0M/s400/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554469641835844994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tayla couldn't resist the opportunity to jump in and give it a shot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtBC6aMI/AAAAAAAACkA/0_AuPhJrKnc/s1600/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtBC6aMI/AAAAAAAACkA/0_AuPhJrKnc/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554469634108451010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tayla has really gotten good at being a big sister.  She's starting to realize that Liam is an actual person, and she has always been gentle with him.  I think they will be a great couple of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5458104381617542680?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5458104381617542680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bumbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5458104381617542680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5458104381617542680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bumbo.html' title='Bumbo'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVwtj0YSPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/XyhyQlHJV4U/s72-c/IMG_3091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4366482412210191272</id><published>2010-12-25T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:00:02.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>So Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Camille pulled out a jumper out of our garage for Liam to get into so he could play around.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; saw it and immediately remembered back to when she couldn't walk and we would put her in it.  She wanted to get in it right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRQjRpuxMAI/AAAAAAAACjs/WPFqiBfo3zg/s1600/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRQjRpuxMAI/AAAAAAAACjs/WPFqiBfo3zg/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554103026621427714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She quickly learned that she could spin around in circles.  She would go clockwise for a while and then counterclockwise.  After several minutes of this, I went to check on her to see how she was doing.  She was sitting still and holding the side of her head.  I knew she was feeling sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gently picked her up and put her in her high chair to help her calm down.  She said "Uh oh! Uh oh!" and soon threw up all over the place.  She threw up all her dinner she had recently eaten plus everything else in her belly.  I didn't know little kids could hold that much in their stomach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was traumatized and started bawling!  Camille took her upstairs to take a bath and I cleaned up the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bath cheered her up and as soon as she was done bathing, she wanted to get back on the jumper so she could spin around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4366482412210191272?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4366482412210191272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4366482412210191272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4366482412210191272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-sick.html' title='So Sick'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRQjRpuxMAI/AAAAAAAACjs/WPFqiBfo3zg/s72-c/IMG_3071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1682887830371477360</id><published>2010-12-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:56:15.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Bad Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In mid-November, Tayla was playing around our family room when she had a bad fall. Instead of jumping right back up like she usually does, she hollered out in agony. She had fallen and hit her eye right on the corner of a step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She wouldn't go to Camille to cry. She's a daddy's girl. She crawled up in my arms and cried for a while. When I got a good look, I saw that she was developing a black eye. Poor girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVuj6KcazI/AAAAAAAACj4/48uuai2zmdQ/s1600/IMG_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554467278618913586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVuj6KcazI/AAAAAAAACj4/48uuai2zmdQ/s400/IMG_3061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The black eye went away after about a month, but in the meantime, I had to keep telling strangers that she fell down. She doesn't have abusive parents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She has so many falls at this toddler stage that I worry about her getting some sort of permanent brain injury. We just have to keep a close eye on her and keep her from hurting herself too ba&lt;/span&gt;dly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1682887830371477360?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1682887830371477360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1682887830371477360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1682887830371477360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-fall.html' title='Bad Fall'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRVuj6KcazI/AAAAAAAACj4/48uuai2zmdQ/s72-c/IMG_3061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-6096954735145502220</id><published>2010-12-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:00:01.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>Photos of Liam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Liam has grown a lot in his four months. He's about doubled in weight and his personality has also grown by leaps and bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to smile if you make funny faces and noises at him and has even started to laugh.  He's such a funny kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9CbtDZSI/AAAAAAAACjY/P1mqEkg6KBQ/s1600/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9CbtDZSI/AAAAAAAACjY/P1mqEkg6KBQ/s400/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553990614972065058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one bad habit he has is that he feels he needs to be constantly held.  He will cry and cry but when you pick him up he doesn't want to eat or be changed or anything else.  He sometimes just wants to be held.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9B5jD4cI/AAAAAAAACjQ/bLPOeaTQ7_M/s1600/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9B5jD4cI/AAAAAAAACjQ/bLPOeaTQ7_M/s400/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553990605803348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's a cutie.  He's got big eyes and a big grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9BrA6iGI/AAAAAAAACjI/0Dk8c1Q2Z7U/s1600/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9BrA6iGI/AAAAAAAACjI/0Dk8c1Q2Z7U/s400/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553990601902032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love both our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-6096954735145502220?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/6096954735145502220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/photos-of-liam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6096954735145502220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6096954735145502220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/photos-of-liam.html' title='Photos of Liam'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO9CbtDZSI/AAAAAAAACjY/P1mqEkg6KBQ/s72-c/IMG_3031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8628018774598486057</id><published>2010-12-24T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:00:03.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>What Tayla Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; loves going outside.  She particularly likes going to the park and playing on the swing.  More recently she's been most interested in going down the slide.  She'll even go down the really steep slides that are meant for older kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jyNNiHI/AAAAAAAACjA/USCrCaE-gkQ/s1600/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jyNNiHI/AAAAAAAACjA/USCrCaE-gkQ/s400/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984590878443634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like these slides for one reason: they charge you up with static electricity.  While it gives you a nice hair style, it is never pleasant the next time you touch something metal.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jixSv2I/AAAAAAAACi4/np7twu7Zt-s/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jixSv2I/AAAAAAAACi4/np7twu7Zt-s/s400/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984586734813026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sometimes will feed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; while she's on my lap.  She sometimes reciprocates by trying to feed me as well.  Sometimes it's cute and other times it's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jHJ119I/AAAAAAAACiw/17IUoku0B-I/s1600/IMG_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jHJ119I/AAAAAAAACiw/17IUoku0B-I/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984579321583570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; sometimes will play with her brother, like this time when she brushed Liam's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3i_XaUkI/AAAAAAAACio/XGbMqgo5mVk/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3i_XaUkI/AAAAAAAACio/XGbMqgo5mVk/s400/IMG_3015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984577231016514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; a cute girl and we really love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8628018774598486057?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8628018774598486057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-tayla-likes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8628018774598486057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8628018774598486057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-tayla-likes.html' title='What Tayla Likes'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRO3jyNNiHI/AAAAAAAACjA/USCrCaE-gkQ/s72-c/IMG_3008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1539921946688250104</id><published>2010-12-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:00:04.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On Halloween, we dressed up and went to our Ward Halloween party/chili cook-off.  Camille had worked very hard to make a top-notch chili.  We called it her Triple Triple chili because she used three types of beans, three types of chilies and three types of something else that I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We dressed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; as a butterfly.  She didn't like wearing the antennae, so we put her hair in little bug-bows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLthKZWYiI/AAAAAAAACig/bT3qRQZFp_w/s1600/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLthKZWYiI/AAAAAAAACig/bT3qRQZFp_w/s400/IMG_2918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762444483387938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was a butterfly, Liam was a caterpillar, I wore a bug hat and Camille was a flower.  We sort of had a theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtg-oskYI/AAAAAAAACiY/Jjvo4j69zMY/s1600/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtg-oskYI/AAAAAAAACiY/Jjvo4j69zMY/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762441326530946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There was a trunk-or-treat after the chili dinner and we collected a bunch of candy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtghgwVeI/AAAAAAAACiQ/QiJwUkbCXms/s1600/IMG_2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtghgwVeI/AAAAAAAACiQ/QiJwUkbCXms/s400/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762433508595170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille didn't win the number one prize in the chili contest, but when I went to pick up the dishes the lady there told me that it was a tie between Camille's chili and one other guy's.  I think Camille's was the best there by far.  Some of them were nearly inedible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was nervous about trick-or-treating at first, but after a couple houses she had really picked up on the whole gig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtgC5bbNI/AAAAAAAACiI/JheNe5NgDgo/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtgC5bbNI/AAAAAAAACiI/JheNe5NgDgo/s400/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762425290583250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got back home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; pulled out her whole stash and picked at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtf9ClUMI/AAAAAAAACiA/zD5tBCOOKts/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLtf9ClUMI/AAAAAAAACiA/zD5tBCOOKts/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553762423718367426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For weeks afterward, she would love to pull out her pumpkin bucket and dig through her stash like a little chipmunk checking on her acorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1539921946688250104?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1539921946688250104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1539921946688250104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1539921946688250104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLthKZWYiI/AAAAAAAACig/bT3qRQZFp_w/s72-c/IMG_2918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7127054043137455079</id><published>2010-12-23T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:05:00.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've been trying to get nice photos taken of our family.  These are some of our attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnYB6MA1I/AAAAAAAACh4/gywnhgSU-EM/s1600/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnYB6MA1I/AAAAAAAACh4/gywnhgSU-EM/s400/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755690516611922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnXosmFlI/AAAAAAAAChw/3cvqplu3NXY/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnXosmFlI/AAAAAAAAChw/3cvqplu3NXY/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755683748714066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam is handsome in his spiffy suit.  Too bad he grows out of clothes so fast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnXcIahPI/AAAAAAAACho/MiYmu2KV3bI/s1600/IMG_2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnXcIahPI/AAAAAAAACho/MiYmu2KV3bI/s400/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755680375735538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnW_N5lEI/AAAAAAAAChg/dtUcX4fyGOU/s1600/IMG_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnW_N5lEI/AAAAAAAAChg/dtUcX4fyGOU/s400/IMG_2851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755672614114370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnWQZT9yI/AAAAAAAAChY/TJSMp3Iav-M/s1600/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnWQZT9yI/AAAAAAAAChY/TJSMp3Iav-M/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755660045514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He started smiling at just a couple months old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was a little older when she started smiling at us.  Hopefully Liam will be a very happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7127054043137455079?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7127054043137455079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7127054043137455079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7127054043137455079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLnYB6MA1I/AAAAAAAACh4/gywnhgSU-EM/s72-c/IMG_2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3989315968443496473</id><published>2010-12-23T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:00:00.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Bike Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A couple months ago, we bought a trailer that could attach to our bicycles and where we could take our kids out on a bike ride.  It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; brand bike carrier called the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; Bee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally the trailer would cost between $250 and $400, but Camille did some smart shopping and checking of Craig's List to find us a great deal on a barely used one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've taken it out several times and the kids really seem to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLh_a5hqiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/bWhR3zMsleA/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLh_a5hqiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/bWhR3zMsleA/s400/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553749770169854498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not meant for a child as small as Liam, so we had to bundle him up in a lot of blankets so he wouldn't bounce around to much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully we'll use the trailer a lot before the kids grow out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3989315968443496473?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3989315968443496473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bike-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3989315968443496473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3989315968443496473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/bike-trailer.html' title='Bike Trailer'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLh_a5hqiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/bWhR3zMsleA/s72-c/IMG_2832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8472211442675522030</id><published>2010-12-22T21:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:04:51.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Suited Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In October, Liam was blessed at our church.  We all dressed up in our best apparel for the occasion. We bought a nice suit for Liam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLfU29gGiI/AAAAAAAAChI/0vXhdV5cGvA/s1600/IMG_2810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLfU29gGiI/AAAAAAAAChI/0vXhdV5cGvA/s400/IMG_2810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746839945091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get the whole family together for a good photo, but Liam wasn't in the mood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was tired since it was past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLfURbtwwI/AAAAAAAAChA/eOFkdkGaRDA/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLfURbtwwI/AAAAAAAAChA/eOFkdkGaRDA/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746829871268610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8472211442675522030?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8472211442675522030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/suited-up_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8472211442675522030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8472211442675522030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/suited-up_22.html' title='Suited Up'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TRLfU29gGiI/AAAAAAAAChI/0vXhdV5cGvA/s72-c/IMG_2810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8091361058157299500</id><published>2010-12-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:34:56.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A while ago, we bought some washable markers. Camille will pull out the markers on occasion to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; color with them but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; prefers to draw on herself rather than on paper. Camille helped this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBXWo8dpXI/AAAAAAAACgo/inZVqXFKctE/s1600/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBXWo8dpXI/AAAAAAAACgo/inZVqXFKctE/s400/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548530787380209010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; even drew inside her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBXWdMkSOI/AAAAAAAACgg/jCoSB1fCWZg/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBXWdMkSOI/AAAAAAAACgg/jCoSB1fCWZg/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548530784226527458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, they were washable markers so the ink came off fairly easily in the bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This time, Camille helped Tayla get the chicken pox.  Too bad she still has to get the real chicken pox at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBb_QtSnQI/AAAAAAAACgw/L648n3SjdIk/s1600/IMG_2826.a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBb_QtSnQI/AAAAAAAACgw/L648n3SjdIk/s400/IMG_2826.a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548535883295268098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8091361058157299500?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8091361058157299500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/clown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8091361058157299500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8091361058157299500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/12/clown.html' title='Clown'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TQBXWo8dpXI/AAAAAAAACgo/inZVqXFKctE/s72-c/IMG_2717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1072860664717195443</id><published>2010-11-19T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:00:00.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>Whenever I try to clean up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; wants to participate.  We bought her a small broom so that she can help out... and leave me alone so I can clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFxG_GsAI/AAAAAAAACgY/Sd9z9VtanT8/s1600/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540278307842863106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFxG_GsAI/AAAAAAAACgY/Sd9z9VtanT8/s400/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; has her own way of sweeping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFw_2DdHI/AAAAAAAACgQ/aOtMOgwf4iI/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540278305925854322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFw_2DdHI/AAAAAAAACgQ/aOtMOgwf4iI/s400/IMG_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1072860664717195443?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1072860664717195443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1072860664717195443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1072860664717195443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning Up'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFxG_GsAI/AAAAAAAACgY/Sd9z9VtanT8/s72-c/IMG_2711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1671751441858635220</id><published>2010-11-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:00:09.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>Liam looking more and more awake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFCVaRsdI/AAAAAAAACgI/2O5fLPGwtns/s1600/IMG_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540277504261075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFCVaRsdI/AAAAAAAACgI/2O5fLPGwtns/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been teaching Tayla her body parts.  "Tayla, where's your nose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFCMenRrI/AAAAAAAACgA/DHqb3lygda8/s1600/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540277501863347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFCMenRrI/AAAAAAAACgA/DHqb3lygda8/s400/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least she's not sticking her finger in MY nose, as she often does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1671751441858635220?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1671751441858635220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1671751441858635220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1671751441858635220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMFCVaRsdI/AAAAAAAACgI/2O5fLPGwtns/s72-c/IMG_2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7415139726774552858</id><published>2010-11-18T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:07:00.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camille was taking some photos of Liam when he was a month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBu1yCtoI/AAAAAAAACf4/4BSTOsOxxAw/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540273870818424450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBu1yCtoI/AAAAAAAACf4/4BSTOsOxxAw/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla wanted to get in on the fun and get her picture taken as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBuXJ6J2I/AAAAAAAACfw/5QrugYW0cmo/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540273862597027682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBuXJ6J2I/AAAAAAAACfw/5QrugYW0cmo/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all lay down for a photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBuIEUnMI/AAAAAAAACfo/XtsUvu1BSBI/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540273858547064002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBuIEUnMI/AAAAAAAACfo/XtsUvu1BSBI/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7415139726774552858?