<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454</id><updated>2008-08-20T09:10:21.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyer Family</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020492857084599276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-4569610760976403409</id><published>2008-08-16T20:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:09:20.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Homecoming... and an update</title><content type='html'>The best thing that happened to me yesterday was coming home from girls' camp (after being in the dry dessert heat just a day previous) and being escorted by Dan and our girls to the nail salon to get a pedicure complete with mechanical back massage. It was just what I needed! I'd show you the before and after, but I don't want to lose the remaining readers we have. My feet were unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about a week in Utah/Idaho for some family time with a family reunion on Dan's side. I never met so much extended family at one time! I'm so glad I finally got to meet so many of them. We had a great time in Lava Hot springs, so much that we couldn't get the girls to leave the pools.&lt;br /&gt;We planned on returning to NYC a bit earlier, but everyone seems to love to fly out of SLC so we were stuck for another day (Dan) or two (us girls). There was pressure to get home, but we took advantage of the extra time to spend with friends and more family.&lt;br /&gt;After the reddest of red-eye flights, I had a little less than a day to get ready for girls' camp.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unrested but determined, I arrived at camp and I'm so glad I did. I had a great experience this year. The Young Women of New York are simply amazing! I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/d-m-wed-day-719936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/d-m-wed-day-719927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were in Utah, Dan and I celebrated our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;five year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Five years...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like so few. I feel as if we've been together a lifetime longer, and I mean that in the best possible way. I won't go on and on about it though. I won't go on and on about how blessed I am or how wonderful life has been or about what a better person I am or how happiness abounds or how I've had some amazing, life-altering experiences, all because of Dan...&lt;br /&gt;although, all of that happens to be true.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/08/homecoming-and-update.html' title='Homecoming... and an update'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=4569610760976403409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/4569610760976403409'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/4569610760976403409'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2311381563794435047</id><published>2008-08-05T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:34:17.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Gone again</title><content type='html'>We managed to stay home for nearly a month before leaving again.&lt;br /&gt;We are traveling to and around the great states of Utah and Idaho for a grand reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/08/gone-again.html' title='Gone again'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=2311381563794435047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2311381563794435047'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2311381563794435047'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-1615789264438899810</id><published>2008-08-04T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:55:48.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Jane's Stats (and Hannah's too)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-run-states.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane had her two-year appointment. Here's how she measures up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 24 pounds -  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15th percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 35 inches   -  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75th percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she is taller than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;She had a rough appointment. The doc decided to flush out her ears because of all the junk in them, and she howled in pain. It was sad to watch, so sad, but at least I got to hold her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd figure out where Hannah is at, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 32 pounds - at the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;42nd&lt;/span&gt; percentile&lt;br /&gt;Height: 42 inches   -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; above the 97th&lt;/span&gt; percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was tall but it's strange to see how tall. That girl is going to be taller than me by age eight- not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;••••••••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly unrelated topic...&lt;br /&gt;Every time I walk to the pediatrician's office, I see this office sign and I laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/kevorkian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jack (A.K.A. "L" Kevorkian) has moved on to euthanasia via laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one I see from time to time is Dr. Rotman, Dentist.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if either of them have lost potential patients because of their names...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/08/janes-stats-and-hannahs-too.html' title='Jane&apos;s Stats (and Hannah&apos;s too)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=1615789264438899810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1615789264438899810'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1615789264438899810'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3791069204843185396</id><published>2008-08-02T21:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:28:22.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Jane's birthday, the play-by-play</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: below may contain info and photo overload. Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning, Jane! Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;I was more excited about Jane's birthday than anyone, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so excited about Jane turning two as much as I was about the potential fun to be had for the day.&lt;br /&gt;We started early, our schedule running on zoo-opening hours. But we looked outside.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh- It might rain. We better hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, let's open one of Jane's presents!&lt;br /&gt;Jane got her very own Hello Kitty umbrella. She acted as if she has waited her entire life for her very own umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;We had to test it out immediately... in the non-existent rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/m-j-umbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane kept pointing to the kitty, "Kitty, kitty, kitty... " She was so proud. Ah, the joy! (Thanks, mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, I asked Dan to take a birthday photo of Jane with me and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/m-h-j-b-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, isn't that sweet. What can't be shown, is how wet and mad I was two minutes after this snapshot was taken, when Hannah sprayed me and the camera down with a hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time-out&lt;/span&gt; for Hannah and then for myself to go get me and the camera dried off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up Jane's friend, Caitlyn, (and apologizing to Hannah) we were off.