<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:26:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Dyer Family</title><description>The Dyers: Dan, Minna, Hannah and Jane.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Dan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2162752098895864407</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T15:26:17.975-05:00</atom:updated><title>We're Moving! (our blog is moving, not us)</title><description>We are moving our blog to the blogspot servers so we can have some of the neat functionality that they provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find it at &lt;a href="http://dyeries.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dyeries.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to update your bookmarks and blog readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also going to add a domain name. It will activate in the next day or two &lt;a href="http://dyeries.com"&gt;http://dyeries.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/11/were-moving-our-blog-is-moving-not-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dan)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-2335734845662777059</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T22:21:51.935-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Halloween</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>holidays</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The girls</category><title>Reason for the Season- #8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took having kids to appreciate Halloween again. &lt;br /&gt;This year, Hannah was a butterfly and Jane was... well, just a cute little girl in a pink poodle skirt. It was so fun to watch them. They were so excited when we got outside, they could barely stay still for a photo, but we did manage to get a few. Oh, I forgot to mention that I made a silly, pregnant monkey of myself. It was Hannah's idea (Not shown are my monkey gloves and tail).&lt;br /&gt;We went to Burns Street - essentially the same Burns Street we live on but in a private neighborhood called The Gardens. They love trick-or-treaters there, and they always know how to do Halloween right with great decor and plenty of chocolate candy bars. We had a good time but Hannah requested to go home before we did. We had no problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;A short and very sweet Halloween evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-hal-butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-hal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-hal-poodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/m-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hal-walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-hal-tot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/garden-hal.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/garden-hal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/garden-hal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/garden-hal4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-hal-tree.jpg"&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3881510366670122763</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T15:43:27.132-04:00</atom:updated><title>The prep</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-hair-prep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, getting the hair ready... &lt;br /&gt;and watching Ratatouille.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/prep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-3228774641070894972</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T13:02:12.193-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hannah</category><title>Hannah's balloons</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-art-balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't keep all the art Hannah makes or brings home from Joy School or Primary. On the contrary, we have tossed all of it thus far. However, if there is something she's made that we want to remember, we take a picture of it. Hannah's balloon art is one of those things. Balloons are the only things she draws consistently. In fact, it was the first recognizable thing she ever drew. I love the way she makes them. I suppose I should encourage her to expound on her artistic abilities but why rush her?</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/hannahs-balloons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8661239129462843358</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T22:43:36.716-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jane</category><title>food any way</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-muffin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane loves food. Well, I should say she really loves the foods she loves. She could eat bananas, raisins, applesauce or yogurt All. Day. Long. The problem with that is that she doesn't really know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to eat, at least like a human being should. She doesn't like utensils, she stuffs her mouth until it overflows, she discards less desirables whenever and wherever she feels like it, she hoards food in her mouth for an unhealthy amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ever &lt;/span&gt; remember this problem with Hannah when we were teaching her table-time etiquette so that's probably why I am at a loss as to why Jane is still eating like a one-year old when she is over 2. We will just have to continue to monitor her feeding habits until we have found a more effective way to teach her some civility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I love this little monkey &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/food-any-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-6658661772156299414</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T11:35:40.505-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><title>Hi and good-bye</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last several months, we have noticed this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Hi!"&lt;/span&gt; sign peeking out from under a bush on our weekly walk to Trader Joe's.&lt;br /&gt;It always brought a smile to my face and I'm sure to all those who noticed it. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I came upon the friendly bush, I saw that the "Hi!" was no where to be found. It has always been in the same place, but still, I searched all around the bush in hopes to find it. Alas, it was gone. I laughed inwardly at my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;It kind of made me realize how important a simple "hi" is to us humans. When we moved to NYC, we noticed how people just don't say hello as you pass or even make eye contact. One day, Dan said hello to an unsuspecting elderly woman and it startled her speechless. Since then, I have thought that one day, I would say hello to everyone I passed along these busy streets of NYC. I haven't had the courage to do it yet, but maybe I can just say hi to one person. Maybe that person misses the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Hi!"&lt;/span&gt; sign and needs it.