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7415139726774552858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/camille-was-taking-some-photos-of-liam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7415139726774552858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7415139726774552858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/camille-was-taking-some-photos-of-liam.html' title=''/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOMBu1yCtoI/AAAAAAAACf4/4BSTOsOxxAw/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8973857834268782760</id><published>2010-11-18T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:01:00.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Slide Whistle</title><content type='html'>Tayla was digging through Camille's music supplies when she came upon a slide whistle.  After a short tutorial, she was ready for her musical debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL_PPja1aI/AAAAAAAACfQ/9jAEaUSbh-0/s1600/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540271128957343138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL_PPja1aI/AAAAAAAACfQ/9jAEaUSbh-0/s400/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After an hour, we were ready for her musical farewell.  Unfortunately, she now has a new favorite toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do hide the whistle as often as we can, but she's getting to the age where she really asserts her will, vocally and by throwing temper tantrums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves music, though.  She will bang on drums, shake anything that rattles, play the whistle and even sing sometimes.  I'm musically inclined and Camille is a music professional, so it must be in Tayla's genes to be a musician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8973857834268782760?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8973857834268782760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/slide-whistle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8973857834268782760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8973857834268782760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/slide-whistle.html' title='Slide Whistle'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL_PPja1aI/AAAAAAAACfQ/9jAEaUSbh-0/s72-c/IMG_2602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4607545778697483550</id><published>2010-11-17T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:00:00.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Ubercute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL7kgR_IPI/AAAAAAAACfI/B3m0May9Nfg/s1600/IMG_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540267096178368754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL7kgR_IPI/AAAAAAAACfI/B3m0May9Nfg/s400/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way, Camille didn't let him sleep like this for long.  We've got to watch out for those SIDS you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4607545778697483550?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4607545778697483550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/ubercute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4607545778697483550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4607545778697483550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/ubercute.html' title='Ubercute'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOL7kgR_IPI/AAAAAAAACfI/B3m0May9Nfg/s72-c/IMG_2593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1365528594489055791</id><published>2010-11-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:00:04.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>At the Park</title><content type='html'>One sunny Sunday, the family went to a park to watch a local pet dog show.  People brought their pet dogs and were judged and given prizes based on the best trick, the best outfit and the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; got a front row seat while I got to be a front row seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjuDau-6I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZrCdbIsEHLo/s1600/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540170503205878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjuDau-6I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZrCdbIsEHLo/s400/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterward, we went to the nearby park where I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; down a fun slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjr4I_itI/AAAAAAAACe4/EKu_fW9S7pk/s1600/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540170465818938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjr4I_itI/AAAAAAAACe4/EKu_fW9S7pk/s400/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a very big slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjrkfniSI/AAAAAAAACew/FCENR8HE4TY/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540170460545124642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjrkfniSI/AAAAAAAACew/FCENR8HE4TY/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just in the past month or so, she's gotten to the point where she can go down slides all by herself whereas before I would worry that she'd tip over and bump her head.  Going down the slide is now in a heated rivalry with the swing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pastime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1365528594489055791?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1365528594489055791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1365528594489055791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1365528594489055791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-park.html' title='At the Park'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKjuDau-6I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZrCdbIsEHLo/s72-c/IMG_2569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8084970429743011867</id><published>2010-11-16T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:29:32.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Liam was a couple weeks old, he was already opening his eyes and looking at faces quite a bit.  During the times when he wasn't crying uncontrollably, he was an observant baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKizotyr5I/AAAAAAAACeo/Fj2SH7skwAs/s1600/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540169499605643154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKizotyr5I/AAAAAAAACeo/Fj2SH7skwAs/s400/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8084970429743011867?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8084970429743011867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-liam-was-couple-weeks-old-he-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8084970429743011867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8084970429743011867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-liam-was-couple-weeks-old-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TOKizotyr5I/AAAAAAAACeo/Fj2SH7skwAs/s72-c/IMG_2501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1883748794459184632</id><published>2010-11-11T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:38:26.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Me and the House of Representatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On September 10th, we had a big ceremony to cut the ribbon to our new building where I work.  At the ceremony, there were a couple members of congress that I was able to get photos with. They were the members of the House of Representatives that helped us get funding to help us build the new schoolhouse where I work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan Lungren (R) California's third district.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzTkb8x96I/AAAAAAAACeg/hfPw5sH7e_g/s1600/IMG_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzTkb8x96I/AAAAAAAACeg/hfPw5sH7e_g/s400/IMG_2545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538534264690309026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doris Matsui (D) California's Fifth District&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzTj16uvZI/AAAAAAAACeY/I8uVJT1ttlY/s1600/IMG_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzTj16uvZI/AAAAAAAACeY/I8uVJT1ttlY/s400/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538534254481161618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1883748794459184632?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1883748794459184632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-and-house-of-representatives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1883748794459184632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1883748794459184632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-and-house-of-representatives.html' title='Me and the House of Representatives'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzTkb8x96I/AAAAAAAACeg/hfPw5sH7e_g/s72-c/IMG_2545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-6578975153135601018</id><published>2010-11-11T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:23:23.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Backpack Harness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; likes to escape.  After she started walking at 11 months old, she has progressively been more and more prone to running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought a backpack harness for her.  We wanted a harness to keep her close when going into stores or the farmers market, but we also wanted it to be something fun for her to wear.  We bought this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzNEIPkseI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AVnqYMb9waY/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzNEIPkseI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AVnqYMb9waY/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538527112574841314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right away she wasn't very fond of it.  She kept trying to wiggle out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzNDtSxtRI/AAAAAAAACeI/K82xzkP_n2Y/s1600/IMG_2525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzNDtSxtRI/AAAAAAAACeI/K82xzkP_n2Y/s400/IMG_2525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538527105340519698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've only used it a couple times because she really doesn't like wearing it.  She keeps getting mad at us for stopping her from going where she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, we can catch her when she tries to run away by chasing after her, but it's getting harder and harder to keep up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-6578975153135601018?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/6578975153135601018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/backpack-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6578975153135601018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6578975153135601018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/backpack-harness.html' title='Backpack Harness'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNzNEIPkseI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AVnqYMb9waY/s72-c/IMG_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4555661479938892684</id><published>2010-11-09T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:00:03.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>So Embarrassing, Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We got a pack of bumpy balls for Tayla to play with.  We were messing around and I thought it would be hilarious to put some in her shirt.  I quickly grabbed the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeObTetWLI/AAAAAAAACeA/cMlI-5ZGkrs/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeObTetWLI/AAAAAAAACeA/cMlI-5ZGkrs/s400/IMG_2519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537050866612000946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, I figured that I'd just use this photo as blackmail when she starts having boyfriends in another 20 or 30 years.  Then I decided that I could just play the traditional dad role and embarrass the heck out of her now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she's old enough to understand, she may get mad at me for posting this photo on the internet. But I'll still hang on to it just in case the need for blackmail arises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4555661479938892684?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4555661479938892684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-embarrassing-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4555661479938892684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4555661479938892684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-embarrassing-dad.html' title='So Embarrassing, Dad'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeObTetWLI/AAAAAAAACeA/cMlI-5ZGkrs/s72-c/IMG_2519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-656485730685961448</id><published>2010-11-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:38:47.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Booktime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every night before going to bed, Tayla likes me to read a book or two with her.  Camille tries to read to her sometimes, but when she does, Tayla will just wiggle away and come over to me.  She has her preferred evening routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeFc1kxXSI/AAAAAAAACd4/73ndrs2tfgw/s1600/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeFc1kxXSI/AAAAAAAACd4/73ndrs2tfgw/s400/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537040997339454754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tayla likes books where she can recognize the pictures and point them out to me.  I also like to quiz her on what she's looking at.  We have also been helping her learn some sign language.  I think it really helps her feel that she communicates better.  When we went to the doctor this week, he said that by this age Tayla should know at least 5 words.  We laughed because she knows around 50 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-656485730685961448?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/656485730685961448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/booktime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/656485730685961448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/656485730685961448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/booktime.html' title='Booktime'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeFc1kxXSI/AAAAAAAACd4/73ndrs2tfgw/s72-c/IMG_2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-6843433850085002850</id><published>2010-11-07T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:58:33.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Tayla playing in her rocker at 3 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeCne8AQEI/AAAAAAAACdw/zFDfvLJfNvA/s1600/937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeCne8AQEI/AAAAAAAACdw/zFDfvLJfNvA/s400/937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037881706561602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her at 16 months old. We took this out so that Liam could sit in it, but Tayla remembered how much fun it was when she was smaller and jumped in.  She's a bit big for it now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeCmzz0X_I/AAAAAAAACdo/eU6tZgugvyc/s1600/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeCmzz0X_I/AAAAAAAACdo/eU6tZgugvyc/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037870129504242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-6843433850085002850?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/6843433850085002850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6843433850085002850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6843433850085002850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TNeCne8AQEI/AAAAAAAACdw/zFDfvLJfNvA/s72-c/937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-808485038010792379</id><published>2010-10-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:00:00.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Juggling Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have nearly as much cuddle time with Camille and I since Liam arrived.  She gets it when she can, though.  One day, I tried to take a nap and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; tried to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn6AjiWxMI/AAAAAAAACdg/LulYoTHYFLE/s1600/619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533228504647648450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn6AjiWxMI/AAAAAAAACdg/LulYoTHYFLE/s400/619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Often when Camille or I are holding Liam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; will try to bud her way in.  She just wants a little attention.  We definitely try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt;, however.  We don't want her to grow to dislike her brother because he took all our attention away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn6Ac36CPI/AAAAAAAACdY/xrIRPFBM8o4/s1600/620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533228502858991858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn6Ac36CPI/AAAAAAAACdY/xrIRPFBM8o4/s400/620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; a bit of a geek.  She loves playing with the computer.  She will tap on the keyboard and move the mouse around, but she doesn't yet understand that doing so corresponds with things that are happening on the monitor.  She mainly likes doing it because it's what Camille and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_o3wLsI/AAAAAAAACdQ/XJNzpc2IQ2g/s1600/623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533228488899702466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_o3wLsI/AAAAAAAACdQ/XJNzpc2IQ2g/s400/623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liam loves getting held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_SdfM6I/AAAAAAAACdI/3L0F95PZmJU/s1600/630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533228482883957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_SdfM6I/AAAAAAAACdI/3L0F95PZmJU/s400/630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we take photos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;, the flash bothers her so she started squinting.  When she discovered that squinting made us laugh, she pulls her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; face almost every time we pull out the camera.  It still makes us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_EmyD5I/AAAAAAAACdA/jG1tH4b9CZY/s1600/634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533228479164845970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn5_EmyD5I/AAAAAAAACdA/jG1tH4b9CZY/s400/634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-808485038010792379?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/808485038010792379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/juggling-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/808485038010792379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/808485038010792379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/juggling-kids.html' title='Juggling Kids'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMn6AjiWxMI/AAAAAAAACdg/LulYoTHYFLE/s72-c/619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2176830906237087694</id><published>2010-10-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:08:38.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Brother and Sister</title><content type='html'>Liam was 3 or 4 days old when he had his first bath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; took a bath at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaJV7KcYI/AAAAAAAACc4/9eaDSY7hQSQ/s1600/603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533123102496158082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaJV7KcYI/AAAAAAAACc4/9eaDSY7hQSQ/s400/603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam was very small for some of his clothes. We've found that each clothing brand name has a different standard for what size baby clothes should be. There are different baby sizes: newborn, 3 month, 6 month, 9 month, 12 month, 18 month and 24 month. Unfortunately while Liam might barely squeeze into one set of 3 month clothes, another set might be hanging on him like a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaJDy7QZI/AAAAAAAACcw/S-Uqdw2K8zg/s1600/607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533123097629770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaJDy7QZI/AAAAAAAACcw/S-Uqdw2K8zg/s400/607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The places where Liam now sits and rocks used to be where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; would sit and rock. She gets a bit jealous sometimes. She's really good and doesn't get mad at Liam because of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaI3Au-NI/AAAAAAAACco/Llvrd5nPreo/s1600/610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533123094198024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaI3Au-NI/AAAAAAAACco/Llvrd5nPreo/s400/610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... but as soon as we pick up Liam, she'll take back her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaIZAOG6I/AAAAAAAACcg/r5dUOgt-CEw/s1600/614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533123086142806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaIZAOG6I/AAAAAAAACcg/r5dUOgt-CEw/s400/614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've pulled out a few more bottles so that we have something to give Liam if he needs it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; had different ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaFuMO3AI/AAAAAAAACcY/rMP1gOKZfVA/s1600/618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533123040290724866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaFuMO3AI/AAAAAAAACcY/rMP1gOKZfVA/s400/618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2176830906237087694?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2176830906237087694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/brother-and-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2176830906237087694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2176830906237087694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/brother-and-sister.html' title='Brother and Sister'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMmaJV7KcYI/AAAAAAAACc4/9eaDSY7hQSQ/s72-c/603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5157564813252175310</id><published>2010-10-27T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:08.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Outing at the Train Park</title><content type='html'>A couple days after Liam was born, we decided to go on a walk with him outside. He didn't really know what was going on but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was getting stir crazy and so was I. Camille was also anxious to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; to get rid of the baby weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used our double stroller that one of Camille's Army friends so kindly gifted us. It's very handy. I don't know how we'd go on walks without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2ySnZFfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/0jTTrGCIQfE/s1600/581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532099061145474546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2ySnZFfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/0jTTrGCIQfE/s400/581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Camille walked around the park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and I played around the park. This park is very appropriate for kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; age, but some gross teenagers also hang out there sometimes and leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; butts, condom wrappers and energy drink cans sitting around making the place gross. I sometimes have to get after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; for playing with that garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2yNHgfAI/AAAAAAAACcI/FBmY3FX6Scs/s1600/582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532099059669564418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2yNHgfAI/AAAAAAAACcI/FBmY3FX6Scs/s400/582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other than the swing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt; ever!