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/m-h-j-c-eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an exciting new feature. Don't my little chicks look excited?&lt;br /&gt;The Queens Zoo is small, quiet, picturesque and perfect for two-year olds with little to no attention span. We breezed through most parts. The highlights, as much as I can surmise from the little ones' P.O.V., were:&lt;br /&gt;the sea lion feeding, and the barking&lt;br /&gt;the alligator&lt;br /&gt;snack time&lt;br /&gt;the flowers&lt;br /&gt;the "do not cross" cables that are so fun to cross&lt;br /&gt;petting the coyote skin that the zoo youth educators had&lt;br /&gt;watching ME feed the sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their favorite part of the zoo trip was riding on the carousel, which really had nothing to do with the zoo. That's always a sure thing for everyone's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-bday-carousel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for Dan's. Cheer up, Dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-bday-carousel2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better.&lt;br /&gt;Right as they got off the ride, BOOM... CRACK and then the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Good timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, after a wicked storm with a sky dark as night, we headed to the subway for a downtown trip. Our destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellensstardustdiner.com/"&gt;Ellen's Stardust Diner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our friend is a singing waiter there on occasion, and as it was his last shift before he and his family leave our ward and move to Wyoming, we thought we'd pay him a visit.&lt;br /&gt;The food is as good as to be expected for a diner, but not as good as the prices suggest. Nonetheless, the atmosphere was fun and entertaining. The girls loved watching the train go 'round and 'round the track up above. Dan and I loved watching our friend belt out show tunes and golden oldies. We had no idea he could sing so well! Actually, all the waiters had amazing talent. &lt;br /&gt;At one point, one singing waiter sat down by Jane to serenade her. At first she looked right at him with a "may I help you?" look, then she looked at me as if to say, "who is this guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-waiter-singing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry- she's not about to cry. &lt;br /&gt;See her full mouth and that brown goo under her lip? That's Tootsie Roll juice, an appetizer before her fried meal. We're such good parents.&lt;br /&gt;With all the loud singing, the place seemed like some off-Broadway theater which featured dining room seating and a strange medley of songs. We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home again, and time for the good stuff, at least the stuff that matters to Hannah- presents and cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah had requested &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cow pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Jane's birthday dessert, but after I suggested a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cupcake cake&lt;/span&gt;, she changed her mind. Maybe it was the double "cake" that sold her. We'll have to talk to her about cow pies later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-2-cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-gifts-wrap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane went nuts on the frosting, kind of like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-eat-cake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-eat-cake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, that's all she ate- the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;Presents this year, including the aforementioned umbrella, were:&lt;br /&gt;a raincoat, (thanks again, mom),&lt;br /&gt;Dora DVD,&lt;br /&gt;baby doll stroller, could be the winning gift this year, and&lt;br /&gt;lots of books, three of which are about sheep and lambs- her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our DVD player provided the girls' entertainment for the remainder of the evening, and I didn't feel an iota of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the day, I can say it will be a memorable birthday of our little Jane O.&lt;br /&gt;She may not remember it, but some day, she'll know about it.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/08/janes-birthday-play-by-play.html' title='Jane&apos;s birthday, the play-by-play'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=3791069204843185396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3791069204843185396'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3791069204843185396'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-432193144097613785</id><published>2008-07-31T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:34:35.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Hannah and a boy cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-umbrella-sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Hannah suddenly told me that she wanted short hair. Where did that come from? I asked her how short she wanted her hair. She said,&lt;br /&gt;BOY SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I have some dear friends with the cutest short hair cuts, but it just so happens that I am deeply fond of Hannah's golden brown locks and to lose them would be tragic. Am I being dramatic? It's amazing how attached I can get to things I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see if I can find a way to show Hannah what she would look like with boy-short hair. If she absolutely loves the look - and loves it for at least ten years - I'll consider letting her do it.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get through to her, I might be calling on reinforcements for an intervention.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/hannah-and-boy-cut.html' title='Hannah and a boy cut'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=432193144097613785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/432193144097613785'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/432193144097613785'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7713341838369663670</id><published>2008-07-31T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:03:19.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>"Mary had a little lamb"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-lamby-blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Dan said when Jane came into our room this morning with her blanket draped over her head and holding her Lamby.