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/hi-and-good-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-688632989323536176</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-22T20:21:08.446-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recipes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Reason for the Season- #7</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having soup this season before the weather actually warranted it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what it is about soup that I love so much. It's just so satisfying to me. That and it warms my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all kinds of soup:&lt;br /&gt;•egg-drop soup,&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;a href="http://food.realsimple.com/realsimple/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;recipe_id=1140522"&gt;tortellini soup&lt;/a&gt; (no stranger to our menu),&lt;br /&gt;•vegetable soups,&lt;br /&gt;•tomato soups &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/sherried_tomato_soup/"&gt;(try this one)&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;•New England clam chowder,&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/COCONUT-CHICKEN-SOUP-5412"&gt;chicken coconut curry soup&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;•lentil soups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/soup-apple-curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curried Apple Soup, perfect for the season. My friend &lt;a href="http://batesbloggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt; first introduced it to me, but it turns out I had the recipe all along, in an old Martha Stewart mag. You can get the recipe &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/curried-apple-soup?autonomy_kw=curried%20apple%20soup&amp;rsc=header_1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I substituted fat-free half and half for "cream or milk".</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-167611208620274255</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T07:00:00.753-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>news</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>baby</category><title>Pink or Blue?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/pinkorblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question will have to be answered in about 4.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the disappointment of many, we decided months ago that we are not going to find out the sex of baby #3 until D-day . We will all have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;We hear there is nothing like it - being surprised in the end. I'm all about "nothing like it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah keeps saying it's going to be a girl, and she thinks we should name her Hannah. It &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a great name.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/pink-or-blue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7003892680449322593</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T00:09:49.186-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>special occasions</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Minna</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recipes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Reason for the Season- #6</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, it's my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; 28 and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it is for everyone else, but my birthday is less and less anticipated every year. Still, it's always good to celebrate if the opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;Dan had another half day on Friday, so we started celebrating early. The great thing about having a birthday on Sunday is that it can last all weekend long, if you let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the girls with some friends and went to Manhattan. There, we went to,&lt;br /&gt;• the temple&lt;br /&gt;• sushi&lt;br /&gt;• ChikaLicious - I write about ChikaLicious every time we go so I'll spare myself the typing. Besides, I already wrote a bit about it &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-on-my-mind.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.pommesfrites.ws/"&gt;Pommes Frites&lt;/a&gt;, a place that only makes and sells french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun eating and walking through the city on our own. We're still talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Dan gave me the gift of time. I got to,&lt;br /&gt;• shop&lt;br /&gt;• get a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;• read&lt;br /&gt;• rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pizza, I really wanted to make a caramel apple. I have eaten one before, years ago, but I have never made one that I can recall. Dan opted out of the whole-apple experience and cut his apples up for dipping. Here is the single caramel apple I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/caramel-apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a crispy, sweet-tart Cortland apple and I enjoyed every messy bite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3uOOhm8Fj8"&gt;Young at Heart&lt;/a&gt; after the girls went to bed. If you haven't seen it, you should. We found it very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all about dessert. Dan dedicated the afternoon to making this amazingly rich and delicious chocolate peanut butter cake that we made from &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/08/chocolate-peanut-butter-cake/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;. As he was making it, I would hear, &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, man!" or &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my goodness!" and then I heard, &lt;br /&gt;"This is dangerous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/pb-choc-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but go in and take a sampling myself. He was right- it is dangerous! It is the best birthday cake I have ever had. Thanks Dan (and sorry, mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our friends over for an ice cream mix-in party. We made vanilla, chocolate and pumpkin ice creams and everyone brought a mix-in to mix in. Needless to say, we had more than enough sweet in our evening. I should say more than enough sweet for the weekend. At any rate, there were great memories made... &lt;br /&gt;mostly about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;••••••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for the kind birthday wishes, in various forms.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-9082815267503664716</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T16:03:52.627-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Minna</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hannah</category><title>Who's the child here?</title><description>Hannah and I were having a battle of wills today. It started because Hannah wouldn't clean up a particularly messy toy when I specifically told her, "if you get that out you must put it all away yourself." She too easily agreed. I don't usually have problems with her - she's quite reasonable and well-behaved. That said... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave each other the silent treatment for about two hours. I was frustrated that she absolutely refused to clean up, even after she knew the consequences. She didn't care, and that bothered me the most. It shouldn't have. I should have been able to carry on as normal knowing that I would follow through with the consequences and the punishment would be hers. However, I felt like I was punishing both of us for making misery of an afternoon. I wasn't showing love and neither of us were feeling love.