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; also plays on the train play area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2yBQE1FI/AAAAAAAACcA/ncC1YOubGxM/s1600/590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532099056484275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2yBQE1FI/AAAAAAAACcA/ncC1YOubGxM/s400/590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will chase her in on one side of the tube and then run around to the other side and scare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like getting in and playing with her. When I play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; I feel much younger than I did even back in high school when I was way too cool for playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2x1ORehI/AAAAAAAACb4/e7MFKoxREmQ/s1600/596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532099053255490066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2x1ORehI/AAAAAAAACb4/e7MFKoxREmQ/s400/596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2xkAotQI/AAAAAAAACbw/GxqW-LHHNnE/s1600/597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532099048634889474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2xkAotQI/AAAAAAAACbw/GxqW-LHHNnE/s400/597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love my kids. There's something about having your own kids that makes me incredibly happy. My love for them is different (if not more potent) than any romantic love I've felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took my ACT back in my junior year of high school, I was stuck at a desk for hours and hours on end. By the time I was done with the test, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I got into my car and started to drive home. The contrast of experiencing the beauty of the sun-bathed mountains compared to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt; of taking that test caused immense joy to build up inside me and audibly gasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have that same feeling almost every day when I'm watching my children. It's a feeling that is worth every moment of kids crying or barfing all over the place or peeing on me. Is that feeling love? I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5157564813252175310?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5157564813252175310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/outing-at-train-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5157564813252175310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5157564813252175310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/outing-at-train-park.html' title='Outing at the Train Park'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMX2ySnZFfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/0jTTrGCIQfE/s72-c/581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3806949501569187345</id><published>2010-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:00:06.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Liam Comes Home</title><content type='html'>When we loaded Liam into the car seat to go home from the hospital, he kind of disappeared into it.  We had an insert for the car seat that created a buffer around Liam, but it didn't fit quite right.  We took it out shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIAEAJRzlI/AAAAAAAACbI/ch-mu_dHhN8/s1600/559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530983361122782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIAEAJRzlI/AAAAAAAACbI/ch-mu_dHhN8/s400/559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cat, Miss Kitty, was anxious to get some attention from Camille.  She was also curious about the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADwUz4FI/AAAAAAAACbA/hl7jISJWwQ8/s1600/566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530983356876185682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADwUz4FI/AAAAAAAACbA/hl7jISJWwQ8/s400/566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille usually has her hands full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADgoybnI/AAAAAAAACa4/ftkaK_dNP6g/s1600/568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530983352665009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADgoybnI/AAAAAAAACa4/ftkaK_dNP6g/s400/568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wrap Liam up like a burrito to put him to bed.  He only fell for that a few times.  He loves to be held.  We soon learned that he had colic and cried for seemingly no reason.  One thing that sometimes calms him down is being held and being walked around the house.  He doesn't like being held if you are sitting down while holding him.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADe_Rs8I/AAAAAAAACaw/ucZ5y3MflZ4/s1600/570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530983352222462914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADe_Rs8I/AAAAAAAACaw/ucZ5y3MflZ4/s400/570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked Camille's photo (above) so I had to pose for one myself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; is really understanding of the new baby, but will sometimes get jealous.  She will climb up on your lap while you're holding Liam and beg for a bit of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADAYVRZI/AAAAAAAACao/Tk8fPtmQEJw/s1600/578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530983344006055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIADAYVRZI/AAAAAAAACao/Tk8fPtmQEJw/s400/578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We adjusted quite quickly to having two babies at home.  We just got to the point where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; would sleep from 8:30 at night until 7:30 in the morning, and now we have another baby that will keep us up at all hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille is really the one to feel the most pain. She's been exclusively getting up at night to feed Liam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3806949501569187345?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3806949501569187345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/liam-comes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3806949501569187345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3806949501569187345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/liam-comes-home.html' title='Liam Comes Home'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMIAEAJRzlI/AAAAAAAACbI/ch-mu_dHhN8/s72-c/559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4771549119392987084</id><published>2010-10-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:00:00.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>Nice Dinner</title><content type='html'>Another friend offered to watch Tayla for a couple hours while I went to the hospital to visit Camille and Liam, the day after he was born.  Camille had been trying to sleep most of the time, but wasn't getting much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7z91prxI/AAAAAAAACag/8Zm2CexlIkU/s1600/554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530978687579172626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7z91prxI/AAAAAAAACag/8Zm2CexlIkU/s400/554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I held Liam for a while.  Camille was glad for the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7zjSnJhI/AAAAAAAACaY/ahqcvhE8Cjs/s1600/557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530978680452883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7zjSnJhI/AAAAAAAACaY/ahqcvhE8Cjs/s400/557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******* ******** Hospital offers a "7 course" meal to the parents of all the children they deliver.  It is probably a way to buy us off for the other inconveniences of the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seven courses were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-Chicken cordon bleu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-Apple Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think all of those count as courses as far as fine dining goes, but it was a decent meal anyway.  I can't complain, it was free to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7zBiWbGI/AAAAAAAACaQ/-14BuPNnDoc/s1600/558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530978671392091234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7zBiWbGI/AAAAAAAACaQ/-14BuPNnDoc/s400/558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we finished up with dinner, it was time for me to take off and pick up Tayla and take her back home to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4771549119392987084?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4771549119392987084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4771549119392987084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4771549119392987084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-dinner.html' title='Nice Dinner'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH7z91prxI/AAAAAAAACag/8Zm2CexlIkU/s72-c/554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3202140639527207449</id><published>2010-10-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:00:03.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Tayla Meets Liam</title><content type='html'>The day after Liam was born, I brought Tayla in to see him and visit with Camille.  She was curious about the new baby and didn't really know how to react to him.  She hadn't really been around many children younger than her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4o4aaVQI/AAAAAAAACaI/bWacOgAx4ao/s1600/541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530975198609298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4o4aaVQI/AAAAAAAACaI/bWacOgAx4ao/s400/541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille had not slept very much because Liam had been fussing much of the night.  She tried to hold Tayla for a couple photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4oUtaBvI/AAAAAAAACaA/MPVIHg6sp-Q/s1600/544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530975189025294066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4oUtaBvI/AAAAAAAACaA/MPVIHg6sp-Q/s400/544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla didn't like to be held down.  She started to really fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4ntGC2wI/AAAAAAAACZ4/RA0zU2RFHI4/s1600/545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530975178391214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4ntGC2wI/AAAAAAAACZ4/RA0zU2RFHI4/s400/545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gave her some goldfish crackers and she calmed down for a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4nR8qFoI/AAAAAAAACZw/qnUAN-_meLk/s1600/547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530975171104085634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4nR8qFoI/AAAAAAAACZw/qnUAN-_meLk/s400/547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still, Tayla wasn't in the mood to sit around a cramped hospital room for very long so we headed back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3202140639527207449?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3202140639527207449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/tayla-meets-liam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3202140639527207449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3202140639527207449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/tayla-meets-liam.html' title='Tayla Meets Liam'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMH4o4aaVQI/AAAAAAAACaI/bWacOgAx4ao/s72-c/541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-654413307638403159</id><published>2010-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:22:15.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My 2-Week Fast</title><content type='html'>Day 0, 8 Oct 2010, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Beginning weight: 180.1 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 38.25 in&lt;br /&gt;Neck: 16.5 in&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: 41 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my fast tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally put on to the idea of a multi-day fast by a story on &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/259/promised-land"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt; that was aired a couple months ago. I started thinking that doing a cleansing fast would not only help me physically, but allow me to have more control over my mind and body and maybe allow me to have more clarity of though. I've fasted without food or water for a day at a time on several occasions for religious purposes, but this fast would only deprive me of solid food and it would last a full week or two. I would still be able to drink vegetable and fruit juices, broths and herbal teas on a strict regiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_12682_cleansing-fast-large.html"&gt;fasting plan&lt;/a&gt; online that gave me a solid plan of attack. It also includes eating some digestion supplements and doing a couple other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I told Camille that I was interested in doing this fast, I expected her to oppose the idea and give me several reasons that I shouldn't do it, to my surprise, she was completely supportive. So we put the plan into motion. Due to the lack of certain types of food, the fast would have obvious effects on my body such as weakness and exhaustion for the first several days. I had an Army physical training test scheduled, so I knew that I would want to wait until after that test before I started the fast. Since it's coming up on the long Columbus day weekend, I figured this would be the perfect time to start my fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've bought all the necessary foods, supplements and equipment, I'm ready to start my fast. I'm very apprehensive about it because I know that I'll feel weak for a time and I will go through a period of feeling extremely hungry, so I've been psyching myself up about it for several days. I am nervous that I won't have the willpower to continue my fast after the first day or two. I'm also nervous that I'll be so tired from it all that I won't be able to help at home and with the kids as much as Camille needs. Regardless of these worries, Camille is supporting me and I want to be successful in this personal journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go to bed now, and start the fun tomorrow morning, first thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, 9 Oct 2010, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 177.2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very interesting day. I started by taking a tablespoon of Epsom salts with some water. This worked as a laxative and started clearing me out. Then I drank an abundance of citrus juices mixed with water. I also drank some other vegetable juices, fruit juices, chicken broth and plenty of water. At times I even felt full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many times when I felt a strong urge to just pop a little bit of food in my mouth. It's tough to be around food when I can't have any myself. I fed my daughter a couple times today, and if I wasn't thinking, I probably would have just popped a bit of cracker, bread, fruit or something in my mouth as I was giving it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even really feel hungry at all until after noon when Camille made herself lunch and I didn't feel strong hunger until around 4 PM or so. Many times during the day I realized certain foods that I am really going to miss for the next couple weeks. I hardly ever eat them, but now they are something to daydream about. Imagine a slice of pepperoni pizza... or a meal from Panda Express. I try not to ponder too long on that, though because it just makes me focus on my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that my brain feels a bit different. Maybe it's just the fact that I've been so focused on myself, but this evening I've started to feel a little euphoric: kind of like that punch you get when you feel medicine finally kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really gotten to the hard part yet, I think. I'm worried that I haven't felt anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 10 Oct 2010, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 176.6 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a headache most of the day today. I even had to take an aspirin on a couple occasions. I am still having mad cravings for food sometimes. Mainly for potato chips, probably because I have much less salt intake than I normally do. I haven't been as hungry as I expected so far. I have had moments, but they pass and I feel mostly just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt weak. I can really tell when I have to get some sugar into my body. I do so my drinking some orange juice or apple juice. It still doesn't give me energy to do much, just keep from passing out. I find it hard to have any energy to chase kids or even stand in the kitchen and use the juicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an hour nap when the rest of the family was asleep and It was hard to wake up. It kinda feels like I've been sick and throwing up... that kind of weak feeling from exhaustion. I still expect it to get worse, though. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, 11 Oct 2010, Monday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 175.2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did well today. I still got hungry sometimes, but no more than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nomal&lt;/span&gt; day. When I got hungry, I would just drink some juice or do something to distract myself. I did feel rather weak at times. Not shaky weak, but just when I would go upstairs, for example, I would notice that my muscles were a bit fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cravings more often than I got hungry, and the cravings mainly came when I was around food, like when I made Camille's breakfast or fed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; something. If I was able to distance myself from food more, it would be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more mentally balanced. I took care of my newborn baby for a while and he was really angry and crying. He's had colic. Usually I feel myself get very angry with him and I get clenched teeth and have to put him down, but today I didn't feel any anger at all. I just calmly held him and tried to get him to stop crying. I didn't notice any guttural reaction at all. It was very nice to not even have anger inside of me like that. I don't know if I didn't get angry because my brain is getting different nutrients from my juice diet or if my body was just too weak to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling that it will probably be harder tomorrow than it has been so far. It's really not that bad yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, 12 Oct 2010, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 175.1 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get back to work today. It was hard to go out of the house because I kept being tempted with food. At the gas station, in my office, driving down the street. Everywhere you look is food, food, food! No wonder Americans are overweight. Being around food makes me crave it and makes me hungry. I was hoping that I would lose all appetite by now, but no such luck. I think it'll still be with me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym today and worked out my muscles. I didn't lift very heavy weights like usual, but just enough to let my body know that my muscles can't be used as fuel. I didn't lose any weight since yesterday, and maybe it's because my body has finally cleaned itself out and now it needs to focus on burning fat. At least that's what I'm hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin feels vaguely numb most of the time. I think it could be that my diet is affecting my nerves in some fashion. I've heard that nerves communicate using fat somehow, so maybe the lack of fat in my diet is interrupting the nerves slightly. I don't think it's a problem unless it starts getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, 13 Oct 2010, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 173.1 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite tough. Work was stressful because I had too much to do and no one was giving me time to do any of it. When I would get worked up or stressed, I would get hungry. I now understand how some people feel when they go home from work and say "I need a drink" because when I got home I felt like I really needed a bite to eat. I guess I'm addicted to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat, though, no matter how tempted I was. I had to rely on willpower, though, especially when my wife made a huge lasagna and left the leftovers on the counter for me to put in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grumpy today. In the past I know that lack of food makes me very grumpy and as soon as I get something in my system I feel happy and cheerful again. It's probably the same effect of either low nutrients or low blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, 14 Oct 2010, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 173.3 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how much energy I have for not having eaten any food in 6 full days. I also have had more focus than I feel I usually do. At work, I went from task to task and I didn't get sleepy or frustrated. When we went out shopping today, however, I began to feel faint after we were walking around for over an hour, luckily we were already in the checkout lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coworker told me that I was looking thin in the face today. He joked that he thought I might be sick or have cancer. I have not been telling anyone that I'm on a fast or that I'm even dieting. I figure I'll let people know after the fact because I don't want people bugging me about it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how long I was planning on fasting when I started. I was dead set on at least one week and then judge if I was feeling up to another week. I certainly feel like going for another week. I'll break the news to my wife this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7, 15 Oct 2010, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 171.4 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the This American Life story (mentioned above) I was under the impression that after a few days I wouldn't be hungry any more. I was wrong. I've been hungry most of the day today. It could be partly due to the fact that I have been running around doing stuff all day and working up an appetite, but I have been hungry every day at various times and to varying degrees. If you are thinking about doing this fast, be sure that you can put up with being very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half way through the fast. I feel great. It may be the fast that's doing it or it may partly be due to the fact that I'm not eating any processed sugars or caffeine. It allows my body to get to feel more like it naturally should. On day 2 of my fast I had a headache most of the day. It was probably a caffeine headache. Now that I'm over that withdrawal, I've felt fantastic. Why did I ever feel the need to drink Pepsi or Red Bull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8, 16 Oct 2010, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 170.4 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a tough time with hunger at dinner time. We went to a barbecue and it smelled and looked so good. Burgers, hot dogs, chips, salads... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmMMmm&lt;/span&gt;. We went because it was a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down 10 pounds in 8 days. It's startling really. I guess I'm starving myself without protein or breads. I can finally tell that I'm losing weight. Other people have noticed, but I guess looking at myself in the mirror every day makes it a little hard to notice things in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9, 17 Oct 2010, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 170.1 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that even when there's been hot weather, I don't feel as hot as I used to. I really can tell the difference in the body fat that I've lost so far. Not just with how warm or cool it is outside, but also with how I look. I can tell when I look in the mirror that I've lost weight, especially in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to be around food at all. When Camille ate lunch, even sitting near food was very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10, 18 Oct 2010, Monday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 169.1 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really noticed that I've been in control of my impulses since being on the fast. I feel like much less of a servant to my body. I haven't taken any pills (except the occasional aspirin) whereas I would take my daily muscle relaxers and a pain pill for my back. I feel no need for caffeine at all. I don't crave chocolate bars or other junk food. The only thing I really crave is food of any kind, whether it's healthy or not, I crave it the same. I also have my emotions in almost complete check. I feel much slower to anger or passion. Is this control over my body a byproduct of the nutrients in my diet or is it a psychological effect of having to deny myself the simple pleasure of eating for such a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't caught myself about to eat by accident in the last few days. Not eating has become as much of a habit as eating was before. Eating really is a habit that many of us have become accustomed to. It is almost second nature to just have food in front of us much of the time. Maybe it is boredom. If more of us found hobbies, we wouldn't eat so much. As it is, TV is the main recreation for many of us, and we are restless sitting in front of a screen for so long that we must do something with our hands, and mouth... we must always be eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11, 19 Oct 2010, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 169.8 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person I met for the first time told me that it must be easy to be as young as I am because it's easy to stay thin. I haven't gotten a comment like that in a long time. That shows that even people that don't know me think I'm thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting cramps in my legs. I'm not sure if it's because of the fast or if it's due to the fact that I haven't been to the gym in over a week when I regularly go a couple times a week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the home stretch now. I just have a couple days left until I start eating food again. I'm rather nervous to start eating food. I'm concerned that my weight will bounce back very quickly. I'm going to make a strong effort to eat less and eat healthier food from now on in order to keep from gaining too much of my weight back. I really feel more confident and happy with myself at this weight (but I wouldn't mind being a couple pounds lighter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12, 20 Oct 2010, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 169.2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel I need to get back to the gym. I have only gone once since being on the fast because of how little energy I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that one main reason that I wanted to fast for 14 days was to prove to myself that I could do it. It was a subconscious goal. It really is an exercise in willpower. It takes a lot of effort not to eat. I think any other benefit was secondary. Of course I wanted to lose weight and get a clarity of mind, but proving to myself that I could do this is really an achievement to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13, 21 Oct 2010, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 167.0 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I work out at the gym I lose a lot of water. This is partly due to the fact that I go to the sauna for 10 minutes or so each time. I always weigh less after a workout. Today after the gym I weighed 165 lbs. I haven't been that weight since I got married 6 years ago. During this whole fast, I kept hoping to myself that I would somehow hit that magic number. If I could maintain this weight I'd be happy, but I can't go on eating nothing for very much longer; my fast ends tomorrow. I just hope I don't gain back too much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling pretty much normal these past few days. The tingling skin went away and the weakness is gone. I do feel more energetic though. I sleep better. I also have a better temperament. I guess my brain likes my current diet. After I start eating tomorrow afternoon, I will definitely cut down (or out) the caffeine, eat much less junk food, eat more fruits and veggies and less meat. I also plan to eat less food in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous to eat again tomorrow. I don't know how my stomach will react to solid food after so long without. The fast plan does layout a set of instructions for eating again. I also wonder if my jaw will become fatigued having not chewed anything in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself a certain amount of spending money each pay period. Usually I run out of money by the next pay period, but I hardly spent any money at all in the past two weeks. I guess I only ever buy food. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14, 22 Oct 2010, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Ending Weight: 165.4 lbs (down 14.7 pounds)&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 36 in (down 2.25 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Neck: 15.5 in (down 1 inch)&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: 40 in (down 1 inch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it. My fast is over. I ate some cooked carrots around dinner time, making it a full 2 weeks since I ate anything. A couple hours later I ate some raw vegetables and a couple hours after that I ate some cooked potato. I wasn't really hungry at all after I ate the first food. In fact, eating itself seemed rather like a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel I accomplished what I set out to accomplish? Yes, I think so. I lost weight, I had insights into myself and my own eating habits and if nothing else, I proved to myself that I had the marathon mentality to accomplish this feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the longest anyone has ever fasted. Gandhi fasted for 3 weeks and Jesus supposedly fasted for 40 days, though I don't know if they drank any juice and broth like I did. I don't consider myself holy for doing the fast, though I do think that I was able to gain a better sense of myself through this experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it again? I don't know. If I do, it won't be for a while. But I'm not nervous about doing it again. Once I was able to realize that feeling hungry isn't the worst thing in the world it was a very positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUIWFIbFI/AAAAAAAACbo/vPhKFzuxgXA/s1600/Front+Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531286900939713618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUIWFIbFI/AAAAAAAACbo/vPhKFzuxgXA/s400/Front+Before.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUIJWZKdI/AAAAAAAACbg/eGZ2wmSyVaU/s1600/Front+After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531286897522452946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUIJWZKdI/AAAAAAAACbg/eGZ2wmSyVaU/s400/Front+After.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUHpLe7mI/AAAAAAAACbY/FOKKgyVfbYo/s1600/Side+Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531286888886759010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUHpLe7mI/AAAAAAAACbY/FOKKgyVfbYo/s400/Side+Before.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUHCeGnLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/uaaQKZTjDm0/s1600/Side+After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531286878495874226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUHCeGnLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/uaaQKZTjDm0/s400/Side+After.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-654413307638403159?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/654413307638403159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-0-8-oct-2010-friday-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/654413307638403159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/654413307638403159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-0-8-oct-2010-friday-beginning.html' title='My 2-Week Fast'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMMUIWFIbFI/AAAAAAAACbo/vPhKFzuxgXA/s72-c/Front+Before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7838892613782056711</id><published>2010-10-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:15:06.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Liam's Birth</title><content type='html'>On August 17th, Camille had a doctor's appointment.  It was still a week before the due date, but Camille' had been having bouts of contractions for a few days.  While Camille was at her doctor's appointment, I went to 24 Hour Fitness during my lunch hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM:  The doctor stripped the membrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the car after my gym workout, I checked my cel phone and had 4 missed calls from Camille and a text message which read: "Call me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good idea that Camille was in labor and I figured that she probably wanted to go to the hospital immediately.  I called her as I drove home.  The doctor had apparently 'stripped the membrane' therefore inducing labor.  Camille was having regular contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called work and told them I wouldn't be coming back in that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I found Camille layed up in bed, trying to get comfortable as she went through her contractions.  I was wrong, however. Camille didn't want to go to the hospital right away.  We still needed to wait until the contractions reached 3-5 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMCoZ7qQ2FI/AAAAAAAACZo/AGewZFwO6cc/s1600/517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605505876121682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMCoZ7qQ2FI/AAAAAAAACZo/AGewZFwO6cc/s400/517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4:30 PM: When the contractions reached 3-5 minutes apart, we headed to the hospital, dropping Tayla off at the Campbell's house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM: We checked in to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille grabbed her phone and started announcing to everyone what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMCoZjQEf8I/AAAAAAAACZg/aAOMfZ9we8w/s1600/519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605499323809730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMCoZjQEf8I/AAAAAAAACZg/aAOMfZ9we8w/s400/519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6:30 PM: The nurse measured Camille at 4 cm dilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mentioned that because the contractions had slowed slightly they might send us home.  We were bothered by their lack of concern.  They didn't even come and let us know what the plan was for hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45-8:00 PM: Camille walked around the hospital trying to get the baby to hurry up so that we wouldn't have to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Camille was walking around, I went down to the hospital cafeteria to grab a bite to eat.  I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:25 PM: Camille was 5 cm dilated with a thin cervix, according to the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided that we wouldn't have to go home because the baby was definitely progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM: After prodding, the nurses retrieved the anesthesiologist to put in the epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 PM: Camille was dilated 7-8 inches, and the doctor decided to brake the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another long time before anyone came and checked on us.  I guess it's a very busy hospital.  I guarantee that we're never going back to ****** ****** Hospital again, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:55 PM: Camille was fully dilated.  The nurse got excited and ran and got other nurses and the doctor.  They told us the baby had almost popped out by itself.  Thanks for paying attention nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 August 2010, 12:03 AM: Liam Gordon Kleparek was born!  It only took 1 contraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBbPNz7I/AAAAAAAACZY/o_AtKKWOV7Y/s1600/524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601786320998322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBbPNz7I/AAAAAAAACZY/o_AtKKWOV7Y/s400/524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I grabbed the camera to capture the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBOfkqhI/AAAAAAAACZQ/eMcWfUgxCtU/s1600/526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601782899943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBOfkqhI/AAAAAAAACZQ/eMcWfUgxCtU/s400/526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille held him for a while and they eventually wrapped him up in a blanket and gave me the chance to hold him.  After carrying around 1 year old Tayla, this baby seemed very light in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBFAmXdI/AAAAAAAACZI/6nU3UXzXNFA/s1600/530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601780354112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClBFAmXdI/AAAAAAAACZI/6nU3UXzXNFA/s400/530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They checked to make sure everything seemed good.  They said he appeared fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClA81uGJI/AAAAAAAACZA/xEcLOrChqUA/s1600/536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601778160998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClA81uGJI/AAAAAAAACZA/xEcLOrChqUA/s400/536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1:00 AM: They weighed Liam in at 8 lbs 5.4 oz.  They also measured his length at 20 1/4 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClAi0hmGI/AAAAAAAACY4/jl8VAWYVjnM/s1600/539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601771176663138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMClAi0hmGI/AAAAAAAACY4/jl8VAWYVjnM/s400/539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a while Camille was starting to nap so I went home.  This hospital didn't have any comfortable chairs or bed for me to sleep in, and I needed to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tayla was still at the Campbell's house, and I wasn't going to pick her up in the middle of the night.  I went home and slept.  The next day, I picked up Tayla and headed back to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7838892613782056711?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7838892613782056711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/liams-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7838892613782056711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7838892613782056711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/liams-birth.html' title='Liam&apos;s Birth'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TMCoZ7qQ2FI/AAAAAAAACZo/AGewZFwO6cc/s72-c/517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-6858496310313467481</id><published>2010-10-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:00:01.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Tayla</title><content type='html'>Whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; gets outside, the first thing she wants to do is play with the hose.  In this instance, she soaked all her clothes.  I took her clothes off and she got her diaper completely wet.  I wanted to take photos without being arrested for child pornography, so I strategically arranged the photo with the chair blocking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL8deM5bbNI/AAAAAAAACYw/QJgseVBvIKM/s1600/511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530171272129637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL8deM5bbNI/AAAAAAAACYw/QJgseVBvIKM/s400/511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure she will eventually prefer me showing this photo to her first boyfriend than the alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-6858496310313467481?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/6858496310313467481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/tayla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6858496310313467481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/6858496310313467481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/tayla.html' title='Tayla'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL8deM5bbNI/AAAAAAAACYw/QJgseVBvIKM/s72-c/511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4147488275131257873</id><published>2010-10-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:00:05.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Train Museum Revisited</title><content type='html'>Shortly after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was born and my mom was visiting from Washington, we all went to the Train Museum near downtown  Sacramento.  When Anton and his family were visiting back in August, we suggested that they might enjoy a visit.  We all went down together and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; on my shoulders or she would run around and maybe get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yVsPCLHI/AAAAAAAACYo/6LEgWModXxA/s1600/489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842371946228850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yVsPCLHI/AAAAAAAACYo/6LEgWModXxA/s400/489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes she wouldn't grab me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yVZSNS9I/AAAAAAAACYg/YK3U_ICLJts/s1600/490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842366859267026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yVZSNS9I/AAAAAAAACYg/YK3U_ICLJts/s400/490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was an area that had toy trains for the kids to play with.  This area was by far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yUwAJ4qI/AAAAAAAACYY/PKyG-xpiUeY/s1600/498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842355777692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yUwAJ4qI/AAAAAAAACYY/PKyG-xpiUeY/s400/498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yJaQUzQI/AAAAAAAACYI/b10jfVDWtwY/s1600/501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842160961375490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yJaQUzQI/AAAAAAAACYI/b10jfVDWtwY/s400/501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it came time to go, she got very upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this exhibit where you could listen to a brief history of one of the trains.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; loved holding up the telephone to her ear and hear the woman speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yJLuH5_I/AAAAAAAACYA/rB3HVMARX60/s1600/502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842157059827698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yJLuH5_I/AAAAAAAACYA/rB3HVMARX60/s400/502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anton's kids also got in on the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yIliIqXI/AAAAAAAACX4/Ay11rO3e9rE/s1600/506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842146808998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yIliIqXI/AAAAAAAACX4/Ay11rO3e9rE/s400/506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were leaving, we saw a bunch of these Google cars driving around.  Maybe you can see our picture if you go to Google street view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yIZkR3LI/AAAAAAAACXw/livLvV-ofLQ/s1600/507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842143596764338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yIZkR3LI/AAAAAAAACXw/livLvV-ofLQ/s400/507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4147488275131257873?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4147488275131257873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/train-museum-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4147488275131257873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4147488275131257873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/train-museum-revisited.html' title='Train Museum Revisited'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3yVsPCLHI/AAAAAAAACYo/6LEgWModXxA/s72-c/489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3541165936779215798</id><published>2010-10-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:00:04.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; likes to pretend that she's grown up by copying what Camille and I do.  She's always copying how we act, what we say or what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to try on my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3f5orXZ7I/AAAAAAAACXA/R9fxOil3QUQ/s1600/481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529822098745681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3f5orXZ7I/AAAAAAAACXA/R9fxOil3QUQ/s400/481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of her favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pastimes&lt;/span&gt; is carrying Mom's purse.  We got her a purse of her own, but she only likes playing with Camille's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3f5EemnhI/AAAAAAAACW4/0hyBk-XzYyg/s1600/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529822089028476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3f5EemnhI/AAAAAAAACW4/0hyBk-XzYyg/s400/484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3541165936779215798?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3541165936779215798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3541165936779215798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3541165936779215798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3f5orXZ7I/AAAAAAAACXA/R9fxOil3QUQ/s72-c/481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1049021186259171183</id><published>2010-10-19T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:34:39.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Water</title><content type='html'>Nearby our house there is a water park.  We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; there several times this summer.  She loved going, but oddly enough, she doesn't like to play in the water that much.  I have to take her into the middle of the fun, set her down and watch her run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GNo_CWRI/AAAAAAAACWw/8FkHR5WHYbU/s1600/452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793855123249426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GNo_CWRI/AAAAAAAACWw/8FkHR5WHYbU/s400/452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In one instance, we stood under this innocent looking palm tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GNUoxTgI/AAAAAAAACWo/5nCcRUe8A94/s1600/453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793849661148674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GNUoxTgI/AAAAAAAACWo/5nCcRUe8A94/s400/453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GM3f2RZI/AAAAAAAACWg/qyMH4wC_j1c/s1600/454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793841839097234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GM3f2RZI/AAAAAAAACWg/qyMH4wC_j1c/s400/454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GMg4WdSI/AAAAAAAACWY/ZdgyBodtaxc/s1600/455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793835767854370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GMg4WdSI/AAAAAAAACWY/ZdgyBodtaxc/s400/455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That scared her a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really enjoys the water, but she doesn't like not being in control of the water, I think.  At this water park, several of the attractions would go on and off without notice, and that made her nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GL_Eo8qI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Feet_tVomv0/s1600/457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793826692592290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GL_Eo8qI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Feet_tVomv0/s400/457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got plenty wet myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F4yEMHYI/AAAAAAAACWI/CIaXwr-hYE4/s1600/458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793496783527298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F4yEMHYI/AAAAAAAACWI/CIaXwr-hYE4/s400/458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At a different location, we went swimming one day.  This is at park up the American River several miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F4Xk-rII/AAAAAAAACWA/l_1hLSQKY9g/s1600/466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793489673301122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F4Xk-rII/AAAAAAAACWA/l_1hLSQKY9g/s400/466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; only would willingly go in the water up to her ankles or so.  I would have to urge her into deeper water. By "urge," I mean "pick up and take her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3xRZNuI/AAAAAAAACV4/nGuIEJRuWHo/s1600/470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793479390607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3xRZNuI/AAAAAAAACV4/nGuIEJRuWHo/s400/470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was more interested in the rocks and the ducks than playing in water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3pB-drI/AAAAAAAACVw/zY92T4jLr4U/s1600/473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793477178455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3pB-drI/AAAAAAAACVw/zY92T4jLr4U/s400/473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...but she still enjoyed being tossed a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3W5Jm4I/AAAAAAAACVo/KMrR7QAFnsQ/s1600/478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793472309599106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3F3W5Jm4I/AAAAAAAACVo/KMrR7QAFnsQ/s400/478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1049021186259171183?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1049021186259171183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-in-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1049021186259171183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1049021186259171183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-in-water.html' title='Fun in the Water'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TL3GNo_CWRI/AAAAAAAACWw/8FkHR5WHYbU/s72-c/452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7782932886163941296</id><published>2010-10-12T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:05:09.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fun at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of fun stuff to do around our house.  