<?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-329376220953879906</id><updated>2011-08-13T03:16:11.958-07:00</updated><category term='Doctor visits'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Team Vandahl</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as the Ahl-Tyvand family.  Well from the perspective of the Ahl side as none of the Tyvands will add to the blog at this time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-5768154356755196660</id><published>2009-03-31T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:22:05.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away,</title><content type='html'>On my way to...Spring!  Well Spring has sprung at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahl&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyvand&lt;/span&gt; household.  At least in the form of uninhibited toddler energy.  George doesn't seem to know what to do with all his energy.  It comes out in the form of running, kicking, hitting, jumping, climbing, and yes dancing.  Once the sun is up he asks to go outside.  So here are some pics of George enjoying spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490327054509522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgRMI15dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mPeM8K_3wQ8/s400/IMG_3345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490335039465426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgRp4mp9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8jsgqwVIoSc/s400/IMG_3348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490344910203426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgSOp-KiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6TOnQaNercQ/s400/IMG_3350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490348993117554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgSd3afXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VIDu0TlwIzM/s400/IMG_3351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490355758220242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgS3EVw9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jKNwNBBxZNQ/s400/IMG_3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's to more days like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-5768154356755196660?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/5768154356755196660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=5768154356755196660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/5768154356755196660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/5768154356755196660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-day-sweeping-clouds-away.html' title='Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away,'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdKgRMI15dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mPeM8K_3wQ8/s72-c/IMG_3345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-4604182725872179042</id><published>2009-03-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:06:30.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Sara's Surprise</title><content type='html'>Well two weekends ago we all went on extended weekend vacations, however not together. While Adrian and his friend Andy went to Portland for some March Madness, George and I decided to drop in on a friend. My friend Sara moved back to Spokane last summer and I hadn't seen her since then and it was her birthday on Saturday. (I know a lot of people born in the month of March.) So with Adrian out of town it was a great time for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I don't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;road trips&lt;/span&gt; with toddlers, but luckily I picked up Janette in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ellensburg&lt;/span&gt; on the way to Spokane. And about an hour outside of Spokane it became her job to keep George happy and entertained while I drove. Thanks so much Janette! Without you I would of been quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;harried&lt;/span&gt; mess upon my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's back up a little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it's my girlfriends birthday who lives in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eastside&lt;/span&gt; of the state, why am I picking someone up in the middle of the state and how is it that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suprised&lt;/span&gt; her? Well Sara, Janette, and I all lived in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sorority&lt;/span&gt; at the University of Washington, Alpha Xi Delta. We get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; a few times a year since we all live in different parts of Washington. With this long and bad winter it had been quite awhile, and I was missing my friends. Hence time to get out on the road. As for the surprise part I enlisted Sara's husband, Josh, to help us out and make sure they didn't already have plans for the weekend. Turns out they're getting old like me and didn't have any out of town plans. Yeah, mission Sara's surprise is now in the works. Next I get our friend Janette on board with the surprise and plan the trip. With only a few delays, Janette's office trying to make her work more than a half day at the last minute and me taking the wrong exit in Spokane we pull it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095689578718962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5WQ-mpvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OfvuLw7tJQM/s400/IMG_3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095696345982370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5WqMC5aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qgSltApgyRM/s400/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Janette and I were impressed that Sara had no idea that we were coming. Usually she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; everything out of Josh. And with our added delays we were sure she was grilling him as to why he was going to be home late that day, plus still wanting to make a nice dinner. Her reaction was the best. We followed Josh to their place and he had us ring the doorbell for Sara to answer. At first she just looks confused then the joy sets in with her jumping and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095704312425826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5XH3ZLWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mwiVYiEkq5Y/s400/IMG_3326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;George, again, got to help with opening of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095706540276402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5XQKjerI/AAAAAAAAANA/A5THWzMA3LU/s400/IMG_3327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095707254724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5XS05FlI/AAAAAAAAANI/_GnbXGkgiqc/s400/IMG_3328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry to say it's just more clothes buddy. Yes grown-ups get boring gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319099654758904930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE89EbOtGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HJoeAKTpP_U/s400/IMG_3329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Surprise number 2, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319099662229036802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE89gQP3wI/AAAAAAAAANg/xCvoEDATB2c/s400/IMG_3331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319099660635396930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE89aUS20I/AAAAAAAAANY/w2253CUnRjM/s400/IMG_3332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; was mostly about friends catching up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, and George chasing Eddie, Sara and Josh's dog. Eddie did well with George but after about 10 minutes you could tell the dog had had enough and didn't know how to get away from him. Since Saturday was Sara's birthday we did what she wanted. Some how this turned into house tours for us. First we went to Josh's parent's house for brunch. This included another dog for George to chase and some outside time. Then it was onto Sara's parent's house for a nice visit and lunch. For George with included lots of running up and down the stairs and wrestling with Josh. Thanks for keeping the little guy entertained! Then a quick drive-by of Sara's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;brother's&lt;/span&gt; new house. Once back to their home we snuggled down for some Husky Hoops. Sadly the outcome was not what we were hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh, AKA The Man, and some pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319099665104729266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE89q93dLI/AAAAAAAAANo/HfNWT-oZtxM/s400/IMG_3333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday evening included dinner out in downtown Spokane, some parking garage fun, and a movie at home, while Sara and Josh enjoyed a Gala event. So they are a little bit more exciting than me, but they are still a few years younger. Sunday was the drive home which luckily was less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;event full&lt;/span&gt; then the drive to Spokane. And that was my weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; with George. As for Adrian you'll have to ask him how his weekend went. Though if you follow college hoops then you'll know the answer to that question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Updated picture of the ladies, Janette, Sara, and me (Carolyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319104402061729970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdFBRZgbILI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tHc2mp9OLMc/s400/IMG_3335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-4604182725872179042?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/4604182725872179042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=4604182725872179042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/4604182725872179042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/4604182725872179042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/03/saras-surprise.html' title='Sara&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SdE5WQ-mpvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OfvuLw7tJQM/s72-c/IMG_3324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-4351239469780908316</id><published>2009-03-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:42:10.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2CRs11PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hz3qQEbqg5c/s1600-h/IMG_3302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318740203919496434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2CRs11PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hz3qQEbqg5c/s400/IMG_3302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year George's Great Grandma Doris turned 90. We celebrated with her a few weekends ago. There was lots of family there that I hadn't seen in years, and many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whom their&lt;/span&gt; names I didn't know. Somehow they seemed to remember mine. I think it was the work of my mother reminding everyone of each other. It seemed to be a great day for Doris. George of course helped her open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318740208572288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2CjCJzFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uSd2i7Jghn0/s400/IMG_3294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though he doesn't understand why anyone would want clothes as a gift when there are so many toy cars out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318740210641110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2CqvZh2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/iSRy0yBkuEc/s400/IMG_3297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doris and her younger sisters, Margaret and Irene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318740215221014418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2C7zVT5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/37jgqeoErtU/s400/IMG_3306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Johnson family, Doris, Janis, Judith, and John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318741790612601506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_3eol9OqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/InTwOOfmaW0/s400/IMG_3311.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, Katie, Carolyn, and Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318741795218488178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_3e5wFe3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/F9EGKX4Y0jc/s400/IMG_3313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Congrats to Doris on her 90 years of life! I only hope I can live that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-4351239469780908316?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/4351239469780908316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=4351239469780908316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/4351239469780908316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/4351239469780908316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/03/90.html' title='90'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/Sc_2CRs11PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hz3qQEbqg5c/s72-c/IMG_3302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-8810797364814225540</id><published>2009-03-07T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:16:15.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDd33MlaI/AAAAAAAAALY/ujhAnwwA_rA/s1600-h/IMG_3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310592197346497954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDd33MlaI/AAAAAAAAALY/ujhAnwwA_rA/s400/IMG_3226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday was my 31st birthday.  To celebrate we went out to dinner Saturday night with my family.  As you can see I went for a drink that matched my outfit.  No I can't remember what it's called, or what's in it, but it sure was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tastie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310592202771111154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDeMEhnPI/AAAAAAAAALg/ANoIoe5Q1qg/s400/IMG_3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dinner was at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; Standford's in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Northgate&lt;/span&gt; mall.  