&lt;br /&gt;She usually wraps her blanket around herself, after removing all of her clothing, and sometimes her blanket makes it onto her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something endearing about a child literally wrapped up in her own little bit of comfort and security. This blanket is special because Grandma made it. And then there's Lamby. I really love that thing, mostly because Jane loves it so much. A few days ago, I thought Lamby was gone and I was genuinely sad (Monica, knows what I'm talking about. I still have hope for Mino). I thought I should take more photos of Lamby, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='&quot;Mary had a little lamb&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=7713341838369663670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7713341838369663670'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7713341838369663670'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3738530440103582403</id><published>2008-07-30T15:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:25:39.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>"Anything!"</title><content type='html'>Lately, when I ask Hannah questions like, "what's that noise?" or "what are you doing in there?" or "what is Jane crying about?", her response is invariably, "Anything", which she means is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;, which really means &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, when I called out to her in the kitchen, "Hannah, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;and she said, "Anything!", I knew I needed to check on her.&lt;br /&gt;She had opened the box of pasta I had just bought and was making letters from a pile of noodles on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-noodle-letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At first I was upset that she was using the same noodles I was planning on cooking with tonight. Then, I realized it was a good learning opportunity for her, as she doesn't like to write letters on paper too much.&lt;br /&gt;I let her play. What are a few less noodles in my pot, anyway? Sometimes, I really have to yell at myself to keep things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/anything.html' title='&quot;Anything!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=3738530440103582403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3738530440103582403'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3738530440103582403'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-609422551513624851</id><published>2008-07-28T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:19:52.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gov's Island</title><content type='html'>For Dan's biweekly Friday off, we went from our island (technically, Queens is on an island) to Manhattan Island to Governor's Island.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the girls. I'll start with Hannah defending herself against the onslaught of bubbles blowing her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-bubbles-onslaught.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-lily-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/d-h-j-wall-lib.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-pick-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;You can see more of the girls &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/07/stairs-on-island.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/07/48-stars.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/govs-island.html' title='Gov&apos;s Island'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=609422551513624851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/609422551513624851'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/609422551513624851'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-209081859249788513</id><published>2008-07-27T16:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:34:52.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>It's growing</title><content type='html'>We knew we were getting a little water damage in between our ceiling and wall,&lt;br /&gt;but then one morning, I woke up and saw this growing out of the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/mold-growth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you want a closer look, do you?&lt;br /&gt;By all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/mold-growth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing actually had stems and leaves. Weird and gross. &lt;br /&gt;When Hannah saw the ceiling she said,&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's broken. You better get a new ceiling quick, Mama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/its-growing.html' title='It&apos;s growing'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=209081859249788513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/209081859249788513'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/209081859249788513'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-9218133374511380896</id><published>2008-07-24T14:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:48:39.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Every parents dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-weed-bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah said she wanted these for her "wedding flowers".&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who she thinks she is talking about her wedding already, but I will say that if her desire for a weed bouquet holds, then she will have one happy mother and father on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/every-parents-dream.html' title='Every parents dream'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=9218133374511380896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/9218133374511380896'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/9218133374511380896'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2471189515038368128</id><published>2008-07-22T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:07:40.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We love chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-choco-face.jpg"&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/we-love-chocolate.html' title='We love chocolate!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=2471189515038368128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2471189515038368128'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2471189515038368128'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7562322178046392831</id><published>2008-07-20T20:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:28:52.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>"These girls..."</title><content type='html'>That's what I said tonight when I saw Hannah and Jane after coming home from a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I saw them and I thought, "Ah, these are my girls, and they are... amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;I practically smothered them until lights out, &lt;br /&gt;and then I smothered them a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah just took it like she had no will. I think she loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane cracked me up when she starting crying to have the roll of duct tape with her in bed. She has certainly grown fond of the stuff since it became a necessary component of diaper changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-jane-jc-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah really isn't this bad at smiling. She happened to be showing me a "teeth smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/these-girls.html' title='&quot;These girls...&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=7562322178046392831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7562322178046392831'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7562322178046392831'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-5505944677936174191</id><published>2008-07-18T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:02:36.