When Camille was nearly 9 months pregnant she didn't really have the energy to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; out and about, so we just let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; play with things around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is out back playing with the hose.  She figured out that covering the top makes it spray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TGNeddKI/AAAAAAAACU4/CzbPNmt6_Uw/s1600/437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525797002712806562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TGNeddKI/AAAAAAAACU4/CzbPNmt6_Uw/s400/437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She likes playing in our clothes bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TCTkqCKI/AAAAAAAACUw/He2wuLpKMZY/s1600/441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796935629932706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TCTkqCKI/AAAAAAAACUw/He2wuLpKMZY/s400/441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She can even roll it from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TCEgwmlI/AAAAAAAACUo/Pa2_97izppo/s1600/442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796931587054162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TCEgwmlI/AAAAAAAACUo/Pa2_97izppo/s400/442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TB3bXIMI/AAAAAAAACUg/MbpHO65AdIg/s1600/444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796928074752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TB3bXIMI/AAAAAAAACUg/MbpHO65AdIg/s400/444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe if I roll to the side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvtGwfrI/AAAAAAAACUA/Yw2jgusZQ5I/s1600/445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796616066334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvtGwfrI/AAAAAAAACUA/Yw2jgusZQ5I/s400/445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvhYRSKI/AAAAAAAACT4/L-jm-Nw_UxI/s1600/446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796612918560930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvhYRSKI/AAAAAAAACT4/L-jm-Nw_UxI/s400/446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; even climbed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvY8cw4I/AAAAAAAACTw/DSirmAk6tQI/s1600/447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796610654389122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvY8cw4I/AAAAAAAACTw/DSirmAk6tQI/s400/447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cat play box, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; found that it was just her size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvCyZTOI/AAAAAAAACTo/yg0pQKZW6T8/s1600/449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796604706639074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-SvCyZTOI/AAAAAAAACTo/yg0pQKZW6T8/s400/449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that she discovered that she can get in this box, she's been trying to climb in all sorts of other things including clothes baskets and even drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-Su_wd2yI/AAAAAAAACTg/DnKmQNLB-fc/s1600/451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796603893242658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-Su_wd2yI/AAAAAAAACTg/DnKmQNLB-fc/s400/451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She tolerates playing around the house, but she really enjoys her time outside or when we go on trips to the store.  She's a doll.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7782932886163941296?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7782932886163941296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7782932886163941296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7782932886163941296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at Home'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-TGNeddKI/AAAAAAAACU4/CzbPNmt6_Uw/s72-c/437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7254815489531747903</id><published>2010-10-10T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:39:00.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fun House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Camille's mom is a super-seamstress.  She was able to make a cloth covering to go over a card table.  Using a pre-printed fabric, she makes a little house that Tayla can play in and around.... and she loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-PwtGvb3I/AAAAAAAACTY/b-NxtEmJroo/s1600/429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525793334711250802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-PwtGvb3I/AAAAAAAACTY/b-NxtEmJroo/s400/429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's even a window on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-Pwc-3FJI/AAAAAAAACTQ/YVSCeE5ElFU/s1600/428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525793330383230098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-Pwc-3FJI/AAAAAAAACTQ/YVSCeE5ElFU/s400/428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Thanks Grandma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-PvinD8nI/AAAAAAAACTI/FJe9hkpawOc/s1600/433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525793314714153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-PvinD8nI/AAAAAAAACTI/FJe9hkpawOc/s400/433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask nicely (and pay Camille's mom enough money), she might even make one for your kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7254815489531747903?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7254815489531747903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7254815489531747903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7254815489531747903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-house.html' title='Fun House'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-PwtGvb3I/AAAAAAAACTY/b-NxtEmJroo/s72-c/429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1238873381926575693</id><published>2010-10-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:00:01.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fun in Utah</title><content type='html'>While we were in Utah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; had many opportunities to play around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; playing with a toy at her great grandpa's house.  It has all her favorite things to push: buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NYA6Sa9I/AAAAAAAACTA/NK2D5qoHOG0/s1600/413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790711507741650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NYA6Sa9I/AAAAAAAACTA/NK2D5qoHOG0/s400/413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Push those buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQj8n3DI/AAAAAAAACS4/Kixtjl47jLk/s1600/415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790583473822770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQj8n3DI/AAAAAAAACS4/Kixtjl47jLk/s400/415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and her cousins cleaning up after writing with chalk all over a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQZptsyI/AAAAAAAACSw/w0ppItHqjPI/s1600/420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790580710159138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQZptsyI/AAAAAAAACSw/w0ppItHqjPI/s400/420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get into Dad's backpack.  There's always fun things to play with in there: keys, things that make noise when they shake and coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQKoudVI/AAAAAAAACSo/KuGsEVZ57GE/s1600/424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790576679482706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NQKoudVI/AAAAAAAACSo/KuGsEVZ57GE/s400/424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; with her second cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NP-5viSI/AAAAAAAACSg/Gckx5VaE9vk/s1600/426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790573529631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NP-5viSI/AAAAAAAACSg/Gckx5VaE9vk/s400/426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David with his cousin Brent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NPr6by8I/AAAAAAAACSY/6im7Z1kWUCI/s1600/427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790568432257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NPr6by8I/AAAAAAAACSY/6im7Z1kWUCI/s400/427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun trip to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1238873381926575693?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1238873381926575693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-in-utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1238873381926575693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1238873381926575693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-in-utah.html' title='Fun in Utah'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK-NYA6Sa9I/AAAAAAAACTA/NK2D5qoHOG0/s72-c/413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1853313607139927427</id><published>2010-10-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:00:01.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Baby Doll</title><content type='html'>"Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;, soon you'll have a new baby brother.  Pretend this is him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nmN24w_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/N-hiHghw9_U/s1600/408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525467699082740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nmN24w_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/N-hiHghw9_U/s400/408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Give him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nmODzdBI/AAAAAAAACSI/93hS7Ha5fCQ/s1600/409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525467699136918546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nmODzdBI/AAAAAAAACSI/93hS7Ha5fCQ/s400/409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "No don't suck on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;.  Give it to him... like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nltdFYqI/AAAAAAAACSA/LWJUfyPlT6U/s1600/410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525467690384581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nltdFYqI/AAAAAAAACSA/LWJUfyPlT6U/s400/410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nlYZmiTI/AAAAAAAACR4/K8yYnkeTIZc/s1600/411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525467684732832050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nlYZmiTI/AAAAAAAACR4/K8yYnkeTIZc/s400/411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You'd better not do that to your brother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1853313607139927427?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1853313607139927427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1853313607139927427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1853313607139927427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-doll.html' title='Baby Doll'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TK5nmN24w_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/N-hiHghw9_U/s72-c/408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5934170291018597964</id><published>2010-10-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:29:14.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Aquarium Etcetera</title><content type='html'>Back in July, when we were visiting Utah, I made plans with my friends Justin and Kathleen Lofley. We went to an aquarium in Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLSJnSE6I/AAAAAAAACRw/pc69zAsPyZg/s1600/389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732880578810786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLSJnSE6I/AAAAAAAACRw/pc69zAsPyZg/s400/389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla seemed to enjoy most of the exhibits, but didn't have as much patience as the rest of us to read the information about the different animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her to touch a sting ray. She wouldn't have done that on her own... Gross, dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLR52kgyI/AAAAAAAACRo/d3qpo5DG5_I/s1600/394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732876347966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLR52kgyI/AAAAAAAACRo/d3qpo5DG5_I/s400/394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was finally getting the idea of what fish were by the time we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLRrmWEWI/AAAAAAAACRg/X__yx6Y9494/s1600/396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732872521814370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLRrmWEWI/AAAAAAAACRg/X__yx6Y9494/s400/396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille gave a hand, though she was 7 1/2 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLROcv8eI/AAAAAAAACRY/G_2nv71C9dA/s1600/397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732864696938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLROcv8eI/AAAAAAAACRY/G_2nv71C9dA/s400/397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to help Tayla pose for some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLCzdFp-I/AAAAAAAACRQ/rUpoDniHaNo/s1600/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732616932435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLCzdFp-I/AAAAAAAACRQ/rUpoDniHaNo/s400/399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's good to have Dad around to help get high enough to see everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLCfPaBmI/AAAAAAAACRI/OgvIvfYKASE/s1600/400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732611506341474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLCfPaBmI/AAAAAAAACRI/OgvIvfYKASE/s400/400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the aquarium, we went over to the mall for an Orange Julius. Camille helped Tayla ride a carousel. She had a lot of fun doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLBF2TokI/AAAAAAAACRA/s-CeTUhoLE4/s1600/401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732587510309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLBF2TokI/AAAAAAAACRA/s-CeTUhoLE4/s400/401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's me, Tayla, Justin, and nurse Kathleen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLA4b9NyI/AAAAAAAACQ4/JJMgx5bK9b0/s1600/405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732583910127394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLA4b9NyI/AAAAAAAACQ4/JJMgx5bK9b0/s400/405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a "tornado" machine that I spent 2 bucks on, but all it did was mess up my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLAZ8jHVI/AAAAAAAACQw/XUyDggBFVaY/s1600/406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732575725329746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLAZ8jHVI/AAAAAAAACQw/XUyDggBFVaY/s400/406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great time. I don't get to see most of my friends enough now that I live in California, so it's nice when I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5934170291018597964?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5934170291018597964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/aquarium-etcetera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5934170291018597964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5934170291018597964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/10/aquarium-etcetera.html' title='Aquarium Etcetera'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TKvLSJnSE6I/AAAAAAAACRw/pc69zAsPyZg/s72-c/389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-9186091991012286432</id><published>2010-09-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:06:42.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Visiting Family</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of July, Camille and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; took the train to Utah before me.  They spent several days visiting with family before I was able to get there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Camille's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandad's&lt;/span&gt; house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; liked playing with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoY4x8m9EI/AAAAAAAACQo/Tqy4_3M21Tw/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751657055253570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoY4x8m9EI/AAAAAAAACQo/Tqy4_3M21Tw/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYpENx4wI/AAAAAAAACQg/UoZxwDICgos/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751387081204482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYpENx4wI/AAAAAAAACQg/UoZxwDICgos/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even dared to feed him out of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYowKwmXI/AAAAAAAACQY/DvEX1VBtuEI/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751381699828082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYowKwmXI/AAAAAAAACQY/DvEX1VBtuEI/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also found a basket full of books which she found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; interesting and informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYojH0eWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/MR4D5XJrWAY/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751378197838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYojH0eWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/MR4D5XJrWAY/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYoQA6niI/AAAAAAAACQI/lGw2gbwEetI/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751373068607010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYoQA6niI/AAAAAAAACQI/lGw2gbwEetI/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Camille sitting between both her sisters: Stephanie and Natalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYoBYqbXI/AAAAAAAACQA/IgaW_c-PRtg/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751369141677426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoYoBYqbXI/AAAAAAAACQA/IgaW_c-PRtg/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille rode the train out to Utah on Sunday, July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and I drove out on that next Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-9186091991012286432?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/9186091991012286432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/visiting-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9186091991012286432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/9186091991012286432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/visiting-family.html' title='Visiting Family'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJoY4x8m9EI/AAAAAAAACQo/Tqy4_3M21Tw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4872140923066077704</id><published>2010-09-21T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:06:30.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Tayla in a Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and I were playing with a gym bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJk4pVW0ddI/AAAAAAAACP4/lXnHBGhpSbs/s1600/344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519505101077902802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJk4pVW0ddI/AAAAAAAACP4/lXnHBGhpSbs/s400/344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could probably put her in there and she could travel for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4872140923066077704?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4872140923066077704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/tayla-in-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4872140923066077704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4872140923066077704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/tayla-in-bag.html' title='Tayla in a Bag'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJk4pVW0ddI/AAAAAAAACP4/lXnHBGhpSbs/s72-c/344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4934525225443635161</id><published>2010-09-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:59:44.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>Week 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJfmjKBMwRI/AAAAAAAACPw/w7nO4ykw-Ig/s1600/313.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJfmikWQ2gI/AAAAAAAACPo/CcnnMX-AIec/s1600/311.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way back in June, we took a photo of Camille when she was 31 weeks along with Liam. I was diligent in taking weekly photos of her during her pregnancy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;, but the novelty wore off. We took a few photos, however and here is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJfl--Ly9LI/AAAAAAAACPg/HQBOtWvXhC8/s1600/313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519132738372957362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJfl--Ly9LI/AAAAAAAACPg/HQBOtWvXhC8/s400/313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Being pregnant does make one's belly bigger, but it doesn't make you any less beautiful.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camille is as beautiful as ever, and people are consistently shocked at how fast she has lost the baby weight.  She is already about the same weight that she was when she got pregnant with Liam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4934525225443635161?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4934525225443635161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4934525225443635161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4934525225443635161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-31.html' title='Week 31'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJfl--Ly9LI/AAAAAAAACPg/HQBOtWvXhC8/s72-c/313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-493499576921377677</id><published>2010-09-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:29:06.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Lois in Town</title><content type='html'>In the beginning of July, my mother came into town from Washington.  She hitched a ride with her friend Ula Lewis who was coming down for her daughter's wedding down in the bay area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom stayed with us for a few days before heading back to Washington.  While she was here she went with us to see Camille perform with her Army band.  On July 1st, she performed as part of a street fair in Lodi.  Tayla borrowed her mallets and beat on her stroller for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzNETOMZI/AAAAAAAACPQ/u0hEWGFsBWY/s1600/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517247318091248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzNETOMZI/AAAAAAAACPQ/u0hEWGFsBWY/s400/325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that week, we went to Napa where we had a picnic and watched Camille perform another concert.  The performance was really great, but Tayla was not being cooperative.  She had missed her nap and was quite tired.  The performance was inside a theater, and small children were not the target audience.  In fact, 95% or more of the audience appeared to be of retired age.  Fortunately, the theater was equipped with a small room at the back of the theater that had a viewing window which allowed me to watch the concert while sparing the audience from Tayla's grumpy and noisy attempts to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzMRIj77I/AAAAAAAACPI/cxAfyoXaPUc/s1600/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517247304356327346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzMRIj77I/AAAAAAAACPI/cxAfyoXaPUc/s400/326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The band had asked me to take a photo of them prior to the concert.  It was rather difficult with the lighting, but I think the photo that I took for them was fairly decent for an amateur like me.  You can even see Camille in her civilian clothes (because her uniform wouldn't fit her pregnant belly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzLjNC2xI/AAAAAAAACPA/_M7JBPIjtRQ/s1600/327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517247292027099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzLjNC2xI/AAAAAAAACPA/_M7JBPIjtRQ/s400/327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille took off to Utah on July 4th on the same day that my mother and I went to the aforementioned wedding in the bay area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 6th, my mom went back to Washington State.  It was fun to have her visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-493499576921377677?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/493499576921377677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/lois-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/493499576921377677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/493499576921377677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/lois-in-town.html' title='Lois in Town'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TJEzNETOMZI/AAAAAAAACPQ/u0hEWGFsBWY/s72-c/325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3662786986061928890</id><published>2010-09-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:31:06.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged much in the past few months, so now I'm going back and catching up.  Today we will be revisiting the far off days of June 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2010, when "California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gurls&lt;/span&gt;" was the number one song and "Toy Story 3" was the number one film.  