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to deliberately withhold love from her, but I was. I realized what I was doing when Jane woke up from her nap and Hannah couldn't stop hugging her. She even took Jane to the couch to hold her there. She then followed Jane around the house looking for attention. My heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started to pick up some of the books that had become de-shelved during the morning play date. I came across a book my mom-in-law gave me, A Creative Companion by Sark. I sat on the floor a moment and flipped through the pages. I stopped on a colorful page with the heading, "How to really love a child". I read. Here were some from the long list that I liked and more that I needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Say yes as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;If they're crabby, put them in water&lt;br /&gt;If they're unlovable, love yourself&lt;br /&gt;Realize how important it is to be a child&lt;br /&gt;Remember how really small they are&lt;br /&gt;Surprise them&lt;br /&gt;Make loving safe&lt;br /&gt;Bake a cake and eat it with no hands&lt;br /&gt;Keep the gleam in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Stop yelling&lt;br /&gt;Giggle a lot&lt;br /&gt;Speak kindly&lt;br /&gt;Express your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank further. I felt humbled. My attitude changed and so did Hannah's. AMAZING! I never realized with such poignancy how much the mood and state of my children and home depend on me. That makes me more important than I'd like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/h-park.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, you teach me so much. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/whos-child-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-6466085325743842591</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T22:43:06.412-04:00</atom:updated><title>A less than manic Monday</title><description>Usually, Mondays are quite busy with shopping, cleaning, laundry... all the things we didn't do and need to catch up on from the weekend. Today was not one of those typical Mondays. This is how the girls and I spent our day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We took a 2 1/2 hour walk around town and through The Gardens neighborhood where we enjoyed the beautiful changing trees. The girls loved playing in the leaves and tried to catch them as they fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We put sponge rollers in Hannah's hair just for fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/h-rollers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any "after" shots because she soon grew tired of waiting for the curls to set. She really liked how they looked in her pony tails though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I crocheted for the length of an entire movie- a movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;of my choice&lt;/span&gt;. That was a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much on the list, but it pretty much took up the day until Dan got home for dinner. Tomorrow of course, I will be doing laundry and cleaning, but it was nice to take a day off.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/less-than-manic-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8674664521956805076</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T17:32:08.724-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><title>Reason for the Season- #5</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot Apple Cider á la Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, spiced, apple cider is delicious, especially on a cold day, but have you ever tried it with vanilla ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cider1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work at Trader Joe's as a chalkboard/sign artist. One morning, one of my managers watched me while I hung a chalkboard over the Spiced Cider display. After he read the bullet points for the product, he quoted, " 'try it hot with ice cream' ?"&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was crazy. I asked him if he had ever tried it. "No," was his reply. I told him it tasted like a bit of apple pie a la mode. &lt;br /&gt;It turns out, no one else working in the store that morning had tried it either. My manager felt compelled to heat up a batch of the cider in the kitchen (Trader Joe's has the really thick cider which is very good and much to my liking). He then shared a tray full of small-hot-spiced-cider-a-la-mode samples with all the team members. All agreed - the hot cider with ice cream was indeed a delicious treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To adapt one of Hannah's recent favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not like it.&lt;br /&gt;So you say.&lt;br /&gt;Try it! Try it!&lt;br /&gt;And you may.&lt;br /&gt;Try it and you may, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-6024150258850588210</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T00:01:36.668-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>outings</category><title>Cold Spring Harbor</title><description>Dan got home before 2:00 this afternoon, so we all took a drive. We didn't know where to go at first, but it was such a beautiful day, it was a shame to waste it indoors.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in Cold Springs Harbor, on the northern side of the Long Island peninsula. There lies a harbor, go figure,full of new shiny boats, a strip of charming overpriced gift shops and boutiques, and a park which slopes down to the water's edge. The latter is where we spent the rest of the afternoon. Jane had no fear as she got closer and closer to the water until she finally waded in. We gave her an inch, but...&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to go further into the water, and eventually, she fell in good. Even her head was wet. After a few tears, she wanted her shirt off, just to throw it hard to the ground, and then she was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah just watched everything at a distance from the rocks. Smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-harbor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-jane1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-jane2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-jane3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-jane4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/cold-springs-hannah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's lucky we had a bag of old clothes for donation in the back of the car.</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/cold-spring-harbor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-6133938052260567285</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T07:13:00.272-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jane</category><title>Jane</title><description>Jane just wanted to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-today.jpg"&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/jane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7620909377741214002</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T13:26:00.896-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recipes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Reason for the Season-#4</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/pumpkin-cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to making pumpkin chocolate cookies this time of year, and I only make them this time of year. For some reason, I don't feel right making them in another season, in April or July, for example.