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Mother-daughter picnic date</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/minna-hannah-picnic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has been asking if she could go on a picnic for some time now. She has some books with picnic scenes, complete with the red-checkered blanket and she never fails to point it out to me. Well, tonight the little lady was granted her wish.&lt;br /&gt;For our date, Hannah and I packed up the bike trailer with the necessary items for an outdoor meal and headed to the nearest park with grass, which isn't as close as you might think for all the parks they have in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was on the menu, designed by Hannah:&lt;br /&gt;pasta,&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;chips,&lt;br /&gt;apples with peanut butter,&lt;br /&gt;yogurt,&lt;br /&gt;pink lemonade and&lt;br /&gt;chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-picnic-food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Hannah wanted some time for activities so we brought along bubbles and water balloons (again, her choice). Hannah has been wanting to play with water balloons since she saw kids filling them up at the park, but I realized tonight when I pulled them out that she didn't know what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "OK, do you want to throw them now?"&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me incredulously, eyes wide and slowly said, "Nooo!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what do you want to do with them?&lt;br /&gt;"We can put them in the grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I convinced her that the divine purpose of a water balloon is for it to be thrown with great force. I threw one and after it popped and splashed, she was eager to throw one herself. She made me proud as she launched each one.&lt;br /&gt;We blew some bubbles and then it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed having the time to focus only on Hannah. We definitely need to do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came home, we ate some of these &lt;a href="http://100percentcottam-austin.blogspot.com/2008/07/smores-on-stick.html"&gt;simple and delicious treats&lt;/a&gt; that I saw on &lt;a href="http://100percentcottam-austin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie's blog&lt;/a&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/smore-stick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah saw them on her blog too, and wanted them for our date so we made some. We decided to share them, much to Dan's delight. Dan said that's how s'mores should be- he's one of those who doesn't care for the dryness that a s'more can offer. I can see what he means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Princess Bride to end Hannah's date night. She often asks to watch it, but she can only watch it with us- "It's scary!" but she loves it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look forward to date nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#60;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/mother-daughter-picnic-date.html' title='Mother-daughter picnic date'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=5505944677936174191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5505944677936174191'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5505944677936174191'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-5399706680108505920</id><published>2008-07-18T06:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:22:52.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>The culmination of things</title><content type='html'>Hannah has previously shown her passion for &lt;a href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/04/towel-fetish.html"&gt;towels&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/04/two-per-box.html"&gt;boxes&lt;/a&gt;. Now these two things have come together in what seems to be perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, when things are too quiet, I have to do safety and quality checks to make sure everything is OK. I walked into my bedroom and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-boxes-towel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she was doing but she didn't respond. I peeked under the towel to find her smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-face-boxes-towel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was trying to go to sleep, so I let her be. She never fell asleep, but I'm glad she put those Costco boxes to good use. I kept the boxes out of the recycling for a couple of days just for play time.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/culmination-of-things.html' title='The culmination of things'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=5399706680108505920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5399706680108505920'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5399706680108505920'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-4033653141308988984</id><published>2008-07-16T16:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:58:17.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><title type='text'>The people of NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_0535-728029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_0535-727973.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were  approaching our building from a short walk this afternoon, a somewhat elderly woman approached me telling me about how she had all of this cheese. She said she wanted to see if she could sell the cheese but told herself if she couldn't find anyone to buy the cheese, she would give it away. I politely smiled and nodded trying to understand her broken English.&lt;br /&gt;My kids were starting to wander away so I wasn't paying too much attention to her ramblings, but I heard bits about open-heart surgery, kittens, noodles and of course, the 2 pound block of American Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;I rounded my kids up and was hoping to take the opportunity to excuse myself to go inside with my children. Then the woman finally got to her point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will give you the cheese, [she pulls it out] look- it's low fat, and you give me money, not very much, and tomorrow I come and watch you children and you give me money, whatever you can.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whoa! This was a new level of unscrupulous panhandling that I wasn't used to- so bold!&lt;br /&gt;I quickly mentioned that I have no need for the cheese nor a sitter nor do I have any cash.&lt;br /&gt;She retorted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you have checks right? You write checks? I  come tomorrow. Are you American?&lt;/blockquote&gt;About as American as that cheese, I suppose, only I hope I taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted she try and sell the cheese to someone else and that I really didn't want it. She insisted on giving me the cheese anyway. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urged&lt;/span&gt; her to keep the cheese. I was getting aggravated by now.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring my wishes, and my tone, she pulled out a new bag and put the cheese in it. She told me to take it and it was OK if I didn't have money. She said she was alone and couldn't eat the cheese by herself.