Ah, the good old days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that particular Saturday, Camille, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Citrus Heights where the National Guard Army band was marching in the local community parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNfwaB_bI/AAAAAAAACOg/xJ150G-hm6U/s1600/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNfwaB_bI/AAAAAAAACOg/xJ150G-hm6U/s400/316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515517007866494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parade was about an hour long. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNfexVScI/AAAAAAAACOY/Iz8bqvAtKuU/s1600/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNfexVScI/AAAAAAAACOY/Iz8bqvAtKuU/s400/318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515517003132389826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille was 7 months pregnant at the time, so she didn't actually march in the parade, itself.  She was there for moral support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; took a little bit of work to keep entertained, though it was fun to see things like horses and little cars passing by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNe0wQmRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/liRP1LS-wMk/s1600/320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNe0wQmRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/liRP1LS-wMk/s400/320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515516991853598994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; is getting to be more and more of a handful.  She really doesn't like sitting still for very long.  We have to find new ways to keep her busy.  She's great though.  It seems like everyday she is showing us something new that she's learned.  A toddler's brain is a very impressive piece of machinery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3662786986061928890?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3662786986061928890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3662786986061928890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3662786986061928890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/09/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TIsNfwaB_bI/AAAAAAAACOg/xJ150G-hm6U/s72-c/316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7535580914789861302</id><published>2010-08-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:27:48.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Liam Gordon Kleparek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Liam Gordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kleparek&lt;/span&gt; was born on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August, 2010 at 12:03 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was 20.25 inches long and 8 lbs 5.4 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of the first photos we took of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_RzDWoSI/AAAAAAAACOA/9doC64P3E7U/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_RzDWoSI/AAAAAAAACOA/9doC64P3E7U/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511419987733422370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is at exactly one week old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_Rv-Y2OI/AAAAAAAACN4/9G49g6wcaJE/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_Rv-Y2OI/AAAAAAAACN4/9G49g6wcaJE/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511419986907289826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 10 days old he really started opening his eyes.  What a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_RKMU2mI/AAAAAAAACNw/2SCeZ8hxYDc/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_RKMU2mI/AAAAAAAACNw/2SCeZ8hxYDc/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511419976765200994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been rather busy with things, so I haven't blogged much.  Don't worry, though, I'll be posting more soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7535580914789861302?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7535580914789861302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/08/liam-gordon-kleparek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7535580914789861302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7535580914789861302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/08/liam-gordon-kleparek.html' title='Liam Gordon Kleparek'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/THx_RzDWoSI/AAAAAAAACOA/9doC64P3E7U/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1625999302090511168</id><published>2010-07-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:33:46.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Outside</title><content type='html'>Because it's been very warm outside recently and Camille currently has an internal oven, she and Tayla have been spending most of the time inside the house where it's nice and air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the morning before it gets too hot outside, they will go for a walk outside, but because Camille is now 36 weeks pregnant, she can't do that for very long without getting sore and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayla loves it outside, though.  There's a lot of fun stuff to do, like dig in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TE76r3RIyYI/AAAAAAAACNo/iREY6mBxMiI/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498607826543102338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TE76r3RIyYI/AAAAAAAACNo/iREY6mBxMiI/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these photos a few weeks ago.  She loves picking up the tiny flowers or twigs.  It's way more fun than staying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TE76rpq40zI/AAAAAAAACNg/RxfO2wjzHz8/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498607822893011762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TE76rpq40zI/AAAAAAAACNg/RxfO2wjzHz8/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't really blame it all on Camille's pregnancy, though.  When I get home, I'm tired and hot and wore out as well, so all I want to do is lay back and relax for a while.  But poor Tayla has to rely on two old lazy people for all her entertainment needs.  I know that she loves going outside, so I'll just have to make more of a point to play with her outdoors more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1625999302090511168?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1625999302090511168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1625999302090511168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1625999302090511168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/outside.html' title='Outside'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TE76r3RIyYI/AAAAAAAACNo/iREY6mBxMiI/s72-c/IMG_1784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-675601963548150255</id><published>2010-07-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:00:00.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Eclectic Electric Lawn Mower</title><content type='html'>For the past few years, we've owned a push mower: that's a spinning blade that is powered by pushing it across the lawn.  The problem with that mower is that the blade got increasingly less effective and it got harder and harder to push.  While I do like a workout, I don't enjoy breaking my wrist and arms just to end up with a hack job of a lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago or so, Camille and I went to Lowe's and bought a new mower.  We decided that since we have a small lawn (and are likely to for some time) that we would buy an electric lawn mower.  It's cheaper than a gas powered mower and it's quieter as well.  It also doesn't take gas, so we don't have to worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is the extension cord.  We have a one hundred foot extension cord, so we can reach all our properly.  The extension chord limits how far from an outlet you can mow.  It also makes it rather annoying to mow with.  It's like running a very big vacuum cleaner than can chop it's own cord in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjYgnR-gUI/AAAAAAAACNY/anZX0FjkYDo/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496881400017486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjYgnR-gUI/AAAAAAAACNY/anZX0FjkYDo/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla loved the chord, but she kept getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjYfxjOadI/AAAAAAAACNQ/JUSACGrzkok/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496881385594317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjYfxjOadI/AAAAAAAACNQ/JUSACGrzkok/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They do make cordless lawn mowers, but they cost about 3 times as much and then you have to worry about how long the battery will last.  At first the cord really bothered me, but now that I've been using this mower for a while, I think I've gotten used to it.  Just be sure you don't let your grass grow too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got back from our Utah vacation, the yard looked like the Amazon rain forest.  When mowing some of the heavier patches of lawn, the mower's motor would struggle a bit.  If you are thinking about getting an electric mower and have a thick lawn, be sure to get a mower with more amperage.  Our 12 amp mower is fine for the burbs, but if we need to start mowing our own hay, we'll have to look into getting stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final product review 4/5 stars.  I love how quiet and easy to use it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-675601963548150255?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/675601963548150255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclectic-electric-lawn-mower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/675601963548150255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/675601963548150255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclectic-electric-lawn-mower.html' title='Eclectic Electric Lawn Mower'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjYgnR-gUI/AAAAAAAACNY/anZX0FjkYDo/s72-c/IMG_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8608507194420177218</id><published>2010-07-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:27:03.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Army Birthday</title><content type='html'>On last June 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the Army had it's 235&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  To celebrate, my Army unit had a birthday celebration.  Maybe "celebration" was a bit of a strong word.  It pretty much consisted of a formation with a short speech and a birthday cake cutting "ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dubbed the announcer for the ceremony.  This is the first time that I've been an announcer for anything.  Besides one small mistake, I did a pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQJGW5VCI/AAAAAAAACNI/QBqdHFtIMYQ/s1600/armybirthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872199949734946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQJGW5VCI/AAAAAAAACNI/QBqdHFtIMYQ/s400/armybirthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the students and staff at our school gathered up for the short ceremony.  It was warm outside and I was glad that I was able to sit down in the shade during the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQIjhHY9I/AAAAAAAACNA/9GclEGbPRtc/s1600/armybirthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872190597358546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQIjhHY9I/AAAAAAAACNA/9GclEGbPRtc/s400/armybirthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how cake cutting turned into a ceremony in the Army.  I guess with an organization as big on ceremony as the Army, everything will eventually turn into a ceremony.  There's military courtesy for what you say and do when you pass someone on the street.  There's "drill and ceremony" for how to correctly walk.  There's an official way to write a letter.  There's even Army custom for weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The official custom for the Army birthday cake cutting ceremony ® is that the highest ranking Soldier and the lowest ranking Soldier together hold a sabre (a military sword) and slice the first piece of cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe even more important is that the announcer looks on in a very serious manner from the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQIVcE2QI/AAAAAAAACM4/rcSd0DNx2vQ/s1600/armybirthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872186818124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQIVcE2QI/AAAAAAAACM4/rcSd0DNx2vQ/s400/armybirthday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe this will launch a career in Army Ceremony announcing.  It's a flourishing career field at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8608507194420177218?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8608507194420177218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/army-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8608507194420177218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8608507194420177218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/07/army-birthday.html' title='Army Birthday'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TEjQJGW5VCI/AAAAAAAACNI/QBqdHFtIMYQ/s72-c/armybirthday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4179224011027435834</id><published>2010-06-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:38:21.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago, we hopped in the car and went over to the "Friends of Folsom Zoo Sanctuary."  Yes, it's the same Folsom where Johnny Cash went to the prison to perform back in 1968 for his famous album.  I was hoping to see a band perform "Folsom Zoo Blues" while I was there, but no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we immediately noticed several chickens roaming the grounds outside the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsVbHYenI/AAAAAAAACMw/bIktYONDI0E/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488318211216145010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsVbHYenI/AAAAAAAACMw/bIktYONDI0E/s400/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the zoo, we saw big cats, wolves, monkeys, bears, tigers and so forth.  Since it was a sanctuary, many of the animals were rescued from homes where people had been raising them.  Silly people, don't you know that cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuddly&lt;/span&gt; baby bears turn in to big giant head-eating bears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsVDFd9qI/AAAAAAAACMo/_wiqQlxrE2c/s1600/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488318204765664930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsVDFd9qI/AAAAAAAACMo/_wiqQlxrE2c/s400/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; amazingly left her hat on for most of the day.  I wore it around the house before we left so that I could show her that you're supposed to leave it on your head rather than take it off and throw it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUx1Up2I/AAAAAAAACMg/JXEVBcIXwn0/s1600/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488318200134543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUx1Up2I/AAAAAAAACMg/JXEVBcIXwn0/s400/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; liked seeing the animals.  We tried to teach her the names of the animals, but her animal vocabulary is pretty much limited to "kitty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUuuKQpI/AAAAAAAACMY/936RHrGfSww/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488318199299195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUuuKQpI/AAAAAAAACMY/936RHrGfSww/s400/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really enjoyed getting to see animals for real rather than through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUHN8vgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Rc7mXhnTPY4/s1600/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488318188695109122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsUHN8vgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Rc7mXhnTPY4/s400/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A deer even came up to us to say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr9KMSR5I/AAAAAAAACMI/94IOMel76UU/s1600/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317794356447122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr9KMSR5I/AAAAAAAACMI/94IOMel76UU/s400/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr88Ho20I/AAAAAAAACMA/LrPBknkCZbI/s1600/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317790578858818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr88Ho20I/AAAAAAAACMA/LrPBknkCZbI/s400/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was one of those wood face cutout things, so I had Camille and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; pose.  With the odd positions of the holes, Camille had to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; at an odd angle.  I got this really great shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8p5B-YI/AAAAAAAACL4/Xe13NqwHQhw/s1600/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317785685752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8p5B-YI/AAAAAAAACL4/Xe13NqwHQhw/s400/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was amazed when the peacock spread it's feathers.  She stared for a while and then went after it.  Maybe she thought it was a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8ZE7QfI/AAAAAAAACLw/9zOAt4Q6ELE/s1600/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317781172240882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8ZE7QfI/AAAAAAAACLw/9zOAt4Q6ELE/s400/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before leaving, we saw a lady who was letting kids get a close up look at a really big rabbit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't know what to make of it.  She liked looking at it, but we had to help convince her to pet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8D2XqJI/AAAAAAAACLo/E2HLFkDauFI/s1600/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317775474043026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpr8D2XqJI/AAAAAAAACLo/E2HLFkDauFI/s400/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took off and went home.  It was a nice outing.  Much better than the alternative - sitting around the house and trying to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; not go crazy with boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4179224011027435834?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4179224011027435834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4179224011027435834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4179224011027435834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCpsVbHYenI/AAAAAAAACMw/bIktYONDI0E/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2865335033720512341</id><published>2010-06-23T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:30:23.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Bigger Cake</title><content type='html'>Saw this photo on wedinator.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCKKzgUJTEI/AAAAAAAACK4/qOAxv3PF-6I/s1600/129182510177114840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486099913543076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCKKzgUJTEI/AAAAAAAACK4/qOAxv3PF-6I/s400/129182510177114840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We should have had a bigger cake at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2865335033720512341?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2865335033720512341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/bigger-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2865335033720512341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2865335033720512341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/bigger-cake.html' title='Bigger Cake'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TCKKzgUJTEI/AAAAAAAACK4/qOAxv3PF-6I/s72-c/129182510177114840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-5734707472729303780</id><published>2010-06-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:00:05.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Fan of Music</title><content type='html'>I couple weeks ago, I pulled out my guitar to try to hone my skills a little bit.  Tayla was very intrigued with the instrument and even tried to play it a bit.  She liked the guitar case even more.  She climbed in the guitar case and played around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-j67wD4VI/AAAAAAAACKw/_b4xU1WgqFg/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485283104027566418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-j67wD4VI/AAAAAAAACKw/_b4xU1WgqFg/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She thought it was real neat.  I guess all of the toys she has in her bin are getting boring.  The new generation: kids that get bored with stuff real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-j6eiHqRI/AAAAAAAACKo/Mb61xj24OO0/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485283096184465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-j6eiHqRI/AAAAAAAACKo/Mb61xj24OO0/s400/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She tried to climb out of the guitar case and close the lid, but one of her legs wasn't out of it yet.  She tried to pull her leg out of the case by bracing herself on the lid, but that just caught her leg more.  She's a silly girl sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-5734707472729303780?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/5734707472729303780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/fan-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5734707472729303780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/5734707472729303780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/fan-of-music.html' title='Fan of Music'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-j67wD4VI/AAAAAAAACKw/_b4xU1WgqFg/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3474662351195538362</id><published>2010-06-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:00:02.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>What a Geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; sees us using the laptop computer and she just has to get a chance to try it out.  She loves getting into the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crevices&lt;/span&gt; where we hide the computer.  She opens it up and starts typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-hyCf6A9I/AAAAAAAACKg/pULZdWqQL_8/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485280752196781010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-hyCf6A9I/AAAAAAAACKg/pULZdWqQL_8/s400/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we take it away from her, she screams bloody murder.  It's just so much more cool of a toy than a stuffed bear.  After watching Camille use F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; really wants a F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt; profile.  Knowing the security issues that could be a factor with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, we're not going to let her get a profile until she's at least 3 years old.  Before that, who knows what kind of trouble she could get into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3474662351195538362?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3474662351195538362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-geek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3474662351195538362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3474662351195538362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-geek.html' title='What a Geek'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-hyCf6A9I/AAAAAAAACKg/pULZdWqQL_8/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-791787165291319095</id><published>2010-06-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:00:02.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Concert in the Park</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, June 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Camille played with the California Army National Guard Band in a concert in the park in Carmichael California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; and I went along to watch.  I snapped this photo as we were waiting for Camille to play.  I think it's one of my favorite photos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; that I've ever taken.  It really gives the perspective of being a dad.  Last Father's Day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; was just a month old, but now that she's over a year old, I feel much more like a real dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-cosaSf6I/AAAAAAAACKY/CeTli435I1w/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485275094090678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-cosaSf6I/AAAAAAAACKY/CeTli435I1w/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-cnt6UxjI/AAAAAAAACKQ/rtb9RLUvixg/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485275077313611314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-cnt6UxjI/AAAAAAAACKQ/rtb9RLUvixg/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is the busiest time of the year for the National Guard Army Band, so Camille's been doing concerts quite a bit.  