Food was good but the service was slow, so I don't think we'll be heading back anytime soon.  Mostly because George doesn't get the concept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; waiting.  When we were waiting to be seated he kept saying "me wait a minute."  Of course he said this multiple times a minute and again when we were waiting for our food to arrive.  Now I understand why places like Red Robin bring your food out so quickly, it's to keep your kids happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is how George entertained himself as the evening went on.  Dipping his straw in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Papa's&lt;/span&gt; drink and then drinking from the straw.  He was quite proud of himself for figuring this out.  And for getting out of the strap on his highchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310592213603133410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDe0bFJ-I/AAAAAAAAALw/JSeHve0Kyyk/s400/IMG_3229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Updated picture of me and my sisters, Katie and Olivia.  It's been too long since we've had one taken of just us.  I think it was like 6-7 years ago at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Husky&lt;/span&gt; football spring game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310592209384612722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDektTo3I/AAAAAAAAALo/3rzlkOROtKc/s400/IMG_3227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my birthday, I spent it at work.  I know that sounds really sad doesn't it?  Though I did get to look forward to the surprise I would receive once I got home.  Adrian had made me a cake and had my gifts waiting for me at the table.  George was so excited that as soon as he heard me he started yelling about birthday cake.  And that was really nice to come home to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-8810797364814225540?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/8810797364814225540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=8810797364814225540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/8810797364814225540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/8810797364814225540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/03/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SbMDd33MlaI/AAAAAAAAALY/ujhAnwwA_rA/s72-c/IMG_3226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-3250700544027218708</id><published>2009-03-01T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:02:39.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just gotta dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;George loves to dance, and we thought we'd share his joy with you all.  He gets his moves from his mother, and his taste in music from his father.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f2af8d6c579be65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f2af8d6c579be65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D432E1CEE007E2116E321A4FB88E7B978BAD5ABD9.2F33D22A834667B6E9BDA9375F30CA8F9CC25F27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f2af8d6c579be65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D80VOtvjQP6-N7EZKZSjis56f4Hg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f2af8d6c579be65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D432E1CEE007E2116E321A4FB88E7B978BAD5ABD9.2F33D22A834667B6E9BDA9375F30CA8F9CC25F27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f2af8d6c579be65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D80VOtvjQP6-N7EZKZSjis56f4Hg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-3250700544027218708?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8f2af8d6c579be65&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/3250700544027218708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=3250700544027218708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/3250700544027218708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/3250700544027218708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-you-just-gotta-dance.html' title='Sometimes you just gotta dance'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-8492629582169928339</id><published>2009-02-18T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:35:38.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Masterpiece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjDCr6DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nRudDk9_qJg/s1600-h/IMG_3202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304344861177800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjDCr6DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nRudDk9_qJg/s400/IMG_3202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many little boys George enjoys coloring. We've found that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; to color with pens vs crayons, which can be a little scary in the hands of a toddler. For this reason he gets 'washable markers.' They do work really well and come off walls easily with a little water. Thanks modern science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As seen below George's favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canvas&lt;/span&gt; is his own body.  His hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beeing&lt;/span&gt; the easiest to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304344863773499922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjMtjIhI/AAAAAAAAALA/n3QpPI26Bn8/s400/IMG_3204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304344863375927554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjLOwqQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/c_lQK0Wlku8/s400/IMG_3203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course the mixture of 'washable marker' ink and a running nose resulted in this new creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304344864764175138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjQZvoyI/AAAAAAAAALI/x3X-MX5HmJY/s400/IMG_3205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;, to be remembered for all time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304344865959016994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjU2neiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ThgoEoMsTT8/s400/IMG_3207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly we can't hang this on our frig.&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/329376220953879906-8492629582169928339?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/8492629582169928339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=8492629582169928339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/8492629582169928339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/8492629582169928339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/02/masterpiece.html' title='A Masterpiece!'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZzRjDCr6DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nRudDk9_qJg/s72-c/IMG_3202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-6861745703499366779</id><published>2009-02-14T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:33:52.