&lt;br /&gt;I said thank you, herded up my girls and turned to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;Her last words were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck with the cheese!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks, I'll need it!&lt;br /&gt;•</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/people-of-ny.html' title='The people of NY'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=4033653141308988984' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/4033653141308988984'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/4033653141308988984'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-5259319035621067455</id><published>2008-07-16T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:39:08.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Hannah and her sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_0531-742994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://dyerweb.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_0531-742978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah is such a nurturing big sister. She is almost always concerned about Jane and trying to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;Today, after I put Jane down for her nap and without me knowing, Hannah had gone in their room to cover Jane up with Hannah's "special blanket" and put some stuffed animals under her arm, one of which is Jane's Lamby. I went in to make sure it was cool enough and found her like this.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart warm a little, took a picture and then pulled the blanket down as it happens to be the warmest quilt we own. She was surely roasting. I just hope Hannah doesn't go back in there to see her good intentions disregarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing other things, mostly Summer related- BBQs, swimming, eating ice cream, playing in parks, etc. Unfortunately, however, our computer is getting fixed and the photos I have taken remain on my camera (the above photo was taken with Dan's).&lt;br /&gt;We should be up and blogging in no time.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/hannah-and-her-sister.html' title='Hannah and her sister'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=5259319035621067455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5259319035621067455'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5259319035621067455'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3268156092195698290</id><published>2008-07-11T14:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:48:02.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>Out of our mouths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/dora-g-o-t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hannah was asleep on the floor one night while we were at Cannon Beach. She started to stir, waking me up, then she moaned and she yelled out,&lt;br /&gt;"Grumpy Old Troll!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those of you who know Dora know who I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•••••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at Cannon Beach, we visited the ward in Seaside for Fast and Testimony meeting. We sat way in the back and even though we couldn't see a thing, Hannah was listening. A woman was crying and sniffling through her testimony. Hannah, with a mixed look of angst and boredom said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is kinda sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I had a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•••••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane makes this funny sound at random.&lt;br /&gt;She very quickly sticks her tongue out and back in with a "bulub"&lt;br /&gt;She'll do it when the elevator door opens, or she'll do it after I've given her a snack, etc. Sometimes she laughs at herself after she's done it.&lt;br /&gt;I have know idea where she got that one.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/out-of-our-mouths.html' title='Out of our mouths'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=3268156092195698290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3268156092195698290'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3268156092195698290'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7682825140457430675</id><published>2008-07-10T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:38:59.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bailey Bailey</title><content type='html'>That's what Hannah calls her new cousin Bailey. It came from Baby Bailey and no matter how many times I'd correct her, Hannah would still say, "Bailey Bailey." I don't know if it will stick, but it was cute for the week at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/bailey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/bailey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/bailey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more of Bailey Bailey &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/07/pure-and-simple.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/bailey-bailey.html' title='Bailey Bailey'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=7682825140457430675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7682825140457430675'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/7682825140457430675'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-1778849691226632520</id><published>2008-07-09T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:52:07.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannon Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/dan-h-j-ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been home now for two days. We had a lot of traveling to do with plane rides and car rides, but the whole week at the beach was worth it. The weather was a bit more favorable last year, but that didn't keep us from having fun. There were some warm sunny days that got us in our bathing suits. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the most memorable moments were our hike to &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-sands.html"&gt;Short Sands&lt;/a&gt;, our evening in Seaside, the Cannon Beach Cook-off (our family version of Iron Chef), seeing our friends &lt;a href="http://elguaponandlaflaca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wyatt and Brittany&lt;/a&gt; who paid us a visit, and well, pretty much everything else we did. The girls loved being so free, as did we, and seeing their cousins, aunts and uncles, and of course, grandma and papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read Dan's or my blog, you already know that our computer died while we were in Oregon, so I couldn't unload my camera. However, I have loads of photos of my niece and nephew, of which I will be posting soon. Until then, here is a photo that has nothing to do with Cannon Beach. It's simply called "lunch at the water park".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-lunch-water.jpg"&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/07/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=1778849691226632520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1778849691226632520'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1778849691226632520'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-1700122281023915077</id><published>2008-06-28T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:29:01.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannon Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Be back soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://miriamlovell.com/blog/images/cannon_beach/haystack_mid_pana.