She even has a parade coming up this coming weekend ...and the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-791787165291319095?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/791787165291319095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/concert-in-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/791787165291319095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/791787165291319095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/concert-in-park.html' title='Concert in the Park'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TB-cosaSf6I/AAAAAAAACKY/CeTli435I1w/s72-c/10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-444335186590152396</id><published>2010-06-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:00:01.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Pool Party</title><content type='html'>Tayla loves her inflatable pool.  Camille bought her some new toys to play with outside.  She bought a beach ball, some toy boats and some finger paints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBuyibjpUAI/AAAAAAAACKI/-3GyewriDXw/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484173275836272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBuyibjpUAI/AAAAAAAACKI/-3GyewriDXw/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're going to play with finger paints, a good place to do it is in a swimming pool where cleanup is easy and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBuyiClOzCI/AAAAAAAACKA/gSRzbrG-2Y0/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484173269132037154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBuyiClOzCI/AAAAAAAACKA/gSRzbrG-2Y0/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-444335186590152396?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/444335186590152396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/444335186590152396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/444335186590152396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool-party.html' title='Pool Party'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBuyibjpUAI/AAAAAAAACKI/-3GyewriDXw/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1024085772306213798</id><published>2010-06-18T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:55:00.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>On Monday, May 31st, Camille went to "Mount Vernon Memorial Park" in Sacramento to perform with the California Army National Guard Band as part of the local remembrance ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayla and I tagged along.  Tayla was intrigued by the bagpiper.  I wasn't sure if she liked the music or was just surprised by the noise it made.  Bagpipes are very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueUu-YNEI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Wuh1lpkOc_s/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151050297947202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueUu-YNEI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Wuh1lpkOc_s/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As she was setting up, Camille let Tayla play on the Timpani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueT4rAl8I/AAAAAAAACJw/8QRlE-L1ujw/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151035721193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueT4rAl8I/AAAAAAAACJw/8QRlE-L1ujw/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueTkwP-pI/AAAAAAAACJo/NyTNE07_Y2o/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151030374464146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueTkwP-pI/AAAAAAAACJo/NyTNE07_Y2o/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved it so much that when I tried to take her away, she kicked and screamed.  Then during the entire ceremony, Tayla kept going over Camille in order to play some more.  I think Tayla loves making noise, whatever the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueTUJ2b9I/AAAAAAAACJg/Gvb-taib_rg/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151025918439378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueTUJ2b9I/AAAAAAAACJg/Gvb-taib_rg/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was sunny, so when I tried to giver her a bottle, the sun hurt her eyes.  I put my sunglasses on her.  To my surprise, she just left them on her face.  Usually she won't put up with anything on her head or face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueS8Nz67I/AAAAAAAACJY/2moxst4HFMk/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151019492600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueS8Nz67I/AAAAAAAACJY/2moxst4HFMk/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ceremony was very nice and the music was performed very well. Camille wasn't in her uniform because it doesn't fit her now that she's 7 months pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer is the busiest time of the year for Camille's band.  In the next several months, she has several concerts planned.  She'll keep performing until she's too uncomfortable (ie too pregnant).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1024085772306213798?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1024085772306213798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1024085772306213798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1024085772306213798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBueUu-YNEI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Wuh1lpkOc_s/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8080392893878341899</id><published>2010-06-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:25:04.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Through the Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBudqkn8Q2I/AAAAAAAACJQ/m-zLFdF47Ow/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484150325964981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBudqkn8Q2I/AAAAAAAACJQ/m-zLFdF47Ow/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8080392893878341899?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8080392893878341899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/through-bars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8080392893878341899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8080392893878341899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/through-bars.html' title='Through the Bars'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TBudqkn8Q2I/AAAAAAAACJQ/m-zLFdF47Ow/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-4402038055982952125</id><published>2010-06-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:00:01.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>Tayla loves to swing.  When we take her to the park, she never wants to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TA11kfGBnfI/AAAAAAAACJI/3tnv3odqA-Y/s1600/swing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480165591262273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TA11kfGBnfI/AAAAAAAACJI/3tnv3odqA-Y/s400/swing1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She could probably stay there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TA11kFzy20I/AAAAAAAACJA/6yBfLk-Qac0/s1600/swing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480165584474921794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TA11kFzy20I/AAAAAAAACJA/6yBfLk-Qac0/s400/swing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we finally take her out of the swing she cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other things that make her cry: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- taking her out of the bathtub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- make her stop brushing her teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- not letting her run around in the grocery store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- when she gets tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-4402038055982952125?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/4402038055982952125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/swinging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4402038055982952125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/4402038055982952125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TA11kfGBnfI/AAAAAAAACJI/3tnv3odqA-Y/s72-c/swing1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7062925881874079687</id><published>2010-06-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:00:06.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Best Summer Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAghzg7iFNI/AAAAAAAACIo/nCVdqc_RsS8/s1600/tmbg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you three reasons why this is gearing up to be one of the best summers of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #1: On July 13th, I'm going with my brother to see my favorite musician of all time: Paul McCartney live in concert! He's going to be performing for the first time ever in Salt Lake City. Anton and I went online and and bought tickets a week ago. We didn't buy the VIP front row tickets: mainly because they were $2000 a pop. We bought the $80 something tickets toward the back of the field. We could have gotten the $40 something tickets in the nosebleed section but that would mean we would have needed to buy binoculars to see the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAgZj9d0CFI/AAAAAAAACIg/j0l_drrco2Y/s1600/mccartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478657052281931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAgZj9d0CFI/AAAAAAAACIg/j0l_drrco2Y/s400/mccartney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reason #2: In August, I'm going to see my favorite band of all time: They Might Be Giants live in concert! They will be performing in Napa, California, so I bought a ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a fan of TMBG ever since 1996 when I would listen to their CDs nonstop while delivering pizzas. They were my inspiration for several of the stranger songs I've written. If you haven't heard them before, they are described as Nerd Rock. They are characterized by their nasally voices and peculiar lyrics. Maybe you've heard the 1990 super-hit "Birdhouse in Your Soul" or the theme to &lt;em&gt;Malcolm in the Middle&lt;/em&gt;: "Boss of Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAgZjSZcr6I/AAAAAAAACIY/k7OnsOHdloc/s1600/tmbg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478657040720900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAgZjSZcr6I/AAAAAAAACIY/k7OnsOHdloc/s400/tmbg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a chance that I won't be going to the concert, though. If our baby comes early I might not make it to their show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #3: We're having a baby! On August 24th, our baby boy is due to be born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me, you know that I love music. And the chance to see my favorite musician and favorite band in concert is uber-exciting. Only two summers might be more awesome than 2010. In 2004, Camille and I got married and went to Mexico for our honeymoon. Then in 2005, I went with Camille's college band to Europe where we went to London, Paris, Holland and Belgium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7062925881874079687?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7062925881874079687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-summer-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7062925881874079687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7062925881874079687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-summer-ever.html' title='The Best Summer Ever'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAgZj9d0CFI/AAAAAAAACIg/j0l_drrco2Y/s72-c/mccartney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-206060554360715042</id><published>2010-06-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:27:43.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>Week 27 and a half</title><content type='html'>This photo was taken on May 23rd.  That means that we were about 3 months from the due date (August 24th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbedhydb6I/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOHl2dSLqOA/s1600/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478310595610374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbedhydb6I/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOHl2dSLqOA/s400/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That means we're starting the 3rd trimester now.  They say that the 2nd trimester is the easiest and the third the hardest. Camille can attest to that.  Camille is really starting to feel the aches of getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that her allergies have been really acting up recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also recently diagnosed with bad allergies.  I lost my voice and even missed a few days of work.  The doctor prescribed me with a couple medicines.  I never had allergy problems before (that I know of) so I was surprised that it was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayla also has been having difficulty breathing and has had a super-snotty nose.  Too bad they don't make allergy medicines for kids under 6 years old.  Tayla just has to suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big allergized family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-206060554360715042?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/206060554360715042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-27-and-half.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/206060554360715042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/206060554360715042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-27-and-half.html' title='Week 27 and a half'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbedhydb6I/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOHl2dSLqOA/s72-c/17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-610962585489656561</id><published>2010-06-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:00:03.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Turkey Dinner</title><content type='html'>When we moved in to our new rental, my friend gave us some stuff that was in his house that he didn't want to take with him back east.  Among the things he gave us were several four year old expired cream cheese.  We threw that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave us a 25 pound frozen turkey, so we decided to go ahead and make a nice dinner.  Camille did all the hard work of making the brine and spending hours over a hot stove to make all the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at that turkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbE-p0afI/AAAAAAAACII/l9QOwJdjV74/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478306875327146482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbE-p0afI/AAAAAAAACII/l9QOwJdjV74/s400/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie: That's awesome... but what's that on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. I'll get you for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbEsUFuII/AAAAAAAACIA/wNCyvT-sE5A/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478306870404167810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbEsUFuII/AAAAAAAACIA/wNCyvT-sE5A/s400/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We invited three different groups of people over to have dinner with us.  Our friends from church couldn't make it, neither could two different families from work.  That's okay.  More for me... MUCH more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the turkey leftovers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbEOKlxoI/AAAAAAAACH4/54wjOw4NTMg/s1600/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478306862311261826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbEOKlxoI/AAAAAAAACH4/54wjOw4NTMg/s400/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had this dinner a couple weeks ago and we still have turkey in the fridge.  It probably needs to be thrown out. It'll go bad soon if it hasn't already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-610962585489656561?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/610962585489656561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/turkey-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/610962585489656561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/610962585489656561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/turkey-dinner.html' title='Turkey Dinner'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbbE-p0afI/AAAAAAAACII/l9QOwJdjV74/s72-c/14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2984978892091189000</id><published>2010-06-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:00:09.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Texting Babies</title><content type='html'>They say kids are getting more and more tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;savvy&lt;/span&gt; at a younger age, but this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbXieCQfPI/AAAAAAAACHw/VGoDxmQ6Vng/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478302983920844018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbXieCQfPI/AAAAAAAACHw/VGoDxmQ6Vng/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean: they were sitting right next to each other, so why did they need to text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This transcript was taken from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla's&lt;/span&gt; phone after bedtime that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WYD&lt;/span&gt; l8r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bn&lt;/span&gt; crabby n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;takN&lt;/span&gt; a nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. DY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wn&lt;/span&gt;2 play w &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toyz&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;knda&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;: Me 2. ll Ive S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stufD&lt;/span&gt; bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;parNts&lt;/span&gt; r lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt;: u z it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To translate go to the &lt;a href="http://www.lingo2word.com/translate.php"&gt;lingo2words&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2984978892091189000?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2984978892091189000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/texting-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2984978892091189000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2984978892091189000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/06/texting-babies.html' title='Texting Babies'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/TAbXieCQfPI/AAAAAAAACHw/VGoDxmQ6Vng/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7279188771245292818</id><published>2010-05-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:00:02.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Tall Tayla</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks after her birthday, I made a measuring stick where we can keep track of our children's height as they grow.  I took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S__eI_eE3QI/AAAAAAAACHo/Ff9N4CFM6_g/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476339917963713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S__eI_eE3QI/AAAAAAAACHo/Ff9N4CFM6_g/s400/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tayla is 2 feet 6 inches.  The toughest thing was trying to get her to stand in  front of the stick for the photo. she kept wanting to sit down or play with things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7279188771245292818?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7279188771245292818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/tall-tayla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7279188771245292818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7279188771245292818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/tall-tayla.html' title='Tall Tayla'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S__eI_eE3QI/AAAAAAAACHo/Ff9N4CFM6_g/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-8224259056804426822</id><published>2010-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:00:06.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>While we were getting ready to move into our new rental house there was a little complication.  We were going to be moving in on April 30th and my friend at work wasn't moving out until the next day.  This was a complication because we couldn't move our things into the house: his things were still in the house!  We remedied this situation by putting all of our things into one bedroom upstairs and the living room in the front of the house.  Things were piled very very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MCCEB6GI/AAAAAAAACHg/7-AxNtXd2YM/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476038532214679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MCCEB6GI/AAAAAAAACHg/7-AxNtXd2YM/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MB9X3a2I/AAAAAAAACHY/smeeONn3PwA/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476038530955701090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MB9X3a2I/AAAAAAAACHY/smeeONn3PwA/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my friend, Dale, moved out, we were able to move our things to their proper location.  Here's what the front room looks like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MBvIqSbI/AAAAAAAACHQ/zulo91I0U-s/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476038527133829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MBvIqSbI/AAAAAAAACHQ/zulo91I0U-s/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MBQrPL2I/AAAAAAAACHI/YnclNIrWtow/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476038518957354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MBQrPL2I/AAAAAAAACHI/YnclNIrWtow/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're almost finished getting everything where it needs to go.  There's still a few boxes around the house that haven't found a home, but hopefully I'll finish putting things away in the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-8224259056804426822?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/8224259056804426822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8224259056804426822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/8224259056804426822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_7MCCEB6GI/AAAAAAAACHg/7-AxNtXd2YM/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7101368155343066774</id><published>2010-05-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:00:05.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>When we moved to California, we found a house to rent while we were driving around the neighborhoods near where I worked.  Unfortunately, we soon found that it wasn't the most pleasant of neighborhoods.  At the end of April, a friend at work was retiring and moving to his home back east.  Because of the current housing market, he only wanted to rent out his house instead of sell it, so we were able to get a pretty good deal.  We are paying just a little bit more than our last house and there is a lot more room.  It's also in a much better neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_68ni-USyI/AAAAAAAACHA/jJKX0bIWwuY/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476021584518204194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_68ni-USyI/AAAAAAAACHA/jJKX0bIWwuY/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house isn't as pink as it looks in the photo, but the setting sun cast a red hue over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're pretty happy with the area.  So far Camille hasn't seen any drug deals and our house or cars haven't been broken into... but then again, it's only been a month since we moved in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7101368155343066774?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7101368155343066774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7101368155343066774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7101368155343066774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_68ni-USyI/AAAAAAAACHA/jJKX0bIWwuY/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3719580379724773721</id><published>2010-05-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:00:06.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Tayla's Birthday</title><content type='html'>On April 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we were moving out of our old house and into our new house.  Since we had people helping us move our things, we decided to double the fun and turn it into a birthday party.  We bought some pizzas and an ice cream cake.  