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>As George has grown he has shown a joy for doing things we do every day. We figure we may as well take advantage of this and get him into doing chores now. I'm sure he'll figure out that it's not fun cleaning, but for now he fights me for the broom or wash cloth. And of course who am I to argue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time mopping the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858448999282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJqeLH9qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9ZDY33svSp4/s400/100_3000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering leaves in the backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858451254160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJqmkurhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lJ2P04iEMZ4/s400/IMG_3099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though using the broom on the grass doesn't work as well as a rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858454592397826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJqzAoIgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zT9lUzfH5Gc/s400/IMG_3100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858457454309794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJq9q9caI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q5ee7A0T3eM/s400/IMG_2926.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only he was a little bit taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858461773706274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJrNwyNCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UNWplkxyuu4/s400/IMG_2927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing  the dishes usually makes more work for mom, but George really enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858969090937266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKIvqo0bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wlM0saUbbw4/s400/IMG_3200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858968896019954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKIu8KnfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gI-zUkKZjSs/s400/IMG_3201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chore we get George to do consistantly is feeding Oden.  Sometimes there's dog food all over the floor but luckly Oden doesn't mind and cleans it up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858972250115250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKI7b2DLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jQ3l9h4qjcI/s400/IMG_3208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858970972290578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKI2rL_hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/auk-74O0P6o/s400/IMG_3212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently George helped me make chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine's Day.  It turned out to be a beautiful romantic dinner for three.  I know you couples without kids are seriously jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858973586504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKJAaduVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8W9kXxUN3_Q/s400/IMG_3216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859102902210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKQiJuziI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7Ozk13fzaV4/s400/IMG_3217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859106775193618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeKQwlH2BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a9ezgfAOtQE/s400/IMG_3219.jpg" border="0" /&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/329376220953879906-6861745703499366779?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/6861745703499366779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=6861745703499366779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/6861745703499366779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/6861745703499366779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommys-little-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZeJqeLH9qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9ZDY33svSp4/s72-c/100_3000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-2291276075978620999</id><published>2009-02-10T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:27:53.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdZg1SXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_N9YxCRV5AI/s1600-h/IMG_3191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311211549575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdZg1SXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_N9YxCRV5AI/s400/IMG_3191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for the Super Bowl we decided to host the party.  Amazingly we fit 15 adults and 3 children into our house.  At one point or another we had everyone downstairs, but for those times when people weren't in the basement we made sure to have extra TV's setup upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311210517276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdVqtpiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DieeIBmQ1qA/s400/IMG_3192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Personally I think things went really well.  The time with friends was great and so was the food.  Highlights for us were Jess's cupcakes, and Katie's pig-n-a-pig.  (Thanks for bringing stuff ladies!)  Which if you're looking for snack sized heartattack this is the treat for you.  Basicly they're just little smokies wrapped in bacon.  Who could say no.  Not many because they were all gone by the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin and Alex made it over to play with George.  Though by the looks of things Gavin was greaing up to be playing in the big game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311212842671634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdeVIXhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hsewu-Ynems/s400/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlights for George were bossing Alex around and convicing Gavin to jump in his crib with him.  If ever you are over and looking for some sort of entertainment George would be sure to show you just what makes him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311214209507714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdjbAoYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G6XCAsCmUnc/s400/IMG_3198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all it was a fun day.  It could of been better if only Arizona could of pulled off the win.  Really they had my hopes up at the end of the game, but they were quickly dashed by the final drive.  I guess the best I could say about the game is at least it was close and interesting.  Next year Go Hawks!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-2291276075978620999?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/2291276075978620999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=2291276075978620999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/2291276075978620999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/2291276075978620999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SZIKdZg1SXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_N9YxCRV5AI/s72-c/IMG_3191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-1179446786224017588</id><published>2009-02-04T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:58:23.