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we will be until July 7th- &lt;a href="http://dyerweb.com/blog/2007_07_01_archive.html"&gt;Cannon Beach&lt;/a&gt; on the Oregon Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy and safe Fourth of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/be-back-soon.html' title='Be back soon'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=1700122281023915077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1700122281023915077'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/1700122281023915077'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3490929845189055299</id><published>2008-06-25T22:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:24:35.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Where the "Heck" is Matt? video</title><content type='html'>I've never posted a video on this blog that was not made with our own video camera, but for some reason, this one I wanted to share. I didn't know what to think of it at first- some guy, dancing goofy in different countries. As the video progressed, however, I started to really enjoy what I was watching. It was interesting to see how people related to Matt. I love how music and dancing can be so magical that it can bring people from all different cultures and various walks of life together... and be happy! Basically, it made me happy. If you've seen it (it's pretty popular), maybe it made you happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press play to start the download then pause it quickly. Wait a minute, press play again, then move the cursor off the screen so you can see the locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(For those of you that might need instructions- you know who you  are:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1211060?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Where the "Heck" is Matt? (2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user484313?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Matthew Harding&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/where-heck-is-matt-video.html' title='Where the &quot;Heck&quot; is Matt? video'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=3490929845189055299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3490929845189055299'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/3490929845189055299'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2508566103742126470</id><published>2008-06-25T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:55:20.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam Lovell Photo'/><title type='text'>Contest at ML Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/first_sale-773813.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a photo cards give-away over at my &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-news-good-news.html"&gt;photo blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, and try your luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/contest-at-ml-photo.html' title='Contest at ML Photo'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=2508566103742126470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2508566103742126470'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2508566103742126470'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2612566904586992233</id><published>2008-06-24T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:13:27.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Out of our mouths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Hannah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Hannah, what would I do without you?"&lt;br /&gt;H: "... sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;On our walk Hannah saw her friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;H: "Are we going to Tessa's house?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "No, we are going to Trader Joe's."&lt;br /&gt;Hannah yells with arms straight over head: "TRADER JOOOOOOOOES!!! WOOHOOOOO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Just a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Jane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy... Mama... Annah... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;vS... ME!"&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't even coach her on this one. I'm glad she knows it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Dan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sno Cones have got nothin' on shaved ice."&lt;br /&gt;(Random, yes, but I thought it was funny)</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/out-of-our-mouths.html' title='Out of our mouths'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=2612566904586992233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2612566904586992233'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2612566904586992233'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2325872368441573760</id><published>2008-06-23T12:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:48:34.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minna&apos;s stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girls'/><title type='text'>Things I learned today</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/girls-leaf-share.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes, rather than Mom, sisters are best at consoling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If I notice Jane has a messy diaper, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need to change it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right away&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's OK to play and laugh with my kids as long as "necessary", even if it means I'm not getting a lick of anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hannah is just concerned about my health and well-being when she demands that I exercise (I guess that's more of "things I'd like to believe" rather than "things I learned"). I have to say, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more to learn. The day is only half over.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/things-i-learned-today.html' title='Things I learned today'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=2325872368441573760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2325872368441573760'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/2325872368441573760'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-5601464593018993528</id><published>2008-06-22T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:26:57.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/d-m-jump-beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how excited we are to go to Cannon Beach next week. Yes, we are looking forward to the same vacation we take every year. It is one of those vacations mixed with the right amount of play and relaxation. We never get tired of it. Also, the girls are older now and Jane won't be eating the sand every five seconds... we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(photo from last year's beach trip)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/06/here-we-come.html' title='Here we come!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11242454&amp;postID=5601464593018993528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyerweb.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5601464593018993528'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242454/posts/default/5601464593018993528'/><author><name>Miriam Lovell Dyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481641779257521567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>