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some great recipes out there for these sweet treats, but here is how I make them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 c. butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 t. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 c. pumpkin puree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix above.&lt;br /&gt;Then add,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 t. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;2 t. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;2 t. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine then add,&lt;br /&gt;12 oz bag semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dough will be quite "wet". Scoop onto lightly greased cookie sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375˚ for 13-15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Makes at least 4 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-7685312451148939618</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T20:34:40.257-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>home</category><title>Stocking up, finally</title><description>&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/food-storage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally utilized our last empty wall and put up a shelf, as big as the wall itself, to store food. We realize this is long overdue. We also realize that when done, we will have about as much food as most people with larger homes have in their pantry, but we feel much better about having so much in our small apartment- a sense of peace and security in a place that has been called "a ticking time bomb". Moms and dads, we hope you feel more secure for us also. Just forget what I said about the time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/stocking-up-finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8209733223880986400</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T08:46:42.764-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>outings</category><title>Reason for the Season-#3</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we have lived in NY, we have visited New England in the Fall. There is a reason we return every year- we always have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;We saw many things in our time there between our friends the Tadd and Julie Truscotts and the Jeromy and Carrie Dyers along with Carrie's parents. Here is a mostly visual representation of our jaunt north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with the Arlington Ward Clam Bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/clam-bake-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/clam-bake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/clam-bake-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/clam-bake-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/clam-bake-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was diggin' the lobster but had to say no to the clams. They tend to make my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downtown on Sunday to meet up with Jeromy and Carrie and their family while they were visiting Carrie's parents. We spent a couple of days with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/b-harbor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/j-bunk-statue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/dyers-mil-ship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/h-n-aquar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jelly1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jelly2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jelly4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jelly3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/dyer-kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan flew back to NY Tuesday morning, and I spent the rest of the week with Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-barn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-chickens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-pump-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-pump-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-pump-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-apples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-produce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-produce-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-produce-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/w-farms-corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day together, Julie and I took the kids to Maine to shop at the outlets and to see the picturesque Nubble Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/nubble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm pretty sure it's the first time I have seen it with a blue sky in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time with our friends, and we felt more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/dyers-chalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan flew in Friday so we could spend a bit more time with his brother's family. We took a morning bike ride along the river with J &amp;amp; C in the brisk Fall air.&lt;br /&gt;Dan drove home with us Saturday and we stayed put for a relaxing Conference weekend- another reason why I love the Fall!</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/reason-for-season-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8497495432950897832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T15:14:26.062-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hannah</category><title>Hannah in Boston</title><description>We have been in Boston for the last week, and we've been having a great time. Dan left for work in NYC on Tuesday morning, but he is joining us again tomorrow night. This picture is for you, Dan. We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-boston-light-post.jpg"&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/10/hannah-in-boston.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-4090926625918960642</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T19:42:32.490-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Minna</category><title>Miriam and Minna Dyer</title><description>For Miriam Dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Minna Dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; person with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only Minna Dyer. I love it!