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well thus far we have survived our crazy winter and white Christmas. George truly enjoyed his third Christmas. He got to make cookies with Grandma. His job was to put sprinkles on the cookies and, of course, be the quality control tester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299070411331891970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoUdqM4cwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4h2UQLvi0H8/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also George was much more into the Christmas tree, he even helped daddy put some decorations on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299071003844562562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoVAJe6ToI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zu0Hw0Yic1E/s400/IMG_3107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With our winter weather George has not gotten too excited about the snow. I think it's because he doesn't move around so well in his snow suit. In any case, here are some cute pics of our boy out in his snow covered back yard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299071989474612754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoV5hPbVhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UtPppzlCNTE/s400/IMG_3121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299072044814311970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoV8vZcIiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Hloo0IjoGSw/s400/IMG_3124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299072258505279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoWJLdViHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RyT1BT4RFEE/s400/IMG_3108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299072313000146482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoWMWd7NjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6GYdzii0No4/s400/IMG_3112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299072429075366450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoWTG4agjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0L5gVyhNT5o/s400/IMG_3127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299072496595471714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoWXCadjWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CEcSK0N8NfE/s400/IMG_3129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Christmas ended up being George's favorite holiday this year. Of course it would be obvious to most, but George was never into getting and opening gifts til now. His day consisted of eating and opening gifts. He figured out the pattern by the end of the day when after dessert he asked "more gifts grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George's Gift from Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299074361929926834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoYDnU2iLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4DhzGriSOWM/s400/IMG_3145.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Checking out his stocking stuffers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299074425905680530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoYHVp3EJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TxVxF5GyQoE/s400/IMG_3149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299078521983112498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYob1wu0lTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3GnAkA--mCg/s400/IMG_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping pass out gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299074626699131314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoYTBqv-bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/96e2iCZ-I-4/s400/IMG_3163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299074690692719746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoYWwEApII/AAAAAAAAAH4/NKkutHCFVsU/s400/IMG_3165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and his 'two Grandmas." Really it's Grandma Ahl and her sister Great Aunt Judith who George called grandma for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299075797493580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoZXLN5g9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ymD61xor7jI/s400/IMG_3172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping daddy open Christmas gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076756914147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoaPBVljyI/AAAAAAAAAII/OeqUCXTE-gQ/s400/IMG_3177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would of thought a magnifying glass could be so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076809198030338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoaSEHCTgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cVJFQhaENq8/s400/IMG_3179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076876058850770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoaV9L5ddI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HF0pW3DMmNM/s400/IMG_3180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;George and his race cars from Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076936350937202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoaZdypsHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ne1uELntKaM/s400/IMG_3183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-1179446786224017588?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/1179446786224017588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=1179446786224017588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1179446786224017588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1179446786224017588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SYoUdqM4cwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4h2UQLvi0H8/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-7521167844896233287</id><published>2008-12-09T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:58:55.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor visits'/><title type='text'>How do you measure up?</title><content type='html'>Today we had George's two year check up.  Gladly he's meeting all his milestones.  As though it isn't obvious with all the talking, running, throwing, jumping, and climbing he does these days.  We're still waiting for him to start climbing out of his crib.  I guess that will be the day we have to get him a toddler bed.  For now he's a toddler in a crib.  As for his doctor's visit, George will tell you everything went well except for the shots.  Still doesn't like those, but at least this time he did get a sticker.  George is still a big boy with measurements from the 83rd to 94th percetiles.  Hight 3 feet and 1/2 inches.  Weight 31 pounds and 4 ounces.  Head circumference of 20 inches.  Growing like crazy, and we're happy to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-7521167844896233287?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/7521167844896233287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=7521167844896233287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/7521167844896233287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/7521167844896233287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-measure-up.html' title='How do you measure up?'