We posed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; in front of her birthday cake for a photo and she immediately grabbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UucovPhI/AAAAAAAACG4/H4WBnv81G5c/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977722611056146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UucovPhI/AAAAAAAACG4/H4WBnv81G5c/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UuD6rKZI/AAAAAAAACGw/r5v17AAk3cs/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977715975399826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UuD6rKZI/AAAAAAAACGw/r5v17AAk3cs/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really didn't know what was going on when we sang to her or when we helped her blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6Ut1pPcsI/AAAAAAAACGo/y87rZzvHNHA/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977712144184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6Ut1pPcsI/AAAAAAAACGo/y87rZzvHNHA/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We opened some of her presents including some toys and a few outfits from both her grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UtivwFyI/AAAAAAAACGg/7aHjnUAzrqs/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977707071215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UtivwFyI/AAAAAAAACGg/7aHjnUAzrqs/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UtaSJ2yI/AAAAAAAACGY/I5P-iIOXHG8/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977704799591202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UtaSJ2yI/AAAAAAAACGY/I5P-iIOXHG8/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't know what was going on, we still had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3719580379724773721?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3719580379724773721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3719580379724773721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3719580379724773721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylas-birthday.html' title='Tayla&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_6UucovPhI/AAAAAAAACG4/H4WBnv81G5c/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7171722230144616069</id><published>2010-05-26T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:17:31.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>College Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_2dsY8uNbI/AAAAAAAACGQ/_8KaYLUfPwc/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I got a suspicious-looking package in the mail. I opened it up quickly and curiously because I hadn't read the "what to do when you get a suspicious-looking package" memo at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_164RTm_xI/AAAAAAAACGI/Tb5_wJsrQV0/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667829089304338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_164RTm_xI/AAAAAAAACGI/Tb5_wJsrQV0/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To my great delight, it was a college diploma with my name written on it. It read "On the recommendation of the Faculty and by virtue of the authority vested in them by the Regents of The University of the State of New York, the trustees of Excelsior College have conferred upon &lt;strong&gt;David Solomon Kleparek&lt;/strong&gt; the degree of &lt;strong&gt;Bachelor of Science&lt;/strong&gt; with all the rights, honors, and privileges pertaining to that degree" etc. with a date of 21 May 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rkUP1iI/AAAAAAAACGA/4mpYGwptBUg/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667610853955106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rkUP1iI/AAAAAAAACGA/4mpYGwptBUg/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my official graduate photo. Sorry, no cap, gown, processional music or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rcQ9TSI/AAAAAAAACF4/wqtwLnB2XNY/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667608692673826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rcQ9TSI/AAAAAAAACF4/wqtwLnB2XNY/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a sort of graduation celebration, we went out to eat dinner at Texas Roadhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my new baby, "Diplomee" along with with Camille and I. Oh yeah... Tayla came, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rH0CLvI/AAAAAAAACFw/WONLCRBdsj4/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667603202649842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16rH0CLvI/AAAAAAAACFw/WONLCRBdsj4/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to feed Diplomee some of my dinner. I guess that's counterintuitive. I've been feeding into that degree since 1996 when I took my first concurrent enrollment class. Now it's time for the degree to feed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16qkRoaCI/AAAAAAAACFo/nw5J_bY1nbI/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667593663113250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16qkRoaCI/AAAAAAAACFo/nw5J_bY1nbI/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along with the diploma, I got a transcript that showed all the course credits I've gotten that applied toward my degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 hours of classes from Pleasant Grove High School and UVSC in 1996-1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 hours of classes from Southern Utah University in 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 hours of classes from Utah Valley State College (now UVU) in 2001-2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 hours of classes from Empire State College in 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 hours of classes from University of the Incarnate Word in 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 hours accepted as credits from military education from 1997-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 hours of classes from Excelsior College from 2007-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I've earned a total of 121 hours of credits toward this degree and I've been working on it for nearly 14 years, longer than many doctors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from eating steak at Texas Roadhouse, we went to a park where I pushed Diplomee on a swing for a while. Tayla might have been jealous, but she's only been part of my life for a year or so.. not 14 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16qXmMMrI/AAAAAAAACFg/XZ905anoaZE/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475667590259684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_16qXmMMrI/AAAAAAAACFg/XZ905anoaZE/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that I'm a college graduate, I have joined the ranks of such people as my dad, my mom, my wife and my younger brother. Oh... I guess I've finally just caught up to everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you're sitting in an overcrowded auditorium next to a bunch of people with camcorders. The music plays and at the podium stands the valedictorian: ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Congratulations Kleparek class of 2010!" (pause for thunderous applause)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd like to thank all the people who made this diploma possible. My mother for constantly telling me that music wasn't a career so I'd better have a back up plan. My father who encouraged me to join the Army which led to years of putting off college. My 9th grade science teacher, if I had one... I don't remember. My older brother, Kyle, for turning me in to an introvert. My younger brother Anton for turning me into an extrovert. My sister Sarah for being a sweetie. My younger brother Jakob for being a Kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But most of all, I'd like to thank my supportive wife. If she didn't let me go and study sometimes, I would've never made it. And whenever I saw a fancy car or computer game system I wanted, she would say: 'You can have it when you graduate college.' Now she says: 'You can have it when you get promoted.' She'll always be hanging that carrot in front of me to help me keep moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd also like to thank the academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll always have fond memories of many of the classes that I've had: good and bad. During my first semester of full-time college at Southern Utah University, I overloaded myself with too many classes. I even had to drop a chemistry class altogether. It was my toughest semester I ever had and resulted in the only "D" I ever got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In 2002, I took an evening class called Modern Social Problems: a sociology class from UVSC that went in to depth on the various social problems in our culture. As part of the class we went down to the Utah County jail in Spanish Fork. The inmates all whistled and barked at the girls in the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Taking online classes was very difficult. Less than a quarter of my credits come from online classes, but it took 7 years to complete those credits. It was sometimes difficult to keep up with the reading, research or writing assignments without the help of a professor present to talk to. I had to rely on email and computer connections, but I suppose that is how much of the world works today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It took a lot of work to earn this degree. During my entire college education, there was only 1 semester when I wasn't working full-time as well as doing college. Camille can attest that there were some lonely nights and weekends when I would hide in the garage to read my textbooks or take off to study at my work office for hours at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Many of my credits were applied from training I received in the military. I have to thank the Army for the training I received from them as well as paying for my educationwhich allowed me to never get in to any debt for my education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In life getting a college degree has enormous significance. It's one of those life achievements like getting married or having kids. There's not much that can top it. It will help to define who I am. My children and thier children will look to me to be an example. I will be able to tell them, from experience, that getting an education is important and even essential in today's world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am so proud of the entire 2010 Kleparek graduating class! (more thunderous applause) Thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7171722230144616069?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7171722230144616069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-graduate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7171722230144616069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7171722230144616069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-graduate.html' title='College Graduate!'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_164RTm_xI/AAAAAAAACGI/Tb5_wJsrQV0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-7207533337018566521</id><published>2010-05-24T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:14:39.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jupiter has Changed!</title><content type='html'>Take a close look of these images of Jupiter. The one on the left was taken in June 2009. The one on the right was taken this month (May 2010). Can you spot the change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_rAdW5qJhI/AAAAAAAACFY/FUOJLYVj2ec/s1600/jupiter_custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474899907618416146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_rAdW5qJhI/AAAAAAAACFY/FUOJLYVj2ec/s400/jupiter_custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; According to &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=127042112"&gt;an NPR story&lt;/a&gt;, the lower equatorial belt has somehow disappeared. Amateur astronomers started noticing this last fall. They're not sure if the belt is just obscured by something or if Jupiter has actually changed. What has happened? Nobody knows for certain yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-7207533337018566521?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/7207533337018566521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/jupiter-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7207533337018566521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/7207533337018566521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/jupiter-has-changed.html' title='Jupiter has Changed!'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_rAdW5qJhI/AAAAAAAACFY/FUOJLYVj2ec/s72-c/jupiter_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2632440960822192251</id><published>2010-05-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:38:26.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Dang Puzzles</title><content type='html'>I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1278837/Jack-Harris-spends-7-years-doing-5-000-piece-jigsaw-finds-ONE-bit-missing.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; on a UK news website called the The Daily Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This retired man spent nearly 8 years making a humungus puzzle on his dining room table.  When he finally finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_WqrznfAvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/K2d84jx5aTc/s1600/jigsaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473468591705621234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_WqrznfAvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/K2d84jx5aTc/s400/jigsaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... he found that his puzzle was missing one piece.  Ahh!  I hate when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2632440960822192251?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2632440960822192251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/dang-puzzles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2632440960822192251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2632440960822192251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/dang-puzzles.html' title='Dang Puzzles'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S_WqrznfAvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/K2d84jx5aTc/s72-c/jigsaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1134850369368149164</id><published>2010-05-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:18:57.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Close-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-130BYW07I/AAAAAAAACFI/Mf3PT4zgFX4/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471160857932518322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-130BYW07I/AAAAAAAACFI/Mf3PT4zgFX4/s400/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1134850369368149164?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1134850369368149164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/close-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1134850369368149164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1134850369368149164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/close-up.html' title='Close-up'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-130BYW07I/AAAAAAAACFI/Mf3PT4zgFX4/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3502593203474353942</id><published>2010-05-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:32:05.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Tayla's New Birthday Dress</title><content type='html'>A week or so before her birthday, Tayla got a package from Camille's sister, Stephanie.  We figured it was for her birthday, but we opened it anyway.  It was a new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qgp20zbI/AAAAAAAACFA/l9Xex5ScMH0/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146231549185458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qgp20zbI/AAAAAAAACFA/l9Xex5ScMH0/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, I put the dress on Tayla, combed her hair and took her outside for a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qbIaY4XI/AAAAAAAACE4/bCmbHMpUB8o/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146136672199026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qbIaY4XI/AAAAAAAACE4/bCmbHMpUB8o/s400/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tayla loves being outside, so she was very happy just to be in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qawIinQI/AAAAAAAACEw/Wa4I0I9Ekvo/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146130154888450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qawIinQI/AAAAAAAACEw/Wa4I0I9Ekvo/s400/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qaYfZRJI/AAAAAAAACEo/xDr87WIr3dg/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146123808294034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qaYfZRJI/AAAAAAAACEo/xDr87WIr3dg/s400/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a few photos from a lower angle.  It rather makes her look like a giant towering over a small city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qaKTCjoI/AAAAAAAACEg/oDf7VfZCDcM/s1600/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146119998377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qaKTCjoI/AAAAAAAACEg/oDf7VfZCDcM/s400/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qZbGWJZI/AAAAAAAACEY/ni794IbXWYk/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146107328669074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qZbGWJZI/AAAAAAAACEY/ni794IbXWYk/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Stephanie for the new dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we got some other new birthday outfits from both of Tayla's grandmothers.  I'll have to take some photos of those as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3502593203474353942?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3502593203474353942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylas-new-birthday-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3502593203474353942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3502593203474353942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylas-new-birthday-dress.html' title='Tayla&apos;s New Birthday Dress'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-1qgp20zbI/AAAAAAAACFA/l9Xex5ScMH0/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2972817666660883475</id><published>2010-05-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:31:06.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Our Missing Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of May, we moved in to our new house.  Since we've been married (and since we got our cats), this is the fifth house we've lived in.  Every time we move, we keep the cats inside for a few days and then let them start exploring the outside.  Soon, they are comfortable and do perfectly well.  They've never had problems with being outside.  They were very good with staying away from traffic, even when we lived next to big roads.  They're also good at defending themselves against dogs.  One of our cats even chased a large Labrador around our yard once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week ago, Camille's mom and sister were visiting along with their little dog, Lucy.  Since our cats are rather nervous around dogs, they stayed outside until very late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We figured that they would come back, but a couple days passed and still nothing. So we put a dozen of these posters around the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-tuhPOSaNI/AAAAAAAACD4/fA-RXwZJv5M/s1600/missing+cats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-tuhPOSaNI/AAAAAAAACD4/fA-RXwZJv5M/s400/missing+cats.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470587689672796370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a week, now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to the SPCA and then Camille went to another animal shelter looking for our cats. We looked at dozens and dozens of cats but we still had no luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see them, let us know.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2972817666660883475?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2972817666660883475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-missing-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2972817666660883475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2972817666660883475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-missing-cats.html' title='Our Missing Cats'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-tuhPOSaNI/AAAAAAAACD4/fA-RXwZJv5M/s72-c/missing+cats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-2605114668317086298</id><published>2010-05-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:43:36.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Girl</title><content type='html'>We took these photos one night when we were at home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; is usually very active, but this night she was being very mellow.  She started getting some molars in the back of her mouth and began acting sickly.  We figure that she didn't feel so good partly because her back teeth were coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrQ2gqX8I/AAAAAAAACDw/n80QSrlapfc/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469739684696055746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrQ2gqX8I/AAAAAAAACDw/n80QSrlapfc/s400/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrQN4q-vI/AAAAAAAACDo/pyiQ_L8JQtw/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469739673790905074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrQN4q-vI/AAAAAAAACDo/pyiQ_L8JQtw/s400/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrPaSRNJI/AAAAAAAACDg/JksGsqS7OZM/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469739659939624082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrPaSRNJI/AAAAAAAACDg/JksGsqS7OZM/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a rare occasion when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayla&lt;/span&gt; will cuddle with us for very long.  Too bad it usually happens when she's sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she has 12 teeth in her tiny mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-2605114668317086298?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/2605114668317086298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleepy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2605114668317086298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/2605114668317086298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleepy-girl.html' title='Sleepy Girl'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-hrQ2gqX8I/AAAAAAAACDw/n80QSrlapfc/s72-c/119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-1552421654485402896</id><published>2010-05-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:00:03.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>Week 20</title><content type='html'>On April 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we took this photo of how Camille was progressing.  At this point she was half way through the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-gV4gyztvI/AAAAAAAACDY/u2ZlnmJkX3Q/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469645808061363954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-gV4gyztvI/AAAAAAAACDY/u2ZlnmJkX3Q/s400/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We haven't been as diligent at taking photos every week.  Every few weeks seems to work just fine for our purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-1552421654485402896?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/1552421654485402896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1552421654485402896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/1552421654485402896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-20.html' title='Week 20'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-gV4gyztvI/AAAAAAAACDY/u2ZlnmJkX3Q/s72-c/118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267619957018299777.post-3176539495279796613</id><published>2010-05-10T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:01:03.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayla'/><title type='text'>Drive-in</title><content type='html'>We haven't been to a movie in a while and I really wanted to go see the movie: Clash of the Titans, so on the second weekend of April, we went to the local drive-in theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-QfoR1MFwI/AAAAAAAACDQ/5tTCmTGmOqI/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468530624376346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-QfoR1MFwI/AAAAAAAACDQ/5tTCmTGmOqI/s400/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started getting pretty cold after just a few minutes, so we loaded the chairs and everything back into the car and sat in the car the whole time.  Tayla wasn't being very happy, so I ended up missing a lot of the film.  Maybe I'll have to rent the film when it comes to DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267619957018299777-3176539495279796613?l=dkleparek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/feeds/3176539495279796613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/drive-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3176539495279796613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267619957018299777/posts/default/3176539495279796613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkleparek.blogspot.com/2010/05/drive-in.html' title='Drive-in'/><author><name>David Kleparek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07894346385599891420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/SZxbQpswCBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0Z3KBkoP1rw/S220/David+Kleparek.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysIUievI5h8/S-QfoR1MFwI/AAAAAAAACDQ/5tTCmTGmOqI/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