</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/miriam-and-minna-dyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-31435679816418039</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T18:40:32.001-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><title>Reason for the Season-#2</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change of Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this weather! It is perfectly sunny and crisp in the morning and subtly warm in the afternoons, all sans the humidity. I can enjoy being outside again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love that I can sleep with all my covers on without running the air conditioner. It is definitely not cool enough for the heat to come on, which is good because we can't control our inconsistent hissing radiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love wearing my sweaters and light jackets, especially so I can cover my growing belly (already? really?). I like that I can wear them and some jeans while still wearing my flip-flops. Those are always hard for me to give up when the temperature cools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather is always a welcome change after a NYC summer. I just wished it lasted longer-- straight through to Spring would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/reason-for-season-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-4582674034068159090</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T14:59:32.091-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recipes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Black and White Cookies</title><description>We discovered black and white cookies when we moved to New York City, and they have been a favorite of mine ever since. I don't have them very often, but on rare occasion, when I am fighting a sweet craving and feeling a little extra rich, I do indulge and buy a large one to eat by myself (in a secluded corner of the house), or a box of about a dozen to share, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Deb over at &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; shared her recipe for Black and White Cookies on her blog (she was also on the &lt;a href="http://www.themarthablog.com/2008/09/how-to-create-your-own-blog-let-us-show-you.html"&gt;Martha Show last week&lt;/a&gt;). As soon as I saw the post, I knew I wanted to try and make my own B &amp; W cookies, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we started making the cookies small, but we soon realized that would have taken all night, and I never have all night. Instead we made the monster variety, the kind you might want to consider sharing to avoid cookie overload, the kind that make a good-lookin' cookie look even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/b&amp;w-cookie.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy with the results. Even though these cookies are said to go stale quicker because of their cake-like quality, I thought they tasted better on the second day after they had been stored tightly and given the chance to soften even more. Overall, I thought they were delicious! I'm sure I will make them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out how Deb made them &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/09/black-and-white-cookies/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/black-and-white-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8364333898024965561</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T08:16:39.492-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jane</category><title>Jane's turn</title><description>Hannah has been getting a lot of blog time, and time with their &lt;a href="http://thebelovedchild.com/catalog/catalog.php?category=Sophie%20Bella%20Pettiskirts"&gt;new skirts&lt;/a&gt;, so we thought we'd focus on Jane for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I took Jane out for a photo shoot, Hannah in tow. Even though Hannah knew it was Jane's turn, she still tried to monopolize the session. I wonder why? She must be quite comfortable in front of my camera by now. Next time, it will have to be just Jane and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Jane loved running, jumping, twirling etc. What a thing to be a little girl in a big, hilly, grassy field with the prettiest, twirly-est, fullest, girlie-ist red skirt ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-skirt-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/jane-skirt-red-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads, but I can't share them all at once.&lt;br /&gt;The one that really makes my heart melt is &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. GO SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/janes-turn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-5869387869296192116</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T11:54:50.464-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>quotes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hannah</category><title>In my place</title><description>My kids are the comic relief for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for my phone. I asked Hannah a couple of times where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come here. Let me tell you something in your ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned in and she whispered: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need to find it yourself. It's your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.&lt;br /&gt;-Colette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/in-my-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-8152369079938624134</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T08:58:54.759-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Happy Birthday</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my beautiful sister-in-law, Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/lauren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242454.post-564201682864823319</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T10:03:55.524-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fall</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seasons</category><title>Reason for the Season-#1</title><description>There are so many reasons why Fall is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a new school year &lt;/span&gt;was always so exciting to me as a kid. Even though Summer was over and I would be starting a structured routine, I looked forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;There were new clothes and school supplies to buy, new friends to meet- and old friends to reunite with- and a new grade to enter which gave me a older and more mature status, so I thought. I loved the feeling- the excitement, the newness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah started her first day of Joy School yesterday. Even though it is more like an organized play group than school, it was still fun to get her ready with her backpack, which contained a small snack, two pencils, a pad of paper and her blue bear for show-and-tell. She was very excited to finally start school as most of her older friends have already done so. As I stood and took her picture, I realized just how old she looks. What a big girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-joy-school-day1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-joy-school-day1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyerweb.com/dan/blog/hannahblog/uploaded_images/hannah-joy-school-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the first of many first days of school to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun recent photos of Hannah &lt;a href="http://miriamlovell.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-and-skirt.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://dyerweb.com/blog/2008/09/reason-for-season-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miriam Lovell Dyer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>