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-1769863276235589641</id><published>2008-12-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:25:10.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Someone's Two!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; we now have a toddler running around our house. November 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was George's second birthday. We didn't do much for him that day except tell him 'Happy Birthday', and give him a little gift. George had received his train set and table the month before. However the following day we had a family party for our little one. We started the morning by filling his room with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;, then woke up to him saying "mama mama, boons!" Once out of bed he ran up and down the hall kicking his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf1b7b2eda24198f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf1b7b2eda24198f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8478CE92EB52C9CEF01EBD529DFE2CBEDB98C628.1540AD48203D08135F51AA089CFB80E93659BCAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf1b7b2eda24198f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBgrhb_NRPnJYR6evKeOXxpD3Pvs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf1b7b2eda24198f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8478CE92EB52C9CEF01EBD529DFE2CBEDB98C628.1540AD48203D08135F51AA089CFB80E93659BCAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf1b7b2eda24198f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBgrhb_NRPnJYR6evKeOXxpD3Pvs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later George helped his mother get the Christmas lights set up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276087256633518786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThtZ--bKsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7ikiyjdTF2w/s400/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once George got up from his nap he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; by his Grandparents, and he was excited to see everyone coming to his house. This year George got into the gift opening. A few of his gifts he's a little afraid of, but there are also a few favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276088209387252386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThuRcQnaqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67jQrouFfww/s400/IMG_3044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276088355584027474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThuZ84pK1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RPVX034pmOU/s400/IMG_3047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276089286003200466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThvQG93EdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-88D7HqjrNw/s400/IMG_3054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276089958294594914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThv3PcnpWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nrovkhPdcsU/s400/IMG_3062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Also new this year we went with a home made cake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090033744388466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThv7ohQIXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/evSP-hYFqgI/s400/IMG_3063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you can see George was very excited that it came with toy trucks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090219072697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThwGa69tII/AAAAAAAAAFI/wJA8-fylf4w/s400/IMG_3065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090307530826402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThwLkdBoqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o7Tk9Ubzlc0/s400/IMG_3066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Once he blew out his candle his mother let him lick the frosting off, but little did she know that George would just eat the candle with the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090462860474386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThwUnGf-BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YuUKZTgARFk/s400/IMG_3070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This led to her trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt; the candle piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090683754177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThwhd_qY3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/9HUVGHFBuSA/s400/IMG_3071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090799083222258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThwoLoP9PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xn2BVXlcN5U/s400/IMG_3072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally George gets to play with his cake trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276092187184940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThx4-tfR5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qDcwJ6CvcF0/s400/IMG_3074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276092275315922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThx-HBjVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zDSXWNCIr_M/s400/IMG_3076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276092359317468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThyC_9FNpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ndA2LE5AEf4/s400/IMG_3081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all it was a very fun day. Happy second Birthday George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276093120076768706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThyvSAO5cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WruoRs2ygxU/s400/IMG_3089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-1769863276235589641?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf1b7b2eda24198f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/1769863276235589641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=1769863276235589641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1769863276235589641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1769863276235589641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/12/someones-two.html' title='Someone&apos;s Two!!!'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SThtZ--bKsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7ikiyjdTF2w/s72-c/IMG_3032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-6729655417569361335</id><published>2008-12-03T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:19:38.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>This year for Thanksgiving we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahl&lt;/span&gt; family household. George missed out on nap time, but did well with quite time in what use to be his mom's old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275774887170106754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdRTsCzZYI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z1_O_gT8PBg/s400/IMG_2997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely you'll notice that George doesn't have any pants on. Of course he can get away with this because he's a toddler and he wanted to have room for all that turkey and stuffing. Really George doesn't need to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pants less&lt;/span&gt; for meals as all his pants have elastic or adjustable waistbands. Don't you wish they made that for adults, oh wait they do, it's called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt; wear. Guys you should really try this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner was the standard turkey and all the starchy sides...mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing...of course there was some salad, and wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777946660654994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdUFxiMT5I/AAAAAAAAADw/PpJL3gQFNdA/s400/IMG_3005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Looks like Olivia is really enjoying the wine portion of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After dinner it was the traditional TV watching of Thanksgiving football. Even George got into it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sadly&lt;/span&gt; the Hawks didn't win one for us on the holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275780669492553602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdWkQ3554I/AAAAAAAAAD4/91tdscqc7F8/s400/IMG_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275780766782897522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdWp7TuvXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/13r_thKYKsI/s400/IMG_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eventually the toys became more interesting than the football game, but could you really blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally it was bedtime for George, but instead of heading home and ending our day early like we usually do, we put him to bed at the Grandparents. No he didn't stay there giving his parents a night off, but it was a few more hours with family. This was George's first time sleeping in a big bed. Even though it looks close in this photo he didn't fall out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275782740365475234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdYczee_aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UXOpIsCNTKU/s400/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hope you all had a Great Thanksgiving!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/329376220953879906-6729655417569361335?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/6729655417569361335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=6729655417569361335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/6729655417569361335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/6729655417569361335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/STdRTsCzZYI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z1_O_gT8PBg/s72-c/IMG_2997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-1627427376585729799</id><published>2008-11-13T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:05:32.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Ate Poop</title><content type='html'>Well that's what George said today.  We were outside and he was throwing leaves at Oden up on the deck, then next thing I know George vomits a little.  When I get to him I notice dog poop on the top of his boots and on his fingers, and on his mouth/face, and on his jacket.  I think he was trying to clean the poop off his boots and didn't know what to do to get it off his fingers.  So he wipped it on his jacket, then tried sticking it in his mouth.  Which of course made him vomit.  That's when I told him that he had ate some poop, and he repeated it "Me ate poop."  What a great sentence!  And only one parents will hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-1627427376585729799?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/1627427376585729799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=1627427376585729799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1627427376585729799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/1627427376585729799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-ate-poop.html' title='Me Ate Poop'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-2103476083082630800</id><published>2008-11-10T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:06:37.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Leavenworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC2-jCZSoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ej9ZDky_WtM/s1600-h/IMG_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412749696912002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC2-jCZSoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ej9ZDky_WtM/s400/IMG_2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in October Adrian and I got sometime away from our son George and headed east to the town of Leavenworth for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oktoberfest&lt;/span&gt;. Adrian will tell you that entertainment was provided by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quantities &lt;/span&gt;of beer, and we did have a great time. However, even though we were childless for the weekend we somehow ended up in bed every night before 11pm. I know it's sad. Being parents has made us tired, even while on vacation. Above is a picture from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotel room&lt;/span&gt;. We got lucky with good weather, so our 10 minute walks to the beer tent weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night we were there it was just Adrian and I. Adrian entered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yodeling&lt;/span&gt; contest. Well he thought it was going to be a strong man contest where the last man holding his beer straight out wins. That is the only reason he went up there to give it a try. And I know you all wondering...Adrian didn't win the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yodeling&lt;/span&gt;, but he was a close second according to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412976963790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC3LxrCp4I/AAAAAAAAACY/Y1gIh4Uu_ug/s400/IMG_2792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC3SnI2vgI/AAAAAAAAACg/6HB3npe_scs/s1600-h/IMG_2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269413094395133442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC3SnI2vgI/AAAAAAAAACg/6HB3npe_scs/s400/IMG_2797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ludwig's&lt;/span&gt;. Some nice pork products, a polka band, and oh yeah the St. Pauli Girl. Adrian got a autographed poster for George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we made it into town for 5 minute parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269421703669064146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC_HvLtodI/AAAAAAAAACo/bgZ15aH0IEE/s400/IMG_2809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269421815337341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC_OPLgUrI/AAAAAAAAACw/NjmgnQNwW4E/s400/IMG_2816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch some friends joined us for wine tasting. Now you may be thinking that the only reason we went was for the beer, but really we like to change it up. Of course this ended in us buying wine, including a case from one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tasting rooms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269424957690036258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSDCFJWxQCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/buDpnsF2-AY/s400/IMG_2817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janette, Carolyn, Adrian, and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269425062446806514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSDCLPmutfI/AAAAAAAAADA/rK2YjPrd_SU/s400/IMG_2818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A happy bunch of people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent Saturday night dancing to pop songs sent to a polka beat with Rob and Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426552311091058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSDDh9yDj3I/AAAAAAAAADI/EmKEwTWc7Os/s400/IMG_2827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Many of you know Adrian isn't into dancing so he spent his time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426618749995986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSDDl1SUy9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kMBfu2Uheuo/s400/IMG_2828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to try this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426723687446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSDDr8NXNpI/AAAAAAAAADY/MpA_YhwXhbc/s400/IMG_2829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Greetings From Leavenworth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all it was a great time and we'll be doing this again next year for anyone that wants to join us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-2103476083082630800?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/2103476083082630800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=2103476083082630800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/2103476083082630800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/2103476083082630800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/11/leavenworth.html' title='Leavenworth'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SSC2-jCZSoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ej9ZDky_WtM/s72-c/IMG_2799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329376220953879906.post-3688418693957502009</id><published>2008-11-02T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:04:23.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was only George's second Halloween, but I think he enjoyed it so much more this year. Mostly because he knows what candy is and got it for free by going to people's houses. We had a few events leading up to the holiday. George helped his mom with pumpkin carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264167669054445282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4UmrAWFuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PJujO0Is15c/s320/IMG_2863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264168127381457282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4VBWaBSYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hdNkADh7TuU/s320/IMG_2870.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He enjoyed scooping out pumpkin seeds &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264176204264789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4cXfJEVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IE4Y9eq-ZF4/s320/IMG_2871.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264176689359533010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4czuQqs9I/AAAAAAAAABA/4B3EndavF0M/s320/IMG_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You may ask, is George really carving?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264176773217313026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4c4mp64QI/AAAAAAAAABI/oAYOzAIrGKY/s320/IMG_2873.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nope, just dropping the tools through the pumpkins eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183113109126418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4ipol6vRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/A8uBFoaB_PE/s400/IMG_2886.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then the weekend before Halloween our PEPs group had a Halloween preview. It's just an excuse for us to dress our kids up in their costumes and get together. This year George was a train conductor. Thou as you can see in all the pictures he wouldn't wear his hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183917241369186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4jYcN_AmI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q9viU8QFC1U/s400/IMG_2888.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Group picture that George didn't want to be in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264184129848756146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4jk0PiR7I/AAAAAAAAABg/mLGbOONg3uw/s400/IMG_2893.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep not into the group thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264184207651982706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4jpWFRTXI/AAAAAAAAABo/dzDliBWE-iY/s400/IMG_2898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;George and Stella (giraffe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then the came the real fun on Halloween. George, with his mom and dad, went to a few houses. He never said 'trick or treat' but always said goodbye as we left. George was excited about getting candy, and spent about a half hour playing with it all after we got home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186667134329474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4l4gXjooI/AAAAAAAAABw/-DtjJlg1k-k/s400/IMG_2908.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In costume, mom as Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186743096939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4l87WdExI/AAAAAAAAAB4/f4Ytu9FWNFw/s400/IMG_2914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting his candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186825923200498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4mBv5xhfI/AAAAAAAAACA/sZF8M4waP2I/s400/IMG_2917.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329376220953879906-3688418693957502009?l=jorgevandahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/feeds/3688418693957502009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329376220953879906&amp;postID=3688418693957502009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/3688418693957502009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329376220953879906/posts/default/3688418693957502009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgevandahl.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Carolyn &amp;amp; Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04246022150883417242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ0EXtBOwYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0BfrPJaeb0Q/S220/test.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HyQIX-CVr8A/SQ4UmrAWFuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PJujO0